Paroles de Een Doodgewone Boerenlul
You got it goin' on, wha whaUh, wha whaYou got it goin' on, wha whaUh, wha whaYou got it goin' on, wha whaUh, wha whaYou got it goin' on, wha whaVerse One: Lil' KimI used to be scared of the dickNow I throw lips to the shitHandle it like a real bitchHeather Hunter, Janet Jack-meTake it in the butt, yah, yazz whaI got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the MarylandsBahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thingCan't tell by the diamonds in my ringsThat's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-oneAnd another one, and another one, and another one24 carots niggaThat's when I'm fuckin wit' the average niggaWork the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and ohDon'tcha like the way I rollAnd play wit' my bushyTell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussyIs it marriage Baby carriage Shit no, on a dime shit is mineGot to keep 'em comin' all the time Chorus (Lil' Cease, Lil' Kim)Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why your mad at meKillas be quiet, my nigga bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why your mad at meVerse Two: Jay ZHow B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with meDon't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuoslyPull a high power Coup make, you jump shipLeave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crewTrip you for the cheese, tear your boom upSpread a ill Boomer, make you flip on Little CeasPushin backwrads, get the doe from your platinum hitsRock Little Kim hats and shitI gets down and dirty for the doeI got love and Big know itHe must got the studio bugProbably, as we speak he's on his way up the streetWith the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heatBut I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eatHorizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweetAnd, no, my niggas, but I like the soundLil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figuresChorusKillas be quiet, my nigga bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why your mad at meKillas be quiet, my nigga bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why your mad at meVerse Three: Lil' KimBefore I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki'sBig scooped a young bitch off her kneesThrew me at high priced Beam'sFace on tv's, platinum CD'sShit, I never faughtSaw a nigga whah, pussy greased upStack the g's up, keeps the knees upWhat the fuck, stay fillin, half a millinGeneva Diva, yeah, I throws it downLay around, clown the clock stops for no oneNever 68 and owe 1, takes one to know oneBetter off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da DonPush the keys, G's threes for pape'sYeah, I ride crate state to stateLieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to AnaheimWhile you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin mineAnd I'm married to thisYa'll strategy misses still plannin weddin'sM.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshitAny type of threatens to pull shit, uhChorusKillas be quiet, my nigga bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why your mad at meKillas be quiet, my nigga bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why your mad at meKillas be quiet, my nigga bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why your mad at meKillas be quiet, my nigga bring the riotsTough talk, tough walk, shit is tiredYou wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't beThat's why your mad at meParoles powered by LyricFind
