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Nicki Minaj Ft. Drake & Lil Wayne & Chris Brown
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Yo, I never fu- Wayne, I never fu- Drake
On my life, man, fu-s sake
If I did, I'd mรฉnage with 'em and let 'em eat my a- like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape
Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake
Worry 'bout y'all n-, us straight
Th-these girls are my sons, Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fu- if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big titties, big butt too
Fu-fu- with them real n- who don't tell n- what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is
Ri-ring finger where the rock is
The-these h- couldn't test me
Even if their name was Pop Quiz
Bad b- who I fu- with
Ma-ma-mad b-, we don't fu- with
I don't fu- with them chickens unless they last name is Cutlet
Let it soak in, like seasonin'
And tell them b- blow me, Lance Stephenson
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b- in here tonight
Oh, if you lame, and you know it, be quiet
Nothin' but real n- only, bad b- only
Rich n- only, independent b- only
Boss n- only, thick b- only
I got my real n- here by my side, only (yeah)
I never fu- Nicki 'cause she got a man
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time"
We had just come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
She was sittin' down on that big butt, but I was still starin' at the titties though
Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key
I been peeped that you like me, you know?
Who the fu- you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this s- quietly
I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW
Yeah, type that wanna su- you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
A- on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fu- with you
The NBA players fu- with you
The bad-ass b- doing makeup and hair fu- with you, oh
That's 'cause I believe in somethin', I stand for it
And Nicki, if you ever tryna fu-
Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it (Pinkprint, ayy)
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (ayy)
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b- in here tonight
Oh, if you lame, and you know it, be quiet
Nothin' but real n- only, bad b- only
Rich n- only, independent b- only
Boss n- only, thick b- only
I got my real n- here by my side, only
I never fu- Nick' and that's fu- up
If I did fu-, she'd be fu- up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
'Cause she acts like she need d- in her life
That's another story, I'm no story-teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm, and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a b- up if she waved
They bet' not fu- with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two h- with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms
This s- is crazy, my n-, I mean brazy, my n-
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my n-
Blood gang, take the B off behavior, my n-
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean, "Pop-pop-pop" then I take off
N-, now you see me, n-, now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx actin' like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from, "Poor me"
To, "Please, pour me a drink, and celebrate with me"
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame, and you know it, be quiet (Young Mula, baby)
Nothin' but real n- only, bad b- only
Rich n- only, independent b- only
Boss n- only, thick b- only
I got my real n- here by my side, only
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