เนื้อเพลง S*ck My D*ck - Lil' Kim

Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh

To all my motherf*ckin' gettin' money hoes
Used to clothes
And all my ghetto b*tches in the projects
Coming through like bulldozers
No, we ain't sober
Bum b*tches know better than to start sh*t
N*ggas love a hard b*tch
One that get up in a n*gga's ass quicker than an enema
Make a cat bleed then sprinkle it with vinegar
Kidnap the senator
Make him call his wife and say he never coming home
Kim got him in a zone beating they d*cks
Even got some of these straight chicks rubbing their tits
[*laughs*]
What? I'm loving this sh*t
Queen B*tch!
What b*tch you know can thug it like this?
Imagine if I was dude and hittin' cats from the back
With no strings attached
Yeah n*gga, picture that!
I treat y'all n*ggas like y'all treat us
No Doubt! Ay yo, yo
Come here so I can bust in ya mouth

[1 - Lil' Kim (Mr. Bristal)]
(Ay yo, come on here b*tch)
N*gga F*CK YOU
(No, F*CK YOU B*TCH)
Who you talking to?
(Why you actin' like a B*TCH?)
Cause y'all n*ggas ain't sh*t
And if I was dude
I'd tell y'all to S*ck My D*ck

[Repeat 1]

[Lil' Kim]
No, no, no, no
All I wanna do is get my p*ssy s*cked (N*gga!)
Count a million bucks in the back of an armor truck
While I get you f*cked up off the T.O.N.Y.
The BX, the chron-chron
And the list goes on and on
(On and on and on)
Like Erykah Badu
Once he drink the Remi down
Ooh I got this n*gga now
He asked me did I love him
I said what came to mind like n*ggas be doing
Yeah baby, I love you long time
Look I ain't tryin' to s*ck ya
I might not even f*ck ya
Just lay me on this bed and give me some head
Got the camcord layin' in the drawer where he can't see
Can't wait to show my girls he s*cked the piss out my p*ssy
Been doin' this for years, no need to practice
Take lessons from the Queen and you'll know how to mack this
N*ggas know he gave me all his cake
I peeled the Benji's off and threw the singles back in his face

[Repeat 1 (2x)]

[Lil' Kim]
I'mma keep it real
For the dough I might kill
I'm try-na see my face on a hundred dollar bill
Met this dude name Jaleel at this Abdulla fight
He said he'd pay me ten grand just to belly dance
Cum all on his pants
I met him at the studio
He showed up with his homeboy named Julio
I said 'Whoa! Who's the other guy?'
Hope you know you paying extra for this f*ckin' third eye
Something about him, I knew he was a phony
Put the burner in his mouth
'Fool, Give me my money!'
He was just a n*gga frontin' like he knew mad stars
In his homeboy's whips like he got mad cars
N*ggas ain't sh*t but they still can trick
All they can do for me is s*ck my clit
I'm jumpin' up and up after I cum
Thinkin' they gon' get some p*ssy but they gets none

[Repeat 1 fade out]