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
  
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  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