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mi casa - the notorious b.i.g. lyrics

[instrumental break]

[intro: r. kelly]
new york to chi
perfect combination
kells, biggie

[verse 1: notorious b.i.g.]
you see, i don’t sweat these hoes
i keep ’em in flavors like timbos and girbauds
b-tches just like to play the merry-go
[yeah we know, drop the scenario]
it was me, dee, the mpv
the blunts and brew thang, knockin’ some wu-tang
m-e-t-h-oh sh-t, look at them lips and them hips on that b-tch
dee hit the dip, so i can drop my mackadocious sh-t
light the blunt clip, and recognize a pimp
needless to speak, the gee’s obsolete
don’t sleep! banged the skins in a week
on the creep up the avenue
i seen her on the block, who she rappin’ to?
that’s my n-gga dee, d-mn he got gee
now she f-ckin him and f-ckin me, see

[hook: r. kelly]
mi casa, you casa (oh)
i ain’t lookin for no wife
i just wanna give d-ck to ya (oh)
hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha
do the p-ssy good, i might do anything for ya
girl show me how to work that thing (wo-oh)
you make a motherf-cking thug wanna sing (oh oh)
baby baby, can’t you see? (whoa)
we gon’ f-ck until six in the mornin (whoa)

[verse 2: notorious b.i.g.]
now i play her far like a moon play a star
she still sweat me hard cause i’m a rap star
i be cruisin up the block, i be p-ssin her
pimpin hard with the female p-ssenger
and the only time i call her to hang
is when me and dee blunted up, p-ssy, schemin on a gang-bang
she should’ve used her intuition
then she wouldn’t be cl-ssified in that position, listen
she’s sayin i dissed her cause i’m f-ckin her sister
a message to the fellas, that really gets ’em p-ssed, uh
but she started that f-ckin family
she f-cked my man dee, so why she mad at me?
plus your sister look better than you
give head better than you, p-ssy get wetter than you
so break the f-ck out like a rash
i’m glad i ain’t spend no cash to hit yo’ nasty -ss

[bridge: charlie wilson]
red bows, stilettos do please
hit fellas to show off yo’ booty
i’m hangin wit the best of them, sweet
if you wanna, i’m a veteran
when i show up to the club, it’s v-i-p (oh)
when they dressin in the club if it’s b.i.g. (ooh wee)
i’m not lookin to find a wife (find a wife)
just someone to make a friend of mine

[verse 3: r. kelly]
i roll up, the black impala
i’m so high when i walk in the club
i see this chick that used to get the d-ck
now she freakin on the floor, make a n-gga reminisce
ah, wanna back in my ride again
but i don’t want no girlfriend
see i just wanna hit it and we can be cool
we can do this if you feelin the same way too
come on girl, lets go to my hotel
after party all night in my hotel
pop mo’, smoke ‘dro in my hotel
in twenty minutes, girl hit me on my cell

- the notorious b i g lyrics

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