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 of the dick now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet
Take it in the butt, yeah, wha
I got in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

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 another one, and one, and another one

Twenty four carats nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average
the shaft, brothers be battin' 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 the riots
Tough talk, 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 the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, is tired
You be this Queen B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me

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

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

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

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

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

Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, pussy up
Stack the g's up, keeps the up
the fuck, stay fillin', half a million
Geneva Diva, yeah, I 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 magazines uh, wit da Don
the keys, G's threes for pape's

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

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

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, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be this B, but ya can't be
why you're mad at me