Luyện nghe bài hát Big Momma Thang

You got it on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it on, wha wha

I used to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the

in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang
Can't by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I cum, twenty one
And one, and another one, and another one

Twenty carats nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the
Is it marriage, baby carriage? no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to 'em comin' all the time

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

be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
That's why mad at me

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

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

I gets down and for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the
With the mafia thugs and all of heat

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

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

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

Before I caught some niggas disease, got with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her
Threw me at priced Beam's
Face on TV's, platinum

Shit, I never saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the up
the fuck, stay fillin', half a million
Geneva Diva, yeah, I it down

Lay around, clown the stops for no one
Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to one
off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's for pape's

Yeah, I ride crate to state
Lieutenant takes mad from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses plannin' weddin's
also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to shit

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

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

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

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