文本歌词

You got it goin' on wha wha
Uh wha wha
You got it goin' on wha wha
Uh wha wha
You got it goin' on wha wha
Uh wha wha
You got it goin' on wha wha
I used to be scared of the d*ck now I throw lips to the sh*t
Handle it like a real b**ch
Heather hunter Janet Jacme
Take it in the butt yah yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring baby it's a Big Momma thing
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 ni**a
That's when I'm f**kin' wit the average ni**a
Work the shaft brothers be battin' me and oh
Don't chu like the way I roll
And play with my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the p**sy
Is it marriage damn this b**ch is bad
Baby carriage damn I love that a**
Sh*t no on a dime sh*t is mine
Got to keep em comin' all the time why
Killas be quiet my ni**as bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**asbring the riots
Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 continuosly
Pull a high power Coup make you jump ship
Leave who you wit' I'm with the Roc A Fella crew
Trick you for the cheese tear your boom up
Spread a ill rumor make you flip on Lil Cease
Twist you backwards get the dough from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and sh*t
I gets down and dirty for the dough
I got love and Big know it
He must got the studio bugged
Probably as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat
But I ain't tryin' to beef I'm just trying to eat
Horizontally the way I hold my iron sweet
And dem my ni**asbut I like the sound
Lil Kim and Jigga it sound like figures
Killas be quiet my ni**asbring the riots
Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**asbring the riots
Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**as disease got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young b**ch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on TV's platinum CD's
Sh*t I never faught
It's on ni**a whah p**sy greased up
Stack the g's up keeps the knees up
What the f**k stay filling half a milling
Geneva Diva yeah I throws it down
Lay around clown the clock stops for no one
Never 68 and owe 1 takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh f**kin' 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 daydream and whine I just keep getting mine
And I'm married to this
Ya'll strategy misses still planning wedding's
M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull sh*t uh
Killas be quiet my ni**asbring the riots
Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**asbring the riots
Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**asbring the riots
Tough talk tough walk sh*t 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 ni**asbring the riots
Tough talk tough walk sh*t is tired