Christopher Wallace - s** My Dick lyrics

[Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Love me when I'm broke or when I'm filthy f**in' rich [Verse 1] To all my motherf**in' gettin' money hoes Used to sellin' clothes And all my ghetto b**hes in the projects Comin' through like bulldozers No, we ain't sober Bum b**hes know better than to start sh** n***as love a hard b**h One that get up in a n***a's a** quicker than an enema Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar Kidnap the senator Make him call his wife and say he never comin' home Kim got him in a zone, beatin' they dicks Even got some of these straight chicks rubbin' their tits What? I'm lovin' this sh**, Queen b**h! What b**h you know can thug it like this? Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back With no strings attached, yeah n***a, picture that I treat y'all n***as like y'all treat us, no doubt Ay yo, yo, yo, come here so I can bust in ya mouth [Hook: Lil' Kim & Bristal] Ay yo, come here, b**h n***a, f** you! No, f** you, b**h Who you talkin' to? Why you actin' like a b**h? 'Cause y'all n***as ain't sh** And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to s** my dick [Verse 2] No, no, no, no All I wanna do is get my p**y s**ed (n***a!) Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck While I get you f**ed up off the T.O.N.Y The BX, the chron-chron and the list goes on and on (On and on and on) like Erykah Badu Once he drink the Remy down, ooh, I got this n***a now He asked me did I love him I said what came to mind Like n***as be doin' yeah baby, I love you long time Look I ain't tryin' to s** ya, I might not even f** ya Just lay me on this bed and give me some head Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see Can't wait to show my girls he s**ed the piss out my p**y Been doin' this for years, no need to practice Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this n***as know he gave me all his cake I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face [Hook: Lil' Kim & Bristal] Ay yo, come here, b**h n***a, f** you! No, f** you, b**h Who you talkin' to? Why you actin' like a b**h? 'Cause y'all n***as ain't sh** And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to s** my dick [Verse 3] I'ma keep it real, for the dough I might k** I'm tryna see my face on a hunnid dolla bill Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance Cum all on his pants I met him at the studio He showed up with his homeboy named Julio I said 'Whoa! Who's the other guy?' Hope you know you payin' extra for this f**in' third eye Something about him, I knew he was a phony Put the burner in his mouth 'Fool, Give me my money!' He was just a n***a frontin' like he knew mad stars In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars n***as ain't sh** but they still can trick All they can do for me is s** my clit I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum Thinkin' they gon' get some p**y but they gets none [Hook: Lil' Kim & Bristal] Ay yo, come here, b**h n***a, f** you! No, f** you, b**h Who you talkin' to? Why you actin' like a b**h? 'Cause y'all n***as ain't sh** And if I was dude I'd tell y'all to s** my dick