Notorious B.I.G. - Mi casa Lyrics
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| Notorious B.I.G.
- Mi casa Lyrics
Album: Duets: The Final Chapter [R. Kelly] New York to Chi Perfect combination Kells, Biggie {Harmonizing} [Notorious B.I.G.] You see, I don't sweat these hoes I keep 'em in flavors like Timbos and Girbauds Bitches 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 shit, look at them lips and them hips on that bitch Dee hit the dip, so I can drop my mackadocious shit 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 nigga Dee, damn he got Gee Now she fuckin him and fuckin me, see [Chorus: R. Kelly] Mi casa, you casa (Oh) I ain't lookin for no wife, I just wanna give dick to ya (Oh) Hit the club, drink, dance all night wit cha Do the pussy good, I might do anything for ya Girl show me how to work that thing (Wo-oh) You make a motherfucking thug wanna sing (Oh Oh) Baby baby, can't you see? (Whoa) We gon' fuck until six in the mornin (Whoa) [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 passin her Pimpin hard with the female passenger And the only time I call her to hang Is when me and Dee blunted up, pissy, schemin on a gang-bang She should've used her intuition Then she wouldn't be classified in that position, listen She's sayin I dissed her 'cause I'm fuckin her sister A message to the fellas, that really gets 'em pissed, uh But she started that fuckin family She fucked my man Dee, so why she mad at me? Plus your sister look better than you Give head better than you, pussy get wetter than you So break the fuck out like a rash I'm glad I ain't spend no cash to hit yo' nasty ass [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 [Chorus] [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 dick Now she freakin on the floor, make a nigga 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 [Chorus]
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