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Lil' Kim( Lil Kim )
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No Time For Fake Ones
Lyricist:Vickie Anderson, James Brown, Sean Combs, Kimberly Jones, Steve Jordan
No time for fake ones Just sip some crystal with these real ones From east to west coast spread love son And while you keep talking [unverified]we count bank funds
No time for fake ones Just sip some crystal with these real ones From east to west coast spread love son And while you keep talking [unverified]we count bank funds
Aah, I momma, Miss Navana Usually rock the prada, sometimes cabbana Stick you for your cream and your riches Jaja Kabal, Demi Moore, Chris Diana, all them rich misses
Puff Daddy bump the Hummer for the summer I follow in the e-class with the goggles 96 Models, bad blick on the stroll Tell 'em how we roll
Cruise control, nothing make a woman feel better Then barrettas and ammerettes But in mad chedders and leathers Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos Tryin' to stick a brother for a peso
If you say so, then I'm the same chick You wanna get with and lick me where it's hot Gotta hit the spot, if not then don't test A poom-nanny-nanny, punany donny, hey
No time for fake ones Just sip some crystal with these real ones From east to west coast spread love son And while you keep talking [unverified]we count bank funds
How you like it, baby? Uhh, from the front, uhh, from the back Give that ass a smack Bet your man won't do it like that
Can't work the middle plus his thing too little Work down your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha Make you scream papa Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com You da best, da da, now watch mama
Go up and down with the jaws crazy, unh Oh, say my name baby and you know, ain't no one Like the queen bee, have you speaking in French Ooh-la, oui, oui, c'est la vie
Then I cracks for the Mercedes I act shady and feel my 360 gator boots for ladies Ooh, oui, I see act shadey And feel my creaty, autoraven
Ooh, wee I see, your girl ain't a freak Like me or Adina, huh, can't fade a rhinoceros in rap Lil' Kim a rookie, how preposterous is that?
No time for fake ones Just sip some crystal with these real ones From east to west coast spread love son And while you keep talking [unverified]we count bank funds
Right back at the one Cleopatra, diggin' in your stash Players think they gonna get some ass No money-money, no licky-licky Forget the sticky sticky and your quickie
Give me your loot, you Mack-11 then shoot Your game ain't sweet, Jean Paul pete shouldn't compete If you can't wet it, forget it, don't sweat it I bet it make it come smooth if you let it
Huh, you can't stop a chick from ballin' Ha-ha to la-la to drop-by's they be calling And you ain't know while you be kickin that old shit
We making hits platinum and gold shit We stay draped in diamonds and pearls Beside every man there's a bad girl, that's right
No time for fake ones Just sip some crystal with these real ones From east to west coast spread love son And while you keep talking [unverified]we count bank funds
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