She Don't Love You - Lil' Kim

(dials phone - phone rings) 

[Kim] Hello? 
[Girl] Hello 
Is this Lil' Kim? 
[Kim] Who's this? 
[Girl] Don't worry 'bout all that 
I 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 ass 
Stealin' numbers and shit 
[Girl] Wha? Fuckin' bitch! 
I'mma see your ass at the mothafuckin' concert 

Does she do it like me? 
Does she work that body? 
Throw that ass like pu-pump-pump-pu-pump that hottie 
Do she handle it like she got a deep throat? 
I mean suck that cock 'til she start to choke 
Does she like to have sex high off the X? 
Try it with me and tell me who's the best 
Does she like to wear thongs that you can eat? 
Do she fuck your brains out 'til you fall asleep? 

(Chorus) 
Bet you she don't fuck you 
Like you know I fuck you 
And I bet you she will never do, oh 
All the things I'll do for you 

Is 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 it 
You love me, and I know she know 
Cuz everytime I come around, she be like "let's go" 
Girls know not to leave they man around me 
When I get my hands on him 
he puttin weddin bands on me 
(Chorus) 

I'm the queen of Rap, there is none higher 
Did she tell you that? 
The bitch is a liar 
People spend doe to see me spit fire 
And niggas give they life to be with me for one night 
I let you come in me, while you stick it in the booty 
Lick the nut off, then stick it back in the coot, see 
I bet you she don't even know how to kiss 
And I bet you ain't never been fucked like this 

(Chorus) x2 

And I bet ya, and I bet ya baby 
And I bet ya she don't fuck you 
And I bet ya, bet ya, bet ya baby 
And I bet ya she don't fuck you 
No, baby 

(Chorus till fade...)