Big Momma Thang ("remix") Lyrics

Big Momma Thang ("remix") lyrics

featuring Lil Ceaser

Verse One:

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. Yah 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 you 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
24 carot nigga, that's when I'm fuckin wit' the average
nigga
word to Shaft, brothers be battin' me and oh
don'tya like the way I
roll, and play wit' my pussy
tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in
the pussy
Is it marriage 
baby carots 
shit no, on a dime shit is mine, got to keep em comin all the
time
Why? Lil Ceas

Chorus: repeat 2X

killahs be quite my nigga
bring the riots
tough talk tough walk that shit is tired
you wanna be
this queen B but ya can't be
thats why you're mad at me

Verse
Two:

Hoes think I'm foul call me the bitch shitter
the lyrical gonna
take a miracle
like Denise Williams bitches get ill, by the 6 shoota
gunz
we got a lotta, you can't see me not-a-lot
want it raw dog well you best to
see Poppa
get your tit's licked, wouldn't it be glourous
if you you give
head to Notorious, then say my crew
 you just a wanna be down wit
my clique, bitch
just a dick suckin nasty ready for some ass
let me
stress the tattoo on your breats
B.I.G., your rockin my property, P.Y.P.
play your position
know I got ya wishin you neva started dissin
plus I
give head better than you
pussy get wetter than you, fuck better than
you
I dedicate this song to ya ass
like R. Kelly and that twin Pac up in
your belly

Chorus

Verse Three:

saw a nigga whwh, pussy
greases up
stack da skeeza, keep em knees up
what da fuck stay chillin,
pack a million
Geneva diva yeah, I throws it down
lay around clown the
clock steps for no one
never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one
better
of wit da Playboy magazines uh, fuckin wit da Don
pussy 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 day dreamin wine, I just keep
gettin mine
 and I'm married to this
Y'all our strategy misses
still planin wettins
mafio also deadins all that bullshit
any type of
threatens to pull shit
unh, ooh yeah who shot ya, huh
who knows but they
gotcha
unh, fed up, uhh wet up uhh
maybe next time keep your head
up

Chorus