Big Momma Thang lyrics

Artist  : Lil` Kim 
Song : Big Momma Thang



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featuring Lil' Ceas and Jay Z

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

Verse One: Lil'
Kim

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


Chorus (Lil' Cease, Lil'
Kim)

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

Verse Two: Jay Z

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

Chorus

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

Verse
Three: Lil' Kim

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

Chorus

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

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