Karaoké Get Money Junior M.A.F.I.A. & The Notorious B.I.G. & Lil' Kim

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Want it, uh

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Check it out

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You wanna sip Mo' on my livin' room flo'

Play Nintendo with Cease and Nino

Pick up my phone say

Poppa not home

Sex all night mad head in the morn'

Spin my V smoke all my weed

Tattoo on titties sayin' B.I.G. now check it

You wanna be my main squeeze baby, don't ya

You wanna give me what I need baby, won't ya

Picture life as my wife

Just think

Full length mink fat X and O links

Bracelets to match conversation was all that

Showed you the safe combinations and all that

Guess you could say you'se the one I trusted

Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard

Shit got hot you sent Feds to my spot

Took me to court tried to take all I got

'Nother intricate plot the bitch said I raped her

Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper

My Moschino hoe my Versace hottie

Come to find out you was fuckin' everybody

You knew about me the fake ID

Cases in Virginia body in D.C

Woah, always me that's what I get for trickin'

Came out on bail commence the ass-kickin'

Look in the door wavin' the four four

All you heard was

Poppa don't hit me no more

Disrespect my clique my shit's imperial

Fuck around and made her milk box material

You feel me, suckin' dick runnin' your lips 'cos of you

I'm on some real fuck-a-bitch shit, uh

What, uh

Niggas, better grab a seat

Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep

Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet

Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite

Young bitch from the street guaranteed to stay down

Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound

Now I'm Billboard bound niggas press to hit it

Play me like a chicken thinkin' I'm pressed to get it

Rather do the killin' than the stick-up juxs

Rather count a million while you eat my pussy

Push me to the limit get my feelings in it

Get me open while I'm cummin' down your throat then

You wanna be my main squeeze nigga, don't ya

You wanna lick between my knees, nigga

Don't ya wanna see me whippin' your three down the Ave

Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad

Break up affairs lick shots in the air

You get vexed and start swinging everywhere

Me shifty

Now you wanna pistol whip me

Pull out your nine while I cock on mine

Yeah what, nigga

I ain't got time for this

So what, nigga

I'm not tryin' to hear that shit

Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits

Adrienne Vittadini and Chanel nine boots

Things that make up for all the games and the lies

Hallmark cards sayin' I apologize

Is you with me

How could you ever deceive me

But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me

Nah, I ain't gay this ain't no lesbo flow

Just a lil' somethin' to let you motherfuckers know