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lirik lagu lil' kim - fuck you (1996)

[verse 1: trife]
nine shots greet ya, greet ya; hang with lil’ cease-ah
but don’t sling pizza, pizza
the gat carryin’, rap barbarian
ninety-six blake carrington
i brings the most dangerous diseases
trife please mc’s of all types
h0m-s-xuals, dyk-s, intellectuals like my flow, my charm
wifey on the arm and stay f-cking other b-tches
style never switches
inhale, exhale, bail nino brown out
for shootin’ up a townhouse in hempstead, kids fled
rumors was dead, no beef with no cliques
n-ggas don’t want sh-t, trife impresses
lexus gs’s, chicks in iceberg dresses
who the best is? m.a.f.i.a
but f-ggot n-ggas wanna spoil it
stop me from having marble faucets and gold toilets
i force it down your throat like sodomy; mama proud of me
’cause i stopped k!lling n-ggas for free

[verse 2: lil’ kim]
uhh, uhh
the anne klein sportin’, c0ke snortin’, n-ggas lovely
i keep my p-ssy fresh like doug e., watch the show
as my flow bubble over like mo’s and cristal’s
ain’t scared to bust my pist-al, sippin’ hard on cristal
dream accounts, large amounts
’cause frank don’t play with lye money, get high money
ready to die grady, no if’s, and’s, or maybe’s
i’m not your average lady; put that on my 380
me and my b-tch catch flights to texas
n-ggas call us crystal and alexis
bump into some hoes that be in houston boostin’
trunk full of donna karan in the rental lebaron
uh, who us?
we just swervin’, in the dark blue suburban
drinking bourbon, with heinekens for the chaser
police’ll never chase us we too fly for that
processed and fingerprinted we too dime for that
i be, flirtin’ for certain, wearing short skirts and
but ain’t no d-cks insertin’ see, that’s the difference
between me and other b-tches, they f-ck to get they riches
i f-ck to bust a nut, lil’ kim not a sl-t
i gotta reputation to look out for
plus my boss is a outlaw

[interlude: notorious b.i.g.]
uhhh, motherf-ckers think they tough guys
motherf-ckers better hold hands stepping up
f-ggot -ss motherf-ckers
they really ain’t no true players

[verse 3: larceny]
death comes to those that oppose the clique
d-ck-riders get off the d-ck
’cause, larceny got guns for y’all
and if i get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y’all
catching cases, n-ggas pull they macs out
n-ggas getting mad ’cause i dug they backs out
then i blacks out, start shooting kids
cribs is vicious, making my escape jumping bridges
malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
rule number three; don’t take love from no b-tches
you know what makes me much stronger than you
i can take pain much longer than you
so what you gon’ do when i run up in that -ss-crease
how you wanna spit a grease?

- lirik lagu lil kim

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