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old thing back (feat. ja rule and ralph tresvant) - club edit - matoma lyrics

oh yeah, bad boy baby
biggie smalls
listen…

uh yeah baby oooooooh, listen to me, oh yeaaaah

when it comes to s-x, i’m similar to the thriller in manila
honeys call me bigga the condom filler
whether it’s stiff tongue or stiff d-ck
biggie squeeze it to make sh-t fit, now check this sh-t
i got the pack of rough riders in the back of the pathfinder
you know the ep along by james todd smith
i get swift with the lyrical gift
hit you with the d-ck, make your kidneys shift
here we go, here we go, but i’m not domino
i got the funk flow to make your drawers drop slow
so recognize the d-ck size in these karl kani jeans
i’m in thirteens, know what i mean
i f-ck around and hit you with the hennessey d-ck
mess around and go blind, don’t get to see sh-t

the next batter, here to shatter your bladder, it doesn’t matter
skinny or fat or boy-skinned or black, baby i drop
these boricua mommies screamin “ay papi!”
i love it when they call me big poppa
i only smoke blunts if they rolled propa
look, i gotcha caught up in the drunk flow
f-ck tae kwon do, i tote da fo’-fo’
for n-ggas gettin mad cause they b-tch chose me
a big black motherf-cker with g ya see
all i do is separate the game from the truth
big bang boots from the bronx to bolivia
gettin physical like olivia newt
tricks suck my clique d-ck all day with no trivia
so gimme a hoe, a bankroll and a bag of weed
i’m guaranteed to f-ck her till her nose bleed
even if your new man’s a certified mack
you’ll get that h-town in ya, you’ll want that old thing back

what you wanna do?
i got that old thing back
what you wanna see?
baby sing relax and feel
what you be, where you are
you wouldn’t start

b-tches screamin they want that old thing back
like b i double g i e
wit some new r-u-l-e
notorious known to bustin in ya e-y-e, baby baby!
b-tches know they love and hate me
i come, you come, we come, with back some maybe
how close we came to come the ghetto is crazy
how come you ain’t, ?? semi your faces
when i come you be cryin like i’m k!llin ya b-tches
knows when picture in the camera rollin
cause i only be knowin how the sh-t’s unfolded
back shots to the rear, got the mac unloaded
got a reload, like every so often
you sayin i got my swagger back
i’m lookin like b-tch, my swagger never left
it’s so hard pressed, to be impressed by these new rappers
they actors, and the fact is, you want that old thing back
sh-t…

is my mind playin tricks, like scarface and bushwick
willie d, havin nightmares of girls k!llin me
she mad because what we had didn’t last
i’m glad because her cousin let me hit the -ss
f-ck the past let’s dwell on the 500 sl, the e and j and ginger ale
the way my pockets swell to the rim with benjamins
another hon’s in the crib, please send her in
i f-ck nonstop, l!ck my lips alot, used to l!ck the cl-ts alot
but l!ckin cl-ts had to stop
cause y’all don’t know how to act when the tongue go down below
peep the funk flow, really though
i got the cleanest meanest p-n-s, ya never seen this stroke of g*nius
so take off your tim boots and your bodysuit
i mean the spandex and hit my man next
s-x gettin rougher when it come to the nut buster
p-ssy crusher, black nasty motherf-cker
i don’t chase em, i replace em
and if i’m caressin em, i’m undressin em
f-ck whatcha heard who’s the best in new york
for fillin fantasies without that n-gga mr. walk
or tattoo i got you wrapped around my d-ck
and when i’m done i got to split sh-t
back shots is my position, i gotcha wishin for an intermission
f-ck the kissin, l!ckin down to your belly b-tton, i ain’t frontin
they don’t call me b.i.g. for nuttin, all of a sudden

biggie smalls
p. diddy y’all
bad boy for life
once again going to the top baby

- matoma lyrics

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