 Ms. G.O.A.T. » Lyrics [+ Lisama +] |
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1. _ Alicia Keys [No One Remix]
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2. _ It Aint My Fault
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3. _ Kimmy More
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4. _ Ms. G.O.A.T.
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5. _ Keyshia Cole
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6. _ Kim Get's Deeper
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7. _ Wanna Lick Magic Stick, Pt. 2
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8. _ Gucci Mane [Freaky Gurl Remix]
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9. _ Salute the Women of Hip Hop (Skit)
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10. _ Chillin Tonite
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11. _ Wrath of Kim's Madness
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12. _ I Get It
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13. _ Rock on Wit Yo Bad Self
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14. _ Thang on Me
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15. _ Outro
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16. _ Mr Cee Speaks
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17. _ Queen Bitch 101
If peter piper pecked em, I betcha biggie bust em
He probably tried to fuck him, I told him not to trust him
Lyrically, I dust em, off like Pledge
Hit hard like sledge-hammers, bitch with that platinum grammer
I am a diamond cluster hustler
Queen bitch, supreme bitch
Kill a nigga for my nigga by any means bitch
Murder scene bitch
Clean bitch, disease free bitch
Check it, I write a rhyme, melt in your mouth like M&M's
Roll with the M.A.F.I.A. remember them?
Tell em when I used to mess with gentlemen
Straight up aposttles, now strictly niggaz that jostle
Kill a nigga for the figure, how you figure?
Your cheddar would be better, Beretta inside of Beretta
Nobody do it better
Bet I wet cha like hurricanes and typhoons
Got buffoons eatin my pussy while I watch cartoons
Seat the loon, this rap Pam Grier's here
Baby drinkers beware, mostly Dolce wear
Frank kill niggaz lives for one point five
While you struggle and strive we pick which Benz to drive
The M.A.F.I.A. you wanna be em
Most of y'all niggaz can't eat without per diem
I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
Uhh, who you lovin who you wanna be huggin
Roll with niggaz that be thuggin, buggin
In the tunnel in Eso's
Sippin espresso, Cappuchino wit Nino
On a mission for the lucci creno
I used to wear Moscino, but every bitch got it
Now I rock colorful minks because my pockets stay knotted
See-note after see-note, Frank Bo hold fifteen plus the caterer
You think you greater, uh
(You niggaz got some audacity
You sold a million now you half of me
Get off my dick, kick it bitch)
Check my pitch, or send it persona
And I'll still stick your moms for her stocks and bonds
I got that bomb ass cock, a good ass shot
With hardcore flows to keep a nigga dick rock
Sippin Ziffendales, up in Chippendales
Shop in Bloomingdales for Prada bags
Female Don Dada has no broblems spittin cream with my team
Shit's straight like nine fifteen, why'nahmean?
Cruise the diamond district with my biscuit
Flossin my rolex rich
Shit, I'm rich, I'ma stay that bitch
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18. _ Hood Newz-Lil Kim Free
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19. _ Mis-Education of Lil Kim
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20. _ Fuck You
Nine shots greet ya greet ya
Hang with Little Ceaser
But don't sling pizza pizza
The gat carryin'
Rap barbarian
'96 Blake Carrington
I brings the most dangerous diseases
Trife please mc's of all types
Homosexuals dice intellectuals
Like my flow my charm
Wifey on the arm and stay fuckin other bitches
Style never switches
Inhale exhale
Bail Neno Brown out for shooting up a townhouse
And him sted kids fled
Rumors was dead
No beef with no cliques
Niggas don't want shit
Trife impresses
Lex's, GsSs
Chicks in iceberg dresses
Who the bestest
M.A.F.I.A.
But fagot niggas want to spoil it
Stop me from having marvel forces,
Den gold Taurus
I force it down your throat like sodomy
Mama proud of me
'cause I stopped killing niggas for free
Uh, uh, The Anne Klein
Sporting coke
Snorting niggas lovely
I keep my pussy fresh like Dudley
Watch this show as my flow bubble over
Like Mo's and Cristal's
Ain't here to bust a pistal
Sippin hard on Cristal
Dreaming counts, large amounts
'cause Frank don't play with lai money
Get high money
Ready to die bitch
No if, ands, or maybes
I'm not your average lady
Put that on my 380
Me and my bitch catch flights to Texas
Niggas call us Crystal and Alexus
Bump into some hoes that be in Huston busting
Trunk full of Donna Karen in the rental LeBaron
Uh, who us, we just swerving
In the dark blue Suburban
Drinking Burbon
With Heinekens for the chaser
Police'll never chase us
We too fly for that
Process the fingerprinted
We too fucked for that
I be, flirtin for certain
Wearing short skirts and
But ain't no shit certain
See, that's the difference between me and other bitches
They fuck to get they riches
I fuck to bust a nut
Lil Kim not a slut
I gotta reputation to look out for
Plus my boss is a outlaw
Uh, these mothafuckas think they tough guys
Mothafuckas better hold hands stepping on ass
Foggot ass mothafuckas
Really ain' t no true players
Death comes the shit that oppose the clique
Dick-riders get off the dick
'cause Larceny got guns for why'all
And if I get bagged my lawyers got tons of ones for y'all
Catching cases, niggas pull they macs out
Niggas getting mad 'cause I dug they backs out
Then I blacks out
Start shooting kids, cribs suspicious
Making my escape jumping bridges
Malicious, sometimes the danger taste delicious
Rule number three don't take love from no bitches
You know what makes me much stronger than you
I can take pain much longer than you
So what you gonna do when I run up in that ass, creep
How you want to spit a grease
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