Big Momma Thang Lyrics

You got it goin' on, wha wha Wha, wha You got it goin' on, wha wha Wha, wha You got it goin' on, wha wha Wha, wha You got it goin' on, wha wha
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, yeah, yazz wha I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang 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
Twenty four carats 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
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 you're 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 you're mad at me
How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously 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 mafia 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
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 you're 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 you're mad at me
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 fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up What the fuck, stay fillin', half a million Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down
Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one Never sixty eight and owe one, 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 Mafia also deadens all the bullshit Any type of threatens to pull shit
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 you're 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 you're 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 you're 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 you're mad at me