I know a dude named Jimmy used [bad word] up in me
Night time [bad word] [bad word] off the henny rimmy
I didn't mind it, when he [bad word] me from behind
It felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it
He was a trick when I sucked his [bad word] Used to pass me bricks, credit cards and [bad word] Suck him to sleep,I took the keys to the jeep
Tell him I'll be back, go [bad word] with some other cats
Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer, hoe hop
Raw top in my mans drop
Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain Gimme,
Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me
After ten times we [bad word]  I think I bust twice
He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice
Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice
Cold suckin' his [bad word]  rockin' tha mike
It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand
Somethin' that coulda made his [bad word] a real man
Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy
the [bad word] never ate my [bad word]  [bad word]  I don't want [bad word] tonight, eat my [bad word] right
 Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now

I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q
Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U
Had a weedspot, used to pump African black
He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap
I used to see him, in the tunnel, with [bad word] at dawn
Whisper in my ear he wanna get his [bad word] on
I dug him, so I [bad word] him, it wasn't nuttin'
He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin'
The  was wack, a four stroke creep
I jumped on his [bad word]  rode his [bad word] to sleep
He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him
I thought your [bad word] was still sleepin.
He laughed, told me he bought a new Path
Could [bad word] over right fast and [bad word] my pretty [bad word] 
I'll pass, [bad word] the [bad word] was trash
If  was record sales you would be double plat
The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me
Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown
Tryin' to impress me with your five stones
I give you ten G's [bad word] if you leave me alone, screamin'
 [bad word] 
The moral of the story is this
You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this
And I got witnesses, ask any [bad word] I been with
They aint hit [bad word] till they stuck they tongue in this
I aint with that frontin' [bad word] I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends
Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas [bad word] for car keys, and double digit figures
Good [bad word] I cherish, I could be blunt
I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front
For limp [bad word] niggas, that's frontin' like they willy
Suck my [bad word] till they kill me, you feel me?
 [bad word]