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 real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet
it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the

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

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

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

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

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio me
they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power coup make, you jump
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella

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

I gets down and dirty for the doe, I got and Big know it
He got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the
the mafia thugs and all types 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 like the
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I ride state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes New York to Anaheim
you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin'
Mafia deadens all the bullshit
Any of threatens to pull shit

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

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

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