Big Momma - The Plague lyrics

Spit game burn(?) n***as in my league better get a wheelchair Mama come through with a too live crew We smoking gun tote put your hands in the air Honey dive in, cuz i'm deep in the game The queen of the pack, b**h, never forget the name First things first i'm a household name And my pockets way fat so I ain't worried about the fame See I'm a big b**h, doin' big b**h things Sitting on the world getting head from a trade Probably the same reason that my mixtape delayed Wasn't worth it anyway, only purp for the play (?) These little n***as, why they under pressure like a chest cold? Momma Dearest to me, and you better plug ya nose I'll treat you b**hes like a testicle Parse a lot (?), checklist: yes b**h, you a dead ho YAAAAAS Now I'm finna twirl, mama such a f*g Got more a** than a girll k**in these n***as like a (?) And I ain't gonna stop till I'm all around the world (Bye ashy) Now I'm finna twirl, mama such a f*g Got more a** than a girl k**in these n***as like a (?) And I ain't gonna stop till I'm all around the world (Turn up) Lemme stop playing around with you muthaf**as Pistol on my lap gettin' ready to jam on one of these muthaf**as That semiautomatic all in ya gut Send these n***as to they makers if they short with my bucks Pray to ya lord, that I don't drop like the ba** in the (?) Some of these n***as try to do it like me But these b**hes gonna see what they ain't gonna be like, like f** n***a, you dead All these n***as try to get sprayed with the lead Cooch with the cooch Dressed in all black minks n***a when you see me b**h you better get your pace right I'm in charge of the girls Momma came through, collect coins for the girls n***as trying to ride on your way, but they can't swim Not for nothing, mad rhythm for the hate wind (?) You little n***as, see you at the top They never get prop, they want what you get I can see you lil b**hes thrown' shade But why you thrown' shade, momma focused gettin' paid