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 used to be scared of the now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch, Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, 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 diamonds in my
That's how times I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and one

Twenty four 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 play my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is
Got to 'em comin' all the time

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

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

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

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

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
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
Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

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

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

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

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 dimes from New York to
While you wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy still plannin' weddin's
Mafia also deadens all the
Any type of threatens to pull

Killas be quiet, my bring 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, 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, tough walk, shit is
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
That's why mad at me

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