Luyện nghe bài hát Big Momma Thang ("remix")

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 to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, a big momma thang
Can't tell by the in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, 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, brothers be me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and play wit' my
Tell me what's on your mind when your in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime is mine
Got to keep 'em all the time

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Lay around, the clock stops for no one
Never sixty eight and owe one, one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for

Yeah, I crate state to state
takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this strategy misses still plannin' weddin's
Mafia also all the bullshit
Any type of to pull shit

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

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
why you're mad at me

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