[Notorious B.I.G. conversating with someone]Yeahh, worrdI remember I met this one bitchCause you know me I don't see how I'm the nasty motherfuckerI just thought I thought I'da did anything in the world (yeh?)I meets this one bitch, I comes up in the spot, or whateverThe bitch got the candles lit or whatever, soShe tell me whatever she wanna get her freak on whateverSo I'm like WHASSUP whatchu wanna yaknahmsayinI'm read to wear it out or whatever (kssss)The bitch told me she wanted me to shit on her! (*laughing*)Ya know shit I was like whatchu mean shit?I mean I might shit on you after I, hit it I won't call you no moreShit on you like that (*more laughing*)She talkin about no she want me to cock over herAnd shit, on her stomach! (*laughing through his teeth*)I said bitch what the, what the fuck??What the fuck I'm sposed to do after I after I shit on herI'm sposed to hit that after that?She's just wilding out so after I shits on the bitch right(*both start laughing*)Ya know I shit, after I shits on the bitchThe bitch, ya know, washed that shit off or whatever(Ohhh shit!)[Puff Daddy] Come on, yeah (repeat 10X)[Notorious B.I.G]This goes out to my Brooklyn crewRepresentin on the freaky freakyFuck em all day fuck em all nightWe don't love these hoes[Verse 1]Uhh, I go, on and on and on andDon't take them to the crib unless they bonin'Easy, call em on the phone andPlatinum Chanel cologne andI stay, dressed, to impressSpark these bitches interestSex is all I expectIf they watch TV in the Lex, they knowThey know, quarter past fo'Left the club tipsy, say no mo'Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrowCaesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uhhBack of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)Man She split a drink on my cream WallowsReach the gate, hungry just ateRiffin, she got to be to work by eightThis must mean she ain't tryin to waitConversate, sex on the first date I state"You know what you do to me"She starts off, "well I don't usually"Then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubtStep out, show me what you all aboutFingers in your mouth, open up your blousePull your G-string down South, aoowwwThrew that back out, in the parking lotBy a Cherokee and a green drop-topAnd I don't stop, until I squirtJeans skirt butt-naked it all work[Hook][Verse 2]I remember we, went to TennesseeThen we came home, mad messages was on my phoneBitch named SymoneScreamin, she feenin, for the semenMe bein, the man that I amTook it to her condo, prontoHalf indian, I called her TontoRoll the chron'chron' in the dark prontoFew puffs, eyes got lowAnd off to the bedroom we go (*mmmmmm*)Sex is drama, head to traumaRip pajamas, I'mma stay 'til tomorrowSatisfyin all my needs twiceWith the whipped cream, handcuffs and iceThe bitch is nice, word is bondCan't wait to put my niggas on, what, what?[Hook][Verse 3]Ladies, my MercedesHold fo' in the back, two if your fatKeep a gat, cause cats, try to test meThey just fans like DeNiro, WesleyLet's see, the bitch I'm waitin onCartier jeans look like they painted onAsk thee, leave it up to meLay her on back ever so gentlyShe like the way the dough fold up, Rolls roll upCristal till she throw up, bitch grow upHold up, there's DeGeneroDripped out, iceberg apparelIntro goes without speakingCall me Cease cause I keep em, we can go freakinAll weekend, so, roll inAin't it good that my Lex keeps foldin? Uhh[Hook]
Songs by The Notorious B.I.G.
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