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Downloade New Album Queen by Nicki Minaj

Downloade New Album Queen by Nicki Minaj

دانلود آلبوم جدید Queen از Nicki Minaj

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1.Ganja Burns

Ganja Burns Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns
(Who you gettin’ at, Nicki?)
Watch them cunts learn
Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
I move keys, but you hoes get one turn
Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn
I straighten all these bitches out with one perm
Who ever gassed ’em ain’t none of my concern
But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm
They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie
But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body
And that go for anybody, you’ll be thoroughly sorry
I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi
All my powers back now I’m scary to zombies
Bring the heat to a sizzle, I ain’t talking Kalonji
I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body
I ain’t giving, so don’t ask, I don’t lend my body
Gotta be king status to give men my body
(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
Fuck, yeah, cause a Queen is what I embody, uh

[Chorus]

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

[Verse 2]

Yo, you can’t wear Nicki wig and then be Nicki
That’s like a fat nigga thinkin’ he can be Biggie
One rough ride, now you DMX and Swizzy
One hot video, you Hype? Nah, you just giddy
You made one dope beat, now you Kanye?
You got a nigga named JAY, now you ‘Yoncé
You got about three stacks, now you André
You put a part in your fade, oh, you Nas, bae
You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that
If it’s really your passion, would you give the world for that
Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit
At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfecting my craft
Still every team’s number one pick in the draft
You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day
Kobe, KD, Kyrie! Pick a K

[Chorus]

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

[Interlude]

I see ya, I see you
I see ya, I see you

[Outro]

To my surprise I saw you in my eyes
The nights I cried, repented under lies
To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Ooh, burn, baby

2.Majesty

Majesty Lyrics

[Chorus: Labrinth]

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
Whatever you want, you can have from me
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
’Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Mmm, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now
The G5’ll get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin’ like crack, I’m sellin’ powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the trophies and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
I’m buyin’ buildings, we don’t buy the blogs
The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

[Refrain: Labrinth]

‘Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke ’em like hippies now
They see me, say, “Yippie,” now
Homes runnin’ like Griffey now
They switchin’ like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
Bitches tune switchin’ up
We take ’em to Jiffy now
I’m thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin’ like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His misses like sippy now, uh

[Chorus: Labrinth]

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
Whatever you want, you can have from me
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
‘Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Post-Chorus: Eminem]

She invites me to the condo
Uh-oh, wifey’s in Chicago
My side piece, but she’s also someone’s wife
So time we spend is borrowed
But it’s our moment right here, fuck tomorrow
‘Cause moments like these are to die for
And she’s clear, all nice and easy
As hair when I’m bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a bottle

[Verse 3: Eminem]

She’s tipsy, I’m sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, “All that old school hip-hop is over
Think that shit’s got pneumonia.”
I told her, “Bitch, now, just hold up!”
That’s why rap needs a doctor
Our genre’s lymph nodes are swollen up
It’s time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
‘Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
That’s why Tribe is so vital: we need Q-Tip for the culture
Speed it up a little bit!
You ain’t dealin’ with a fuckin’ featherweight
I used to medicate until I’d get a fuckin’ bellyache
And now I’m finna step on the pedal, don’t wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
Demented with the pen, I’ll make the mothafucker detonate
I wanna make it acapella—wait, I gotta set a date
With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hell awaits, and I’ma get a special place
Now, take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
I’ma take the driver’s seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Like I’m a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media
Right in the behind; I’m a human encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And you’re never gonna reach these heights
They’re just too high to reach it
I ain’t even reached my fuckin’ highest
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to cheat
‘Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you fire-breathe, ain’t shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And I’m back to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Better not use me as your topic
Anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me keep it one hundred
Two things shouldn’t be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband
Last thing you’re gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah

[Chorus: Labrinth]

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty
Whatever you want, you can have from me
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
‘Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, now let me hit you back
Told ’em I’d get you back
I know you sittin’ there just thinkin’ ’bout who did you that
I am who did you that
You trippin’, did you pack?
Can’t post on Nicki block unless you sellin’ Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack
Check out this Nicki act
Nicki this, Nicki that
All these bitches piggyback
Ha piggyback, ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah, ah back, ah, ah

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]

How dare all them mirror my style?
The mandem want this just for dial
Inna the dance, we a go skin out time now
I wanna come out your suicide door
Yeah, on the real, I’m these bitches’ idol
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival
‘Cause I’m too powerful, yeah, you not powerful
So say your prayers ’cause you ’bout to die slow
Die slow, die slow
Jealousy is a disease, die slow
Die slow, die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow

3.Barbie Dreams

Barbie Dreams Lyrics

[Intro]

Uh
R.I.P. to B.I.G.
Classic shit

[Verse 1]

I’m lookin’ for a nigga to give some babies
A handful of Weezy, sprinkle of Dave East
Man, I ain’t got no type like Jxmmi and Swae Lees
But if he can’t fuck three times a night—peace!
I tried to fuck 50 for a powerful hour
But all that nigga wanna do is talk Power for hours
B-beat the pussy up, make sure it’s a K-O
Step your banks up like you’re movin’ that yayo
Somebody go and make sure Karrueche okay though
I heard she think I’m tryna give the coochie to Quavo
They always wanna beat it up, goon up the pussy
Man, maybe I should let him autotune up the pussy
All these Bow Wow Challenge niggas lyin’ and shit
Man, these Fetty Wap niggas stay eyein’ my shit
Drake worth a hundred milli, always buyin’ me shit
But I don’t know if the pussy wet or if he cryin’ and shit
Meek still be in my DMs, I be havin’ to duck him
“I used to pray for times like this” face-ass when I fuck him
Man, Uzi is my baby, he ain’t takin’ a L
But he took it literally when I said “Go to hell!”
Used to fuck with Young Thug, I ain’t addressin’ this shit
C-caught him in my dressing room, stealin’ dresses and shit
I used to give this nigga with a lisp testers and shit
How you want the pu-thy? Can’t say your S’s and shit

[Chorus]

Dreams of fuckin’ with any of these little rappers
I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’
Dreams of fuckin’ with any of these little rappers
I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’
Dreams of fuckin’ with any of these little rappers
I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’
Dreams of fuckin’ with any of these little rappers
I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’

[Verse 2]

I remember when I used to have a crush on Special Ed
Shoutout Desiigner ’cause he made it out of special ed
You wanna fuck me, you gotta give some special head
‘Cause this pussy had these niggas on some special meds
Like Mike Tyson he was bitin’ my shit
Talkin’ ’bout, “Yo, why you got these niggas fightin’ and shit?”
On the, on the real, I should make these niggas scrap for the pussy
Young M.A and Lady Luck, get the strap for this pussy, uh
And I woulda had Odell Beckham bangin’ the cake
‘Til I saw him hoppin’ out of cars dancin’ to Drake
I been a five-star bitch, man, word to Gotti
I’ma do that nigga Future dirty, word to Scottie
Had to cancel DJ Khaled, boy, we ain’t speakin’
Ain’t no fat nigga tellin’ me what he ain’t eatin’
YG and The Game with the hammer yellin’, “Gang! Gang!”
This ain’t what I meant when I said a gang bang
Tekashi want a ménage, I said “tre-way”
Curved him and went the Kim and Kanye way
Em, cop the Barbie Dreamhouse, then you can play the part
I-I ain’t tryna bust it open in the trailer park

[Chorus]

Dreams of fuckin’ with any of these little rappers
I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’
Dreams of fuckin’ with any of these little rappers
I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’
Dreams of fuckin’ with any of these little rappers
I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’
Dreams of fuckin’ with any of these little rappers
I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’

[Beat Switch]

[Verse 3]

You know I’m all ’bout them dollars
I be supportin’ them scholars
I let him give me some brain, but he wanted me to ride it
So I said, “Fuck it, I’m in.”
He wanna cut like a trim
And if he act like he know, I let him fuck it again
I got them bars, I’m indicted
I’m poppin’, I’m uninvited
I said, “Just lick on the clitoris, nigga, don’t fuckin’ bite it!”
I ride his –, in the circle
I turn Stefan into Urkel
I go around and around and I’ma go down in slow motion
The-then I pick it up, look at it
I said, “Daddy, come get at it,” uh
Yellow brick road, he said that I am a wiz at it
Yeah, they want it, want it
You know I flaunt it, flaunt it
I’m a trendsetter: everything I do, they do
Yeah, I put ’em up on it, on it
¡Dimelo, papi, papi!
Yo quiero sloppy, sloppy
I’ll give it to you if you beat it up like Baki, Baki
I-I-I-I’ma kill ’em with the shoe
No ceiling is in the roof
And I’m big, give me the loot
Twelve cylinders in the Coupe
I get down with the chrome, I tell ’em when I’ma shoot
I just bang, bang, bang, real killas is in my group
Gorillas is in my unit, vacationin’ where it’s humid
And I shine, shine, shine, got diamonds all in my cubans
I’m in LA Times more than when niggas lootin’
And my flow spit crack, I think that nigga usin’
He done bodied everybody, in closing these bitches losin’
Usin’, usin’ up a bitch movin’
No, I ain’t stuttered and no, I ain’t Ruben
Damn, a bitch snoozin’
Shoutout to my Jews, l’chaim, Rick Rubin
Big fat titties, yes they be protrudin’
I be like, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, bring the lube in
I be like, fuck ’em, fuck ’em, bring the lube in

4.Rich Sex

Rich Sex Lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj, Brinx Billions & Lil Wayne]

Full blown, run rich, Brinx
Yo, Mula, yo, yeah
Ayo

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

I know what these niggas like, and it ain’t my charm
I ain’t stupid, this $250 on my arm
I like money more than dick, nigga, that’s a fact
You think pussy’s everything? Well, let’s have a chat
A-a-ass out, pussy fat, point me to a rich nigga
Who gon’ Rico, Ace me, pay in full my money, Mitch nigga?
I’ma help him fuck the check up, I’ma run the business
If your girl don’t get it poppin’, put me on your wishlist
Hitlist, now he sendin’ gifts like if it’s Christmas
He say, “Baby, everyday we ballin’,” I say, “Swish, swish.”
Got him callin’ nonstop ’cause he don’t wanna miss this
I said, “Don’t panic, keep the faith, nigga, B.I.G.’s bitch.”
(Real rich nigga sex)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
(Rich sex)
Don’t let homie fuck unless his bands up
(Rich sex)
Go to DR, get that fat transfer
(Rich sex)
It ain’t such a thing as broke and handsome
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin’
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin’
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin’
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin’
(Rich sex)

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & Nicki Minaj]

Lil mama said she only fuckin’ on a rich dick
I cum in her face and tell her, “Now you lookin’ rich, bitch!”
Her friend in the other room, can I get a witness?
We could have some rich sex, cannot have no rich kids
Facts, all my bitches have no limits
Fucked her in a helicopter, now she screamin’, “Sky’s the limit!”
Fuck her in the drop top, now she screamin’, “Sky’s the limit!”
Sent her back to who she with, now she screamin’, “Why I’m with him?”
Damn, lil mama said she only suckin’ on a rich dick
Make you put your money where your mouth at, that’s some lipstick
Let’s fuck on the money ‘fore we count that, that’s some rich shit
Pussy smell like money when I’m down there, that some Nic shit
(Real rich nigga sex)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

If you know your pussy worth a Benz truck
(Rich sex)
Don’t let homie fuck unless his bands up
(Rich sex)
Go to DR, get that fat transfer
(Rich sex)
It ain’t such a thing as broke and handsome
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin’
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin’
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin’
(Rich sex)
If you let that broke nigga fuck, we tellin’
(Rich sex)

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj] Rich who? Got bricks, too
The rich get richer, that’s my ritual
Rich crew, link my bitch, too
Mack took the Wraith, me and Tune flew

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & Brinx Billions]

I don’t even know where we going these days, where we landing
Queen, where we going again?
To the moon, Alice, the goon palace
We don’t get fly, we take flight, haha
Woo! Haha, ahh-haha, ahh!
You mad, doggie? You mad, doggie?
(Next stop: New York)
Hahaha, rrrrr!

5.Hard White

Hard White Lyrics

[Chorus]

Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back

[Verse 1]

Ayo, just last week I told ’em to pick a side
I bust shots, don’t duck if it don’t apply
Bae out in Paris, he told me to pick a ride
Sike, made you look, I still didn’t pick a guy
I’m the trophy of the game, everybody tryna win me
Me, Olivier, Jourdan Dunn, my baby, Winnie
Partying in Paris, these bitches is embarassed
‘Cause they know I’m the queen, I still didn’t pick an heiress
Mirror, mirror, who’s the fairest?
You the motherfucking fairest, Nicki
What I drop on this watch?
I don’t know, about a hundred-fifty
I’m who they wishin’ to be
These hoes is on the ‘Gram, Nicki pitchin’ the ki’
‘Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? You might as well took the plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don Pablo? Uh

[Chorus]

Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back

[Verse 2]

Ayo, just last week I told ’em they run done
My legacy could never be undone
I’m a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I’m the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat’s here
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my knockoffs, I told ’em knock it off
Anything that Nicki do, you know they knock it off
Put my crown on again, and I’ma knock it off
Anything with Nicki in it, they gonna pocket off
I mean profit off, my plug drop it off
You see them copyin’ my hair, tell ’em, “Chop it off!”
Uh, bad gyal with the, top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when mi drop ’em off
Uh, I ain’t never played a hoe position
I ain’t ever have to strip to get the pole position
Hoes is dissin’? Okay, these hoes is wishin’
You’re in no position to come for O’s position
I ain’t movin’ weight, but I’m in the dope position
I ain’t movin’ weight, but I’m in the dope position

[Chorus]

Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back

[Outro]

W-w-w-w-w-work hard
W-w-w-w-w-work hard
J-j-just last week, I told ’em to pick a side
I-I-I bust shots, don’t duck if they don’t apply

6.Bed

Bed Lyrics

[Intro: Ariana Grande]

Got a bed wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Got a kiss wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Thousand dollar sheets
Waitin’ for you on some thousand dollar sheets
I got Carter III on repeat
Back shots to the beat of “A Milli” on you
Got me acting like you got a milli on you
You say I’m the GOAT, yeah, the billy on you
I could make all your dreams come true
Wanna fall through, then you better come through

[Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]

Don’t make me wait until the morning

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]

Got a bed wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Got a kiss wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Love me good, love me down
Don’t turn me down
Got a bed wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Strawberry lingerie
Waitin’ for you, strawberries, lingerie
You told me you on the way
Messed around, messed around, put it down on you
I’ma do everything I said I’m gon’ do
Pretty little body, it look better on you
Might have to blow it like a feather on you
Waterfalls, ooh, yeah, you better come through

[Pre-Chorus: Ariana Grande]

Don’t make me wait until the morning

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]

Got a bed wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Got a kiss wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Love me good, love me down
Don’t turn me down
Got a bed wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj and Ariana Grande]

O-on, on it
O-on, on it
O-on, on it
O-on, on it (but I put your name… on it)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

Yo! He in my startin’ five, he get the city live
These niggas scared, they doing fifty in a fifty-five
I’m tryna clap them like somebody told ’em, “Gimme five!”
I’ma be a half an hour, but I told ’em, “Gimme five!”
I’m tryna dance on ’em, blow my advance on ’em
I like ’em better when he got some sweatpants on ’em
I like his hang time, he said his head right
I said go all the way down and then head right
I watch him fuck it up, look at him luckin’ up
I said, “You need some thick skin, baby, suck it up.”
He go insane on it, I put my fame on it
Coulda put ZAYN on it, but I put your name on it

[Chorus: Ariana Grande]

I got a bed wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it
Got a kiss wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it, yeah
Love me good, love me down
Don’t turn me down
Got a bed wit’ your name on it
Wit’ your name on it

7.Thought I Knew You

Thought I Knew You Lyrics

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Fuck, baby, I – I guess I didn’t
I-I-I thought you was down for real
Thought you would stick around for real
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]

Misconstrued your love
You confused my love
You givin up (up), on love (on love)
Not to lose my love , yeah

[Pre-Chorus 1: Nicki Minaj]

Honestly, I think this shit excites you
You love drama, it excites you
I-I liked you
I-I-I-I don’t think I’m talkin’ to the right you

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]

I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Fuck, baby, I guess I didn’t
I-I-I thought you was down for real
Thought you would stick around for real
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]

Tell me why you let me come inside for real
Nevermind, you were never mine for real
Hit my line, I’ma hit decline for real
I ain’t tryin’ for a second time for real

[Pre-Chorus 2: The Weeknd]

Honestly, I think this shit excites you
All that drama that you’re tied to
You play the victim every time too
That shit came back and hit you times two

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]

I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Fuck, baby, I guess I didn’t
I-I-I thought you was down for real
Thought you would stick around for real
I-I-I-I-I-I-I-I

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]

You broke my heart and now ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
You broke my heart nigga ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
Yeah, I just want them dead presidents
Dead-dead presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents

8.Run & Hide

Run & Hide Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Don’t be goofy, bring some passion to the table, what you doin’?
Don’t be stupid, I’m the realest bitch you know, yeah, I’m the truest
When you pull up, gotta pull up on me like you already knew it
Yeah, you keep saying you the truth well, nigga, you gon’ have to prove it

[Pre-Chorus]

‘Cause it’s been a minute since I trusted somebody
‘Cause I don’t never put my trust in nobody
I hate to picture you out fuckin’ some body
So, I don’t ever put my trust in no body

[Chorus]

Who am I to deny?
Yeah, you say, “Who am I to run and hide?”

[Verse 2]

Don’t be jealous, put some trust inside your text when you be textin’
Tell the truth when you get tired of me askin’ all them questions
I prayed to God for peace and love, I’m lookin’ at you as a blessing
You told me life been lookin’ up, so take that past shit as a lesson

[Pre-Chorus]

‘Cause it’s been a minute since I trusted somebody
‘Cause I don’t never put my trust in nobody
I hate to picture you out fuckin’ some body
So, I don’t ever put my trust in no body

[Chorus]

But who am I to deny?
Yeah, you say, “Who am I to run and hide?”

9.Chun Swae

Chun Swae Lyrics

[Intro: Swae Lee, Young Thug & Future]

Fall off in the spot
Wait up, they gon’ do it while you drop
Metro!
Pull up with no top
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain’t no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I’ma let my fin pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty Latin girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, “En garde!”

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, I’m me, I’m Barbie drippin’
DB9, Barbie whippin’
If he say he don’t want me back, he be lyin’
Bitch, I’m the sauce, Barbie dippin’, I’m the boss, Barbie sippin’
They keep tellin’ me work it, I ain’t got no chores
I’m all yours, Barbie kissin’, call the stores, Barbie shippin’
Out or indoors, baby, I’ma floss
Wet, why of course, Barbie tippin’, I endorse, Barbie strippin’
Mink carpet, but I ain’t got no flaws
Doors look like rings, Barbie sittin’, bad-da-bing, Barbie trippin’
Curve niggas like they arm in a sling
Hopped off the swing, Barbie swingin’, to the ring, Barbie blingin’
Good box, so he called Donna King
Who the fuck gon’ party with them dollies, no I never do the mollies, if I hit you then you probably gon’ sue
Who the fuck gon’ cop me with the body, always thinkin’ like a hottie, always saying what someone won’t do
Who the fuck gonna pull up in your city, looking every bit of pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew
Who the fuck gon’ beat him with a .22, if he don’t lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain’t no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I’ma let my fin pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty Latin girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, “En garde!”

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]

Thousand dollar massage
I don’t ever miss my mark
Anything I like goes in the cart
I might spend it all to prove a point
Rolling west coast, Arnold Schwarz
If she lick her lips then I’ma join
Indo I’ma spark
When I cash out, that’s her favorite part

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]

They deliver my Lambo, all white with a tan bow
My body’s a work of art, he eatin’ this Van Gogh
I’m not in the bando, I’m Pablo Sandals
White beaches, candles, we sexin’, Anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all these niggas wanna cuff for?
A lot of Bloods, what you think they in the cut for?
Yeah, it’s the sweep, I ain’t talkin’ when the dust fall
My winnin’ streak still hasn’t peaked, you little dust ball
Bitch I’m a star-ar, me and Swae Lee, yah, yah
G-Force flights, Chun-way on the runway, yah, yah
Riccardo Tisci in Milan, you see me modelin’, ah
Dinner with Kar-ar, dinner with Karl Lagerfeld, yah
Yeah, this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah
Yeah, just to take a picture, I go raise the bar far
I’m bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, ah, ah
America’s Next Top Model, call me Yaya
E-everytime I score she gon’ hear them swishes, ah
Tell that bitch I’m in the league, she still play for Wichita
I piss hits broad, call me the swish God
The swish, swish God? Yup, the swish God

[Chorus: Swae Lee]

Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain’t no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I’ma let my fin pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty Latin girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, “En garde!”

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]

Mhm, shout-out Giovanni
For doing that “Barbie Tingz” video, uh-huh
Nina Garcia, Stephen Gan, Elle mag yuh, uh-huh
I’m still on my Naomi shit
Wilhelmina Models tip
Weezy, Mack, Baby, Slim
Jay, I see you, Jean, Tezz, El, Sean G
Monte, Avery, Roppo, Joe, Katina, Mike, Dave, Garry, Josh
Mmm…
Rap, Jigga, Kim, Wiz, Hillary, Khloé , Biggz
Juice, I see you Juice
Keep me rollin’ Juice
You’re in the middle of Queen right now, thinking
“I see why she called this shit Queen
This bitch is really the fucking queen—ahh!”
Ahahahaaah!
I love my fans, I love you so much

10.Chun-Li

Chun-Li Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ayo, look like I’m goin’ for a swim
Dunked on ’em, now I’m swingin’ off the rim
Bitch ain’t comin’ off the bench
While I’m comin’ off the court fully drenched
Here go some haterade, get ya thirst quenched
Styled on ’em in this Burberry trench
These birds copy every word, every inch
But gang gang got the hammer and the wrench (brrr)
I pull up in that quarter milli off the lot
Oh, now she tryna be friends like I forgot
Show off my diamonds like I’m signed by the Roc (by the rock)
Ain’t pushin’ out his babies ’til he buy the rock

[Chorus]

Ayo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
He keep on dialin’ Nicki like the Prince song
I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayo, I been north, Lara been Croft
Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off

[Interlude 1]

Oh, I get it, huh, they paintin’ me out to be the bad guy
Well it’s the last time you gonna see a bad guy do the rap game like me

[Verse 2]

I went and copped the chopsticks, put it in my bun just to pop shit
I’m always in the top shit, box seats, bitch, fuck the gossip
How many of them coulda did it with finesse?
Now everybody like, “She really is the best”
You play checkers, couldn’t beat me playin’ chess
Now I’m about to turn around and beat my chest
Bitch, it’s King Kong, yes, it’s King Kong
Bitch, it’s King Kong, this is King Kong
Chinese ink on, Siamese links on
Call me 2 Chainz, name go ding dong
Bitch, it’s King Kong, yes, I’m King Kong
This is King Kong? Yes, Miss King Kong
In my kingdom wit’ my Timbs on
How many championships? What? Six rings on

[Interlude 2]

They need rappers like me!
They need rappers like me!
So they can get on their fucking keyboards!
And make me the bad guy, Chun-Li

[Chorus]

Ayo, I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
I mean I been Storm, X-Men been formed
He keep on dialin’ Nicki like the Prince song
I-I-I been on, bitch, you been corn
Bentley tints on, Fendi prints on
Ayo, I been north, Lara been Croft
Plates say Chun-Li, drop the Benz off

[Outro]

I come alive, I, I’m always sky high
Designer thigh highs, it’s my lifestyle
I come alive, I, I’m always sky high
Designer thigh highs, it’s my lifestyle
I need a Mai Tai, so fuckin’ sci-fi
Give me the password to the fuckin’ wifi

11.LLC

LLC Lyrics

[Chorus]

I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you he’s rich and famous, but he’s just a guy to me

[Verse 1]

I feel like I’m King Kong, name still going ding-dong
It’s two girls gettin’ more money, and they don’t rap, they sing songs
I stay with that pink on, pink furs and them pink thongs
Goons out if they blink wrong, think hard but don’t think long
Pink Friday had Eminem, spit hard but I’m feminine
Iconic trio on Monster, Goblins and Gremlins
What’s left that I didn’t do? You bit the forbidden fruit
You thought you’d get my spot? Who the fuck was kiddin’ you?
Took a lil’ break, but I’m back to me
Tryna make a new Nicki with a factory
They’ll never toe to toe on a track with me
There’ll never be another one after me
‘Cause the skill levels still just a half of me
Blasphemy, my niggas will blast for me
All these low IQ hoes baffle me
Tell ’em that I wash bitches take a bath for me
Put the trophies in my crib like a athlete
I see them give me fake love but that trash is weak
Man, you know that I rip every rap and beat
You know Nicki gon’ eat, Bon Appétit
Used to get real hyped off a half a mil’
Used to get real hyped off a half a pill
We don’t pay niggas to front like they like my shit
We don’t pay niggas to come in and write my shit

[Pre-Chorus]

Now carry on, now carry on
Now carry on, now carry on
Swish, swish, I’m just gettin’ my Curry on
G6 flow, all Louis V carry ons

[Chorus]

I-I-I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you he’s rich and famous, but he’s just a guy to me

[Bridge]

You made me, you made me, yeah
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah
You made me , you made me

[Verse 2]

Yo, you made me do it, hoe, I told you, get low (told you get low)
I’m popping tens but they gotta be yellow
I’m New York Nick, I’m ballin’ with Carmelo
I’m wavy, word to Shawty L-O, hello
How your jacket say Porsche and you never rode a Porsche?
How you supposed to make the quarter when you never went North?
How the fuck you got Ferraris when you never went sport?
All that hoopin’ and hollerin’ still ain’t scorin’ on the court

[Bridge]

You made me, you made me, yeah
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
You made me , you made me

[Verse 3]

Ay, yo, look at what they made me do, they made me do
Swerve the foreign on ’em, navy blue, they baby blue
Look at how they started pussy poppin’ when 80 flew
All my niggas move that Britney, Ari’, yeah, Katy too
Niggas gassed on it, really though, gas I pump them
Straight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped him
Push the limits, I’m a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped him
Push past being filthy rich, ask I trumped them
‘Cause I scare her, scare her, my biggest era, era
Never been clearer, clearer, don’t force it, Farrah Farrah
Because you’ll never be me, that’s word to Bella, Gigi
Dolce Gabbana, DG, pretty gang rated PG

[Pre-Chorus]

Now carry on, now carry on
Now carry on, now carry on
Swish, swish, I’m just gettin’ my Curry on
G6 flow, all Louis V carry ons

[Chorus]

I-I-I-I just took her name and made the bitch a LLC
Stuff a couple stacks up in, then bitch, get on your feet
You make twice as much if you switch it up, just to see
To you he’s rich and famous, but he’s just a guy to me

[Hook]

On blood, you made me, you made me
You made me, you made me, yeah, yeah
On blood, you made me, you made me, yeah, yeah, yeah
You made me , you made me

12.Good Form

Good Form Lyrics

[Intro]

Eardrummers
Mhm, uh-huh, uh-huh
Mhm, yo, hold up, hold up
Mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm, mhm

[Verse 1]

Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
You see a bad bitch coming, tell yo ass to hold up
I’m in that new new meeting Nunu when I roll up
I told the valet, “Park my Benz and bring the Rolls up.”
Yo, hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
He see me lookin’ pretty every time he scroll up
Might gotta let the blicky hit you if you stroll up
Now put your hands up, it’s a hold up
Run me the money

[Refrain]

‘Cause I be the baddie, B, Barbie tings
Banging body B, everybody be on my D
Yo I gotta be, in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back to the back, back to the back
Back to the back, back to the back
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey
I’m the baddest B, I don’t even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the ‘Bach

[Pre-Chorus]

See, a bitch got more coins than a game room
So we ain’t ever hatin’ in TheShadeRoom
See I keep my sons in a playroom
So me and you ain’t ever in the same room

[Chorus]

I tell him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don’t ever cheat because I’m good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin’ push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he bite, he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I’m pullin’ up I’m in a good foreign
I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him
Come on, come on, come on
I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him
Come on

[Verse 2]

I slick, slick drop the top like nip slips
So he tryna smash like when the whip flips
I hit licks just to floss with this wrist
And when I leave my bitches we all say, “Kiss kiss!”
I’m in that new new De La Renta, tryna land Bugs Bunny
‘Cause all I want is karats and some big drug money
I’m only loyal to the niggas that’ll bust guns for me
The jig up, it’s a stick up, run me the money

[Refrain]

‘Cause I be the baddie, B, Barbie tings
Bangin’ body B, everybody be on my D
Yo, I gotta be, in reality, suck a D, if you doubted me
Back to the back, back to the back
Back to the back, back to the back
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey
I’m the baddest B, I don’t even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the ‘Bach

[Pre-Chorus]

See a bitch get more pressed than a key pad
Before you suck me off, get a knee pad
See I pull the strings like a tea bag
I’m prolly with my jeweler playin’ freeze tag

[Chorus]

I tell him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he eat the cookie, he got good form
He know I don’t ever cheat because I’m good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin’ push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he bite, he eat the cookie, he got good form
He know that when I’m pullin’ up, I’m in a good foreign
I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him
Come on, come on, come on
I be like ooh, he love me, ooh, he love me, good for him
Come on

13.Nip Tuck

Nip Tuck Lyrics

[Intro]

Gave you everything, everything, everything, everything, everything

[Chorus]

Gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And that’s on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you

[Verse 1]

Hmm
Saying used to curve to niggas like you
Skrr, skrr, swerve niggas like you
Even though I heard what you might do
I didn’t get concerned ’cause I liked you
But no, no, I can’t hide who you are
I can’t lie, it’s too hard (so hard, so hard)
I need more than what you got from me
You want a bad bitch, and new cars

[Chorus]

Darling, I give you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And that’s on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you

[Verse 2]

I know how to flip niggas like you
I get petty and clip niggas like you
Fuck around and forget niggas like you
Promise I could never miss niggas like you
So no, no
Feeling’s fading away
I can’t hear what you say
I need more than what you got for me
You got a bad bitch, you won’t stay

[Chorus]

Darling, I give you everything, yeah
You gon’ need to take it all back
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And thats on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you, oh

[Verse 3]

Yo, give up on ’em, I don’t even wanna get up on ’em
And I ain’t tryna work it out
But I’m at the gym on a mat doin’ sits ups on ’em
You let yourself go, you don’t represent O’
So trust me just go
You settle for less, yo, you disrespectful
You were special, the new you just dull
So cut all that bull and nerve of me too
Come off my pedestal
Come off my pedestal, money off that edible
Which means them bags stacked high
You ain’t get the drive, my nigga ya pedal stalled
You said you wept uh, everyday a queen you slept on
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout your mattresses but um you the typa player I press eject on
I can’t believe you played for that long
I never re-respected nobody
I never needed you, you must’ve thought I did
I should have copped the stick but I’m teflon
Pressed on, headstrong, sex the bomb
Dreams of a bad bitch tryna F a don
If it’s word bond any one of sex icons
If he bust down, I don’t wanna waste my time
Who the fuck you thought you was, tryna stunt on Nick?
Should have put you on blast like a gun on hip
But it’s okay, we gon’ keep secrets nigga
‘Cause a true bad bitch ain’t weak or bitter

14.two Lit two Late Interlude

2 Lit 2 Late Interlude Lyrics

[Verse]

I said I’m cool on it, baby, yeah, I’m straight
You say it’s love, I don’t it want it, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
You do too much, too little, yeah, too late

[Chorus]

Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, I’m cool on it, I’m straight

[Outro]

You shoulda been listenin’, listenin’ in
Too busy glistenin’, glistenin’ in
Why you ain’t listen then, listen back then?
Now you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late

15.Come See About Me

Come See About Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Come, come see what I’ve been up to
Come, come see about me
I know you’ve had a lot of work to do
Oooh, you got used to things without me baby
Yeah, you got used to every thing I never did
You got sick of being sick of all my flaws
You got over all the pain I ever caused
And I didn’t mean it, no, but

[Pre-Chorus]

They say it’s all what you make it
Maybe it’s all in the making
Love’s always love, you can’t fake it
So please don’t try to deny me of that, no
You know my heart couldn’t take it
Maybe it’s all in the making
Love’s always love you can’t fake it
See baby, oooh you know I need you to…

[Chorus]

Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can’t always be about me
Just come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
I’m doing good boy
I’m up where we belong at
You know I’m still trying to find where we went wrong at
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won’t hurt just to see what we could be
So come see about me, yeah

[Verse 2]

Want you to see how much I changed up
Oooh, I just hope I’m not too late
I know you’re hesitant about it but
I got a lot I wanna say to you
Hate that I could never measure up
Hate that I could never be the one you needed
‘Cause now I’m the one who needs you, but baby

[Pre-Chorus]

They say it’s all what you make it
Maybe it’s all in the making
Love’s always love, you can’t fake it
So please don’t try to deny me of that, no
You know my heart couldn’t take it
Maybe it’s all in the making
Love’s always love, you can’t fake it
See baby, ooh you know I need you to…

[Chorus]

Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can’t always be about me
Just come, come see about me (Right here)
Come, come see about me (Right here)
I’m doing good boy
I’m up where we belong at
You know I’m still trying to find where we went wrong at
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won’t hurt just to see what we could be
So come see about me, yeah

(About me, about me, about me, about me
About me, about me, about me, about me
About me, about me, about me, about me
About me, about me…)

[Chorus]

Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can’t always be about me
Just come, come see about me (Right here)
Come, come see about me (Right here)
I’m doing good boy
I’m up where we belong at
You know I’m still trying to find where we went wrong at
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won’t hurt just to see what we could be
So come see about me, yeah

16.Sir

Sir Lyrics

[Intro: Future]

Damn, damn, damn right
Huh? Hold up, yeah
I can see it
All this green, sir
Rollin’ weed, sir
Big ol’ racks, sir
Zaytoven
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, headline tour, sir, with the bands, sir
I ain’t pressed, sir, over a band, sir
Get her a ticket, sir, she’s a fan, sir
Can’t keep her man off my Instagram, sir
New slaves, but I’m still the master
I’m whippin’ foreigns to make ’em go faster
Miss Aretha, I think I just passed her
Icy Patek, tell ’em, “Kiss my ass, sir.”
Pretty gang, sir, pretty gangster
Said she was better than me, what a prankster
He said, “You bad, Nicki,” I said, “Thanks, sir.”
Stay in some fresh prints, Ashley Banks, sir
Call me A.I., sir, I’m The Answer
I’m in the playoffs, sir, I advance, sir
These niggas broke, they ain’t got no plans, sir
I call ’em Sway, they ain’t got the answer
Ass shots, sir, with no chaser
Pretty titties all up in his face, sir
They double tap, sir, it’s a fact, sir
All the comments sayin’, “It’s a snack,” sir
New bae, I’m his dirty dancer
I said I wouldn’t but I took a chance, sir
Ride him like a sled, Dasher, Prancer
I bust it open for him out in Cannes, sir
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain’t allowed, sir
Yeah, Nicki Hendrixx

[Chorus: Future]

On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin’ cash, sir, blowin’ cash, sir
Fuckin’ hoes, sir, fuckin’ hoes, sir
Ridin’ foreigns, sir, ridin’ foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin’ hammers, sir, cockin’ hammers, sir
Scuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir

[Verse 2: Future]

Automatic, sir, my bitch the baddest, sir
I’m livin’ lavish, sir, fuck all the static, sir
Out on bond service, servin’ dope, sir
Where I’m from, sir, they’ll serve your mom, sir
Cocaina dealin’, jackboy, sir
Stars in the ceilin’, sir, dope in the attic, sir
Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir
Jeff Gordan sir, NASCAR, sir
Pluto my first name, Cash last name, sir
He wanna body, sir, you tryna get some stains, sir

[Chorus: Future]

On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin’ cash, sir, blowin’ cash, sir
Fuckin’ hoes, sir, fuckin’ hoes, sir
Ridin’ foreigns, sir, ridin’ foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir

[Outro: Future & Nicki Minaj]

Cockin’ hammers, sir, cockin’ hammers, sir
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain’t allowed, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir

17.Miami

Miami Lyrics

[Intro: Kodak Black]

I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

[Interlude: Patty Duke]

Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the Queen’s like it’s Hollis
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty

[Outro: Patty Duke]

Yo, Nick, what’s good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man

18.Coco Chanel

Coco Chanel Lyrics

[Intro: Foxy Brown & JBeatzzz]

Whole lotta gang shit
Beatz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, ayo Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayo, uh, Brooklyn!
Kick for my stomach, let’s go!

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah like a coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them thing fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Ayo, if I’m in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
If I tell ’em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine, then they make a crack of it
If they YAB your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon’ put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it
That’s word to Brooknam, that’s word to Bucktown
That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on ’em, I spray sheen on ’em
That’s word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on ’em
I’m mad Queens on ’em, with mad schemes on ’em
I never scale back, the triple beams on ’em
My ice gleams on ’em, Wu-Tang creams on ’em
I pull up on the block bumpin’ Biggie “Dreams” on ’em
A nigga greased on ’em, but I freezed on ’em
I light breezed on ’em, I might breeze on ’em
Might do it like it’s Christmas and light trees on ’em
I see the copycats bitin’ my steez on ’em

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah like a coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them thing fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]

Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That’s my word to Big, I’ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I’ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Come make me dutty that
Puss dem I chat ’bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come ’round, all y’all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y’all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco ‘pon my foot dem, C’s pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem, chugh!
Pussy whine chime, ay, ay, ay, ay
The bloodclaat this, the Moet let me die
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
I’m on my clip, blue jeep, Van Herpen day-days
Gun slingers, let me see y’all gun fingers
Y’all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki’s, little Inga’s, woah!

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah like a coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them thing fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Foxy Brown]

Foxy plus one, it’s me young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I’m done
So tell ’em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don’t make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell’ em fi recognize
Run a Kartel, Dem fi ‘fraid Vybz
They call me Ms. Bitch, but I don’t miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I’m physically fine
Who she? It’s like we know she dyin’
Bitch ain’t see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on ’em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin’ it a hundred, that’s a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh

19.Inspirations Outro

Inspirations Outro Lyrics

[Verse]

Capleton, Beenie Man, Mavado, uh oh
Sizzla Kalonji, Kartel, Buju, go so
Supercat, all over his Ferragamo, I know
Destra Garcia, Machel Montano, Jah know
Ninja Man, Lady Saw, Spice, Tanya, Patra
DJ pull up, Bounty Killer, uh-huh
Bunji Garlin, Fay-Ann Lyons
Anything we wear, girl go on and tryin’
Bless up, Bob Marley, yes, king lion
Marchin’ with Lauryn Hill to Zion
Caribbean tings what I am
Me and Fox gettin’ paper like what ink dry on

[Outro]

Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun up the dance
Bun up, bun up the dance, bun up

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