Lil’ Kim, TLz (Rap), BIG LEW - Jet Fuel lyrics

Thinking that I fell off
You got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
I got friends,  I got shooters
 they gon' bust, bust
(They gon' bust) think I'm pretty, why your
Mans, he wanna fuck, fuck
(He wanna fuck)
He call me Wednesday 'cause I'm his crush
Crush (I'm his crush)
Queen bitch, rich forever
You got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)
Ridin' round, twenty P's, in the truck, truck
(In the truck) y'all niggas fucking MILFs
I'm a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker)
They say, "You still live in
A mansion?" I'm like yup, yup
(yeah)

Bitch, this ain't no glow for me
I'm trappin' dope-ally (Ayy)
I got pounds of that purple weed
It look like potpourri
Flyest bitch in the room
You lil bitches can't fuck with me
And I'm drowning in this money
Ain't no fucking boat for me (Yuh)
A1 all the time 'cause I'm fucking saucy
Kim K riding shotgun, please
I'm fucking bossy ol' boy say he love me
But his shorty hatin' on me
Oh, lil homie ballin'
But I'm way too out his league

Yeah, ooh, forty glizzy on me
But it ain't shy
Like Marie Callender, bitch, we sellin' pies
Breakin' bitches, can't be mobbin' I got ties
Hundred pounds of OG, we let it fly
Please don't bring me 'round your
Friend 'cause I'ma hit that
Thought it was sweet until I broke
The bitch like a Kit-Kat
It's money in the mattress
I be fucking up a check
I don't sleep on the paper
So she don't fuck with the rest

Thinking that I fell off
You got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
I got friends, I got
Shooters, they gon' bust, bust
(They gon' bust) think I'm pretty, why your
Mans, he wanna fuck, fuck
(He wanna fuck)
He call me Wednesday 'cause I'm his crush
Crush (I'm his crush)
Queen bitch, rich forever
You got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)
Ridin' round, twenty P's, in the truck, truck
(In the truck) y'all niggas fucking MILFs
I'm a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker)
They say, "You still live in
A mansion?" I'm like yup, yup
(yeah)

I gotta
You know these niggas they gon' call for me
I don't talk for free, let Georgie
Ben and them talk for me (Woah, woah)
I don't gotta cut my old school
He gon' whip that four for me (Skrrt, skrrt)
Got a goon that'll kill for me (Brrr)
Call that hood chivalry (Ayy)
And the clique keep going (Where?)
Up, up and we going (Gone)
Like Siamese, they joined (yeah)
To the plate, filet mignon (Ayy)
'TIl my new car hit high speed (Skrrt, skrrt)
'Cause bitch car be foreign (yeah)
I'm in a new city, like I'm tourin' (Ayy)
Abracadabra, get it going (Louis)

Oh, forty glizzy on me, but it ain't shy
Like Marie Calendar, bitch we sellin' pies
Breakin' bitches, can't be mobbin' I got ties
Hundred pounds of OG, we let it fly
Please don't bring me 'round your
Friend 'cause I'ma hit that
Thought it was sweet until I broke
The bitch like a Kit-Kat
It's money in the mattress
I be fucking up a check
I don't sleep on the paper
So she don't fuck with the rest

Thinking that I fell off
You got me fucked up (Got me fucked up)
I got friends, I got
Shooters, they gon' bust, bust
(They gon' bust) think I'm pretty, why your
Mans, he wanna fuck, fuck
(He wanna fuck)
He call me Wednesday 'cause I'm his crush
Crush (I'm his crush)
Queen bitch, rich forever
You got me fucked up (You got me fucked up)
Ridin' round, twenty P's, in the truck, truck
(In the truck) y'all niggas fucking MILFs
I'm a motherfucker (I'm a motherfucker)
They say, "You still live in
A mansion?" I'm like yup, yup
(yeah)