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 dick now I throw lips to the
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Jack-me
it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma
Can't by the diamonds in my rings
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' the average nigga
Work the shaft, be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and wit' 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 keep 'em comin' all the

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the
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, tough walk, is tired
You wanna be 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
Don't know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power make, you jump ship
who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

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

I down 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 thugs and all types 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
That's why mad at me

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

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

Shit, I fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the up
What the fuck, stay fillin', a million
Diva, yeah, I throws it down

Lay around, clown the clock for no one
sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's for pape's

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

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
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, 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, walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya be
why you're mad at me