Lyrics to Justine
Justine Video:
(dials phone - phone rings)[Kim] Hello?[Girl] HelloIs this Lil' Kim?[Kim] Who's this?[Girl] Don't worry 'bout all thatI found your number in my man's pocket[Kim] Well shit bitch!Give it to him then!No wonder the mothafucka hasn't call me yet!Look at your fuckin' groupie assStealin' numbers and shit[Girl] Wha? Fuckin' bitch!I'mma see your ass at the mothafuckin' concert[Kim]Does she do it like me?Does she work that body?Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottieDo she handle it like she got a deep throat?I mean suck that cock 'til she start to chokeDoes she like to have sex high off the X?Try it with me and tell me who's the bestDoes she like to wear thongs that you can eat?Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep?1 - Bet you she don't fuck youLike you know I fuck youAnd I bet you she will never do, ohAll the things I'll do for youIs she drop-dead fine?Does she like it from behind?Is she fly?Do she got a style like mine?Does she slurp it, rub it, jerk it, ride it?Tell you how you feel when you inside itYou love me, and I know she knowCuz everytime I come around, she be like "let's go"Girls know not to leave they man around meI get my hands on 'emHe puttin' rent and a Benz o nmeRepeat 1I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higherDid she tell you that?The bitch is a liarPeople spend doe to see me spit fireAnd niggas give they life to be with me for one nightI let you come in me, while you stick it in the bootyLick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, seeI bet you she don't even know how to kissAnd I bet you ain't never been fucked like thisRepeat 1Repeat 1And I bet ya, and I bet ya babyAnd I bet ya she don't fuck youAnd I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya babyAnd I bet ya she don't fuck youNo, babyRepeat 1 to fade

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