Lil’ Kim – No Time ft. Puff Daddy

Download another hot old mp3 free audio song lyrics by Lil’ Kim and this amazing music is titled “No Time ft. Puff Daddy”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an old album which is titled ‘Hard Core’ and it was released in the year 1996.

 

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Lyrics

 

I got, no time for fake niggas

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that’s right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (say what?)

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spread love niggas (that’s right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he-heh)

(“How you figure that your team can effect my cream?”)

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

(“I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die”)

From East to West coast spread love niggas (ha ha, that’s right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (let’s go)

Yeah, I Momma, Miss Ivana

Usually rock the Prada, sometimes Gabbana

Stick you for your cream and your riches

Zsa Zsa Gabor, Demi Moore, Prince Diane and all them rich bitches

Puff Daddy pump the Hummer for the summer

I follow- in the E-Class with the goggles

96 models, Bad Click on the stroll

(Tell ’em how we roll) Cruise control

Nothin’ make a woman feel betta’

Than Berrettas and Amarettas, butta leathers and mad cheddas

Chillin in a Benz with my ami-gos

Tryin’ to stick a nigga for his pe-sos

If you say so’s, then I’m the same chick

That you wanna get with, lick up in my twat

Gotta hit the spot, if not don’t test the poom poom

Nanny nanny, punanny donny, hey!

Hey, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spreadin love niggas (that’s right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)

(“How you figure that your team can effect my cream?”)

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

(“I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die”)

From East to West coast spreadin love niggas (that’s right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures

How you like it baby? uh, from the front

Uh, 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

Work down your ta-ta’s do the cha-cha

Make you scream Pa-pa

You da best, Da Da

Now watch mama, go up and down dick to jaw crazy

Uh! Say my name baby (okay)

Before you nut, I’ma dribble down your butt cheeks

Make you wiggle, then giggle just a little

I’m drinkin’ babies, then I cracks for the Mercedes

Act shady, and feel my three-eighty

Or the raven, ooh wee I see

Your girl ain’t a “Freak Like Me”, or Adina

Huh, can’t fade the rhinoceros of rap (say what?)

Lil’ Kim pussy (uh) how preposterous is that? (ha hah!)

Hey, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spreadin love niggas (that’s right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spreadin love niggas (that’s right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures

Uh, right back at cha, the one Cleopatra (say what?)

Diggin’ in your stash

(niggas think they gonna get some ass)

No money money

No licky licky- fuck the dicky dicky

And the quickie, gimme your loot

Your Mac-11 then shoot

Your game ain’t sweet, John Paul peeps

Shouldn’t compete, if you can’t wet it, forget it

Don’t sweat it, I bet it’d

Make ya cum smooth if you let it

Huh, you can’t stop a bitch from ballin’

Ha-ha to la-la to drive-by’s they be callin, and you ain’t know

While you be kickin’ that old shit (talk to me) we makin’ hits

Platinum and gold shit (we don’t stop)

I stay draped in diamonds and pearls

Beside every man is a Bad Girl

(That’s right nine-six Bad Boy c’mon)

Hey, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

From East to West coast spreadin’ love niggas (that’s right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures (he heh)

(“How you figure that your team can effect my cream?”)

I got, no time for fake niggas (uh-uh, uh-uh)

Just sip some Cristal with these real niggas (uh-huh, uh-huh)

(“I rely on Bed-Stuy to shut it down if I die”)

From East to West coast spreadin’ love niggas (that’s right)

And while you niggas talk shit we count bank figures

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