Текст песни Big Momma Thang - Lil' Kim feat. Jay-Z & Lil' Cease
You
got
it
goin'
on,
wha
wha
Uh,
wha
wha
You
got
it
goin'
on,
wha
wha
Uh,
wha
wha
You
got
it
goin'
on,
wha
wha
Uh,
wha
wha
You
got
it
goin'
on,
wha
wha
I
used
to
be
scared
of
the
dick
Now
I
throw
lips
to
the
shit
Handle
it
like
a
real
bitch
Heather
Hunter,
Janet
Jack-me
Take
it
in
the
butt,
yah,
yazz
wha
I
got
land
in
Switzerland,
even
got
sand
in
the
Marylands
Bahamas
in
the
spring,
baby,
it's
a
Big
Momma
thing
Can't
tell
by
the
diamonds
in
my
rings
That's
how
many
times
I
wanna
cum,
twenty-one
And
another
one,
and
another
one,
and
another
one
24
carots
nigga
That's
when
I'm
fuckin
wit'
the
average
nigga
Work
the
shaft,
brothers
be
battin'
me,
and
oh
Don'tcha
like
the
way
I
roll
And
play
wit'
my
bushy
Tell
me
what's
on
your
mind
when
your
tongues
in
the
pussy
Is
it
marriage
Baby
carriage
Shit
no,
on
a
dime
shit
is
mine
Got
to
keep
'em
comin'
all
the
time
Killas
be
quiet,
my
nigga
bring
the
riots
Tough
talk,
tough
walk,
shit
is
tired
You
wanna
be
this
Queen
B,
but
ya
can't
be
That's
why
your
mad
at
me
Killas
be
quiet,
my
nigga
bring
the
riots
Tough
talk,
tough
walk,
shit
is
tired
You
wanna
be
this
Queen
B,
but
ya
can't
be
That's
why
your
mad
at
me
How
B.I.G.
and
'Un'
trust
you
in
the
studio
with
me
Don't
they
know
I'm
tryin'
to
sex
you
continuosly
Pull
a
high
power
Coup
make,
you
jump
ship
Leave
who
you
wit',
I'm
with
the
Roc-A-Fella
crew
Trip
you
for
the
cheese,
tear
your
boom
up
Spread
a
ill
Boomer,
make
you
flip
on
Little
Ceas
Pushin
backwards,
get
the
doe
from
your
platinum
hits
Rock
Little
Kim
hats
and
shit
I
gets
down
and
dirty
for
the
doe
I
got
love
and
Big
know
it
He
must
got
the
studio
bug
Probably,
as
we
speak
he's
on
his
way
up
the
street
With
the
M.A.F.I.A.
thugs
and
all
types
of
heat
But
I
ain't
tryin'
to
beef,
I'm
just
tryin
to
eat
Horizontally,
the
way
I
hold
my
iron,
sweet
And,
no,
my
niggas,
but
I
like
the
sound
Lil'
Kim
and
Jigga,
it
sound
like
figures
Killas
be
quiet,
my
nigga
bring
the
riots
Tough
talk,
tough
walk,
shit
is
tired
You
wanna
be
this
Queen
B,
but
ya
can't
be
That's
why
your
mad
at
me
Killas
be
quiet,
my
nigga
bring
the
riots
Tough
talk,
tough
walk,
shit
is
tired
You
wanna
be
this
Queen
B,
but
ya
can't
be
That's
why
your
mad
at
me
Before
I
caught
some
niggas
disease,
got
caught
with
his
ki's
Big
scooped
a
young
bitch
off
her
knees
Threw
me
at
high
priced
Beam's
Face
on
tv's,
platinum
CD's
Shit,
I
never
faught
Saw
a
nigga
whah,
pussy
greased
up
Stack
the
g's
up,
keeps
the
knees
up
What
the
fuck,
stay
fillin,
half
a
millin
Geneva
Diva,
yeah,
I
throws
it
down
Lay
around,
clown
the
clock
stops
for
no
one
Never
68
and
owe
1,
takes
one
to
know
one
Better
off
wit
the
Playboy
magazines
uh,
fuckin'
wit
da
Don
Push
the
keys,
G's
threes
for
pape's
Yeah,
I
ride
crate
state
to
state
Lieutenant
takes
mad
dimes
from
New
York
to
Anaheim
While
you
daydreamin'
wine,
I'll
just
keep
gettin
mine
And
I'm
married
to
this
Ya'll
strategy
misses
still
plannin
weddin's
M.A.F.I.A.
also
deadens
all
the
bullshit
Any
type
of
threatens
to
pull
shit,
uh
Killas
be
quiet,
my
nigga
bring
the
riots
Tough
talk,
tough
walk,
shit
is
tired
You
wanna
be
this
Queen
B,
but
ya
can't
be
That's
why
your
mad
at
me
1 Not Tonight
2 We Don't Need It
3 We Don't Need It
4 M.A.F.I.A. Land
5 Dreams
6 Queen Bitch
7 Scheamin'
8 Crush on You
9 Crush on You
10 Take It!
11 Spend a Little Doe
12 No Time
13 No Time
14 Big Momma Thang
15 Big Momma Thang
16 Intro in A-Minor
17 Not Tonight
18 Player Haters
19 Fuck You
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