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Lil' Kim No Time For Fake Ones

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

Uh, I momma, Miss Navana

Usually rock the prada, sometimes Gabbana

Stick you for your cream and your riches

Zha Zha Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince 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 ammerettas

Butter leathers and mad chedders

Chillin' in a Benz with my amigos

Tryin' to stick a brother for his pesos

If you say so, then I'm the same chick

That you wanna get with and lick me where it's hot

Gotta hit the spot, if not then don't test

The poom-poom-nani-nani, punani dani, 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

Let me grab your ta-ta's, do the cha-cha

Make you scream papa

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, 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 ya 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, your 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, it's a bad girl

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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