I used to be scared of the d***
Now I throw lips to the s**t, handle it like a real b****
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah Jazz whah
I got land in the 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, 21
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carot n****, that's when I'm f**kin wit' the average n****
Word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
Don't ya like the way I roll, and play wit' my p****
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the p****
Is it marriage
baby carriage
S**t no, on a dime s**t is mine
Got to keep em comin all the time
Why?
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Killahs be quite
My n**** bring the riots
Tough talk tough walk, s**t is tired
U wanna be this Queen Bee but ya can't be
Thats why you're mad at me
Hoes think I'm foul well call me the b**** s**tter
It's the lyrical, gonna take a miracle
Like Denise Williams b****es get ill, by the 6 shoota
Gunz we got a lotta, U can't see me nada
Want it raw dog well U best to see Poppa, get your tit's licked
Wouldn't it be glourous if U give head to Notorious, then say my crew
Check it, you just a wanna be down wit my clique, b****
Just a d*** suckin nasty ready for some a** b****
Let me stress
The tattoo on your breast: B.I.G.
U rockin my property
P.Y.P. play your position
Now I got ya wishin
U neva started dissin
Plus I give head better than U, f**k better than U
P***y get wetter than you,
I dedicate this song 2 ya a**
Like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in your belly
Saw a n**** whah
P***y greased up
Stack da cheez up
Keep the knees up
what da f**k stay chillin, pack a million
Geneva diva
Yeah, I throws it down
Lay around clown the clock stops 4 no one
Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
Better of wit da Playboy magazines uh, f**kin wit da Don
P***y tease, here's three for takes
Yeah I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant then it takes mad dimes, from New York to Anaheim
While you daydream & whine, I just keep gettin mine
And I'm, I'm married to this
Y'all strategy misses still planin weddings
Mafioso deadin all that bulls**t
Any type of threat is to pull s**t
Unh, ooh yeah who shot ya, huh
Who knows but they gotcha
Unh, fed up
Uhh wet up
Uhh maybe next time ya punk-ass will keep your head up
Chorus
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