Lil Kim - Big Momma Thang (Faith Evans and Tupac diss lyrics) lyrics

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Lil Kim - Big Momma Thang (Faith Evans and Tupac diss lyrics) lyrics

[Lil Kim] Yeah, wha' wha' You got it going on, wha' wha' Uh, wha' wha, you got it going on, wha' wha' Yeah, wha wha', you got it going on, wha' wha' I used to be scared of the dick, now I throw lips to the sh** Handle it like a real b**h Heather Hunter, Janet-Jac-me, take it in the bu*t, yazz yazz what I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands Bahamas in the spring, baby it's a big mama thing Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings? That's how many times I wanna cum, 21 And another one, and another and another one 24 Carats n***a, that's when I'm f**ing with the average n***a Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me And oh, don't you like the way I roll And play with my bushy, tell me what's on your mind when the tounge's in the p**y Is marriage?(Damn this b**h is bad) Baby carriage?(Damn I love that) sh** no, on the dime sh** is mine Got to keep em' cummin all the time, why (Chorus) k**ahs be quiet, my n***as bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that sh** is tired You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be Thats why you're mad at me x2 Hoes think I'm foul, well call me the b**h sh**ter, the lyrical, gonna take a miracle Like Deniece Willams b**hes get peeled By the 6 shotta, guns we got alotta, you can't-a do me not-a Want it raw dog, well you best-a see papa Get your titties wet, and wouldn't it be glorious if you give head to Notorious Then s** my crew You just a wanna be down with my clique b**h Just some dick s**ing, ready for an a** f**ing Let me stress, the tattoos on your breast B.I.G, you rocking my property P.Y.P, play your position Now I got you wishing, you never started dissing Plus I give head better than you, my p**y get wetter than you, f** better than you I dedicate this song to ya, like R. Kelly and them twin Pac's in your belly (Chorus) k**ahs be quiet, my n***as bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that sh** is tired You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be Thats why you're mad at me x2 Sore n***a what, p**y greased up, stack the g's up keeps the knees up What the f** Stay feelin' half millin', Gineva Diva, yeah I throws it down Make it round clown, the clock stops for no one Never 68 and owe one, takes one to know one Better off with the Playboy magazine, uh f**ing with the Don Push keys, these three for takes Yeah I ride crates, state to state, ten it takes Mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim While daydream and whine, I just keep getting mine And I, and I'm married to this Y'all strategy bliss, and still planning weddings Mafi also dead ends the bullsh**, any type that threatens to pull sh** Uh, oh yeah who shot ya, who knows but they gotcha Fed up,(uh)wet up, maybe next time ya punk a** I'll keep your head up (Chorus) k**ahs be quiet, my n***as bring the riots Tough talk tough walk that sh** is tired You wanna be this Queen B but ya can't be Thats why ya mad at me x6