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Big Momma Thing

This song is by Lil' Kim.

You got it goin' on, wha, wha
Uh, wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha, wha
Uh, wha, wha

You got it goin' on, wha, wha
Uh, wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha, wha

I used to be scared of the dick
Now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me

Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings

That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one
And another one and another one and another one
24 carats nigga
That's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga

Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll
And play wit my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongue's in the pussy

Is it marriage?
Baby carriage?
Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

How B.I.G. and Un' trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power Coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and shit

I gets down and dirty for the doe
I got love and Big know it, he must got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat

But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin' to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on TV's, platinum CD's, shit, I never fought

Saw a nigga whah, pussy greased up
Stack the G's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin', half a millin
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down

Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines
Uh, fuckin' wit da Don

Push the keys, G's threes for pape's
Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine

And I'm married to this
Y'all strategy misses still plannin weddin's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Credits

Written by:

Adrian Bartos; Shawn C Carter; Harvey Fuqua; Kimberly Jones; James Kowan Lloyd; James Sylvester

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