Big Momma Thang lyrics

I used to be scared of the di*k
Now I throw lips to the sh*t
Handle it like a real b*tch
Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands
Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big Momma thing
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna c*m, twenty-one
And another one, and another one, and another one
24 carots n*gga
That's when I'm f*ckin wit' the average n*gga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll
And play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pus*y
Is it marriage?
Baby carriage?
sh*t no, on a dime sh*t is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time

We, we don't like it
No, we don't like it