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 a real bitch, Heather 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 thang
Can't tell by the diamonds in my
how many times I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

Twenty four carats nigga 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 mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a shit is mine
Got to 'em comin' all the time

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

Killas be quiet, my nigga the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is
You be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why 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 power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the crew

Trip you for the cheese, tear boom up
Spread a ill boomer, you flip on Little Ceas
backwards, get the doe from your platinum 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 he's on his way up the street
With the 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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