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, Hunter, Janet Jack-me
it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the

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

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be Queen 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
That's why mad at me

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

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

I gets and dirty 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 tryin' to beef, I'm just to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron,
And, no, my niggas, but I like the
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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