Rated R - s** My Dick lyrics

[Verse 1 - Lil Kim] To all my motherf**in' gettin' money hoes Used to clothes And all my ghetto b**hes in the projects Coming through like bulldozers No, we ain't sober Bum b**hes know better than to start sh** n***as love a hard b**hOne that get up in a n***a's a** quicker than an enemaMake a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegarKidnap the senator Make him call his wife and say he never coming home Kim got him in a zone beating they dicks Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits What? I'm loving 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 backWith no strings attached Yeah n***a, picture that! I treat y'all n***as like y'all treat us No Doubt! Ay yo, yo Come here so I can bust in ya mouth []=Lil' Kim ()=Mr. Bristal (Ay yo, come on here b**h) n***a fu*k YOU (No, fu*k YOU b*tch) Who you talking to? (Why you actin' like a b*tch?) Cause y'all n***as ain't sh** And if I was dudeI'd tell y'all to s** my dick [Verse 2 - Lil' Kim] 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.YThe BX, the chron-chronAnd the list goes on and on (On and on and on) Like Erykah BaduOnce he drink the Remi down Ooh I got this n***a nowHe asked me did I love him I said what came to mind like n***as be doingYeah baby, I love you long timeLook 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**yBeen 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 [Verse 3 - Lil' Kim] I'mma keep it real For the dough I might k** I'm try-na see my face on a hundred dollar bill Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly danceCum 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 paying extra for this f**in' third eyeSomething 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 starsIn his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars n***as ain't sh** but they still can trickAll 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