Nicki Minaj – Queen + Lyrics

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Nicki Minaj - Queen + Lyrics

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Inspirations Outro Lyrics

[Verse]

Capleton, Beenie Man, Mavado, uh oh

Sizzla Kalonji, Kartel, Buju, Goso

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 gwaan try on (Okay)

Bless up, Bob Marley, yes, king lion

Marchin’ with Lauryn Hill to Zion

Caribbean tings, what I on

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 the dance, bun up the dance, bun up

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy

Ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy-ayy

 




Coco Chanel Lyrics

[Intro: Foxy Brown & Boonk Gang]

Whole lotta gang shit

Beatzz

Oh, uh, ugh, ayo, Chun, uh, 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, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco

Ellos 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 things 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 making crack of it

If they yap your gold chain, then they make a plaque of it

No, 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, runn 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 (Woop)

Hunnit degrees on ’em, but I freeze on ’em

A light breeze 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, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco

Ellos 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 things 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, gunshot

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

Man down when I come ’round, all y’all bitches bow down

King Fox, King Kong, back on my Chun-Li, 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 (Woah)

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, llevame a la coco, yeah a la a coco

Ellos 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 things 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 we ah-guh fuck up the place and 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

Illest to ever do it, tell’ em Fe recognize

Unuh Kartel, dem fi free up 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? Inside 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 (Mhm, mhm, ayy, ayy)

Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (Ihh, ihh, ayy, ayy)




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 baddies, don’t forget the Addies

When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty

Got some real pretty titties, they come with a fatty

Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy

I’m La Belle of the ball, you could call me Patti

 

[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’t sit with me and Gretchen

It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time, it’s the sickest

I don’t never 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 baddies, don’t forget the Addies

When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty

Got some real pretty titties, they come with a fatty

Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy

I’m La Belle of the ball, you could call me Patti

 

[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 baddies, don’t forget the Addies

When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty

Got some real pretty titties, they come with a fatty

Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy

I’m La Belle of the ball, you could call me Patti

 

[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 fuckin’ dropped ’round here

Queens get the money, man

Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, ya heard?

Iconic shit, man

 




Sir Lyrics

[Intro: Future]

Damn, damn, damn right

Huh? Pluto! 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 tours, sir, with a band, 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

If I don’t ball, sir, I’ll have a drought, sir

Them bum bitches ain’t allowed, sir

Yeah, NickiHndrxx (Brrr)

 

[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 (Bitch bad)

I’m livin’ lavish, sir, fuck all the static, sir (Fuck all the static)

Out on bond service, servin’ dope, sir (Sir)

Where I’m from, sir, they’ll serve your mom, sir (Serve your mom, sir)

Cocaina dealin’, jackboy, sir (Jackboy)

Stars in the ceilin’, sir, dope in the attic, sir (Sir, dope)

Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir (Drive fast, sir)

Jeff Gordon sir, NASCAR, sir (Pew!)

Pluto my first name, Cash last name, sir (Yeah, 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

If I don’t ball, sir, I’ll have a drought, sir

Them bum bitches ain’t allowed, sir

(Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir)




Come See About Me Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Come, come see what I’ve been up to

Come, come see about me

I know you had a lot of work to do

Ooh, 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, 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

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

Ooh, 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

 

[Bridge]

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. 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

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




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




Nip Tuck Lyrics

[Intro]

Gave you everything, everything, everything, everything, everything

 

[Chorus]

Gave you everything, yeah

Think I need to take it all back (Take it all back, hey)

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 (Yeah, brr)

I’ma have to switch, switch up on you

Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you

Let go, time to give up on you

 

[Verse 1]

Mmm, see, I used to curve 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]

And I gave you everything, yeah

Think I need to take it all back (Take it all, 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, time to 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

Said no, no

Feelings fading away, I can’t hear what you say

I need more than what you got for me

You got a bad bitch who won’t stay

 

[Chorus]

And I gave you everything, yeah

You gon’ need to take it all back (Take it all, 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, time to give up on you

 

[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’ sit-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 was special, the new you just dull

So cut all that bull, the nerve of me to come off my pedestal

Come off my pedestal, money off that edible

Which means them bags stacked high

You ain’t got the drive, my nigga ya pedal stalled

You said you wept, aww, every day, a queen you slept on

And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout your mattresses

But um, you the type of 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 his word bond and he wanna sex icons

If he bust down and don’t wanna waste my time

Who the fuck you thought you was, tryna stunt on Nick?

Shoulda 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




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 through, yo, what’s the hold up?

I’m in that new new, me and New New when I roll up

I tell 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 (Go!)

 

[Refrain]

‘Cause I be the baddie, B, Barbie tings, banging body B (Go!)

Everybody be on my D, yo, I gotta be (Go!) in reality

Suck a D if you doubted me

Back of the ‘Bach, back of the ‘Bach

Back of the ‘Bach, back of the ‘Bach (Woo!)

Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (Go!)

Ooh, you gotta see, honestly, on my odyssey (Go!)

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

(Come on!)

 

[Pre-Chorus]

See, a bitch got more coins than a game room

So we ain’t ever hatin’ in TheShadeRoom (Nah)

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 never 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 whenever 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, channeling 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 (Go!)

 

[Refrain]

‘Cause I be the baddie, B, Barbie tings, banging body B (Go!)

Everybody be on my D, yo, I gotta be (Go!) in reality

Suck a D if you doubted me

Back of the ‘Bach, back of the ‘Bach

Back of the ‘Bach, back of the ‘Bach (Woo!)

Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody (Go!)

Ooh, you gotta see, honestly, on my odyssey (Go!)

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

(Come on!)

 

[Pre-Chorus]

See a bitch get more press 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 never 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 whenever 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




LLC Lyrics

[Chorus]

I just took her name and made that bitch a LLC

Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet

You’d 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, where the factory?

They’ll never toe to toe on a track with me

There’ll never be another one after me

‘Cause the skill level 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

Bunch of trophies in my crib like a athlete

I see them giving fake love but that trash is weak

Man, you know that I ripped, every rapper beat

You know Nicki gon’ eat, Bon Appétit

Used to get real hype off a half a mil’

Used to get real high 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, uh

 

[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 just took her name and made that bitch a LLC

Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet

You’d 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 (Okay), you made me (Haha, uh)

 

[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’, where Carmelo? (O.K. ‘Melo)

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 quota 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 (Rrrr)

 

[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 (Okay), you made me (Haha)

 

[Verse 3]

Ayy yo, look at what they made me do, they made me do

Switched the foreign on ’em, navy blue to 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 the really though, gas I pumped them

Straight trash on the really, yo, yes, I dumped him

Push the limits, I’m a pushy bitch, yes, I bumped him

Pushed 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 (Woah)

 

[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 just took her name and made that bitch a LLC

Stuff a couple stacks up in there, bitch, get on your feet

You’d 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 (guy to me)

 

[Outro]

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 (Okay), you made me (Haha)




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




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

And you know my necklace, sitting on 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, fifty some’ 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

What? Why of course, Barbie tippin’, I endorse, Barbie strippin’

Mink carpet, but I ain’t got no flaws

Doors look like wings, Barbie sittin’, bada-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 Don 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’ come through with the body, always lookin’ like a hottie

Always saying what somebody won’t do?

Who the fuck gon’ pull up in your city, looking every bit of pretty

With the itty bitty titty bitch crew?

Who the fuck gon’ beat him with the .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

And you know my necklace, sitting on 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, fifty some’ 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 delivered 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 a 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-4s, 5s, 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-every time 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

And you know my necklace, sitting on 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, fifty some’ 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

Gee, I see you, Jean, Tezz, El, Shawn Gee

Monte, Avery, Roppo, Joe, Katina, Mike, Dave, Garry, Josh

Uh, 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! Rrrrr!

I love my fans, I love you so much




Run and Hide Lyrics

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 (True, true, true)

When you pull up, gotta pull up on me like you already knew it (Mmm, already knew it)

Yeah, you keep saying you the truth, well, nigga, you gon’ have to prove it (Yeah, yeah)

 

[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 nobody

 

[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’ (Mmm, textin’)

Tell the truth when you get tired of me askin’ all them questions (Askin’ all them questions)

I prayed to God for peace and love, I’m lookin’ at you as a blessing (Bless up, bless up, bless up, yeah)

You told me life been lookin’ up, so take that past shit as a lesson (Oh, yeah)

 

[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 nobody

 

[Chorus]

But who am I to deny?

Yeah, you say who am I to run and hide?




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

Ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah, ah

 

[Verse 1: The Weeknd]

Misconstrued your love (Misconstrued your love)

You confused my love

You givin’ up (Up) on love (On love)

Not to lose my 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 (Thought I knew you, girl)

Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t

I-I-I-I thought I knew you (Thought I knew you)

Fuck, baby, I guess I didn’t

I-I-I thought you was down for real (Down for real)

Thought you would stick around for real (For real)

Ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah, ah

 

[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 (Excites you)

All that drama that you’re tied to (Ooh yeah)

You play the victim every time, too (Oh, whoa)

That shit came back and hit you times two

 

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]

I-I-I-I thought I knew you (Thought I knew ya, baby)

Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t (Guess I didn’t, girl)

I-I-I-I thought I knew you (Oh, yeah)

Fuck, baby, I guess I didn’t

I-I-I thought you was down for real (Down for real)

Thought you would stick around for real (’Round for real)

Ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah, ah

 

[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

Now I just want them dead presidents

‘Dents-dents, them presidents

Presidents-dents, them presidents

Presidents-dents, them presidents

Presidents-dents, them presidents

Presid-dead, d-dead, d-dead, d-dead

Them dead, d-dead, d-dead, d-dead, d-dead

Them dead, d-d, d-dead, d-dead, d-dead

Them dead, d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d, presidents, president




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

He 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]

But 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

Mess around, mess 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]

But 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 (Oh, yeah)

Wit’ your name on it (On it)

 

[Interlude: Nicki Minaj and Ariana Grande]

O-on, on it (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 his city live

These niggas scared, they doing 50 in a 55

I’m tryna clap him like somebody told him, “Gimme five”

I’ma be a half an hour, but I told him, “Gimme five”

I’m tryna dance on him, blow my advance on ’em

I like him better when he got some sweatpants on him

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 (Turn it down, baby)

Got a bed wit’ your name on it (Your name)

Wit’ your name on it




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 embarrassed

‘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’ a ki’

‘Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree

You got bars and still broke? You might as well took a 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 gon’ 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 whip, the top is off

You nuh see him downgrade when mi drop ’em off

Uh, I ain’t never play the ho 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




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 said, “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 (Ri-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 a 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 (Ri-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? Haha

(Next stop: New York)

Hahaha, rrrrr!




Barbie Dreams Lyrics

[Intro]

Uh, mmm, kyuh

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 mill, he 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 tests and shit

How you want the pu-thy? Can’t say your S’s and shit, uh

 

[Chorus]

Dreams of fuckin’ one of these little rappers

I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’ (Barbie dreams)

Dreams of fuckin’ one of these little rappers

I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’ (B-B-B-Barbie dreams)

Dreams of fuckin’ one of these little rappers

I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’ (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams)

Dreams of fuckin’ one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams)

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 have 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 a trailer park

 

[Chorus]

Dreams of fuckin’ one of these little rappers

I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’ (Barbie dreams)

Dreams of fuckin’ one of these little rappers

I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’ (B-B-B-Barbie dreams)

Dreams of fuckin’ one of these little rappers

I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’ (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams)

Dreams of fuckin’ one of these little rappers (Barbie dreams)

I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’ (B-B-B-Barbie dreams)

(Barbie Dreams)

I’m just playin’, but I’m sayin’ (B-B-B-Barbie, B-B-B-Barbie dreams)

 

[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 a circle

I turn Stefan into Urkel

I go arounds and arounds 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 Pacqui, Pacqui

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 dome with the chrome, no tellin’ 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




Majesty Lyrics

[Chorus: Labrinth]

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (Oh, oh)

Whatever you want, you can have from me (Oh, oh)

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-la

Boom shang-a-lang-a-la

 

[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 (Kyuh)

The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

 

[Refrain: Labrinth]

‘Cause I’m a sucker for ya

Boom shang-a-lang-a-la

Boom shang-a-lang-a-la

 

[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 missus like sippi now, uh

 

[Chorus: Labrinth]

Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (Oh, oh)

Whatever you want, you can have from me (Oh, oh)

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-la

Boom shang-a-lang-a-la

 

[Post-Chorus: Eminem]

She invites me to the condo

Uh-oh, wifey’s in Chicago (Oh, oh)

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 (Oh)

 

[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 swole 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

And 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 (Oh, oh)

Whatever you want, you can have from me (Oh, oh)

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-la

Boom shang-a-lang-a-la

 

[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]

Out ah road, they lovin’ my style

The man dem want digits fi dial

Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know

And when I come out, y’all suicidal

Yeah, on the real, I’m these bitches’ idol

Gotta be dumb to make me your rival

‘Cause I’m too powerful (‘Cause I’m too powerful)

And you not powerful (Yeah, you not powerful)

So say your prayers ’cause you ’bout to die slow (Die slow)

Die slow (Die slow), die slow (Die slow)

Jealousy is a disease, die slow (Die slow)

Die slow (Die slow), die slow

Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow

’em, bring the lube in




Ganja Burn 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 her, 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 givin’, 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, yeah

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah

Every time I get high, I just think about you

Every time I get high, I just think about you

Every time I get high, I just think about you

Every time I get high, I just think about you

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah

 

[Verse 2]

Yo, you can’t wear a 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, yeah, 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 perfectin’ my craft

Still every team’s number one pick in the draft

You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day

I’m Kobe, KD, Kyrie, pick a K

 

[Chorus]

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah

Every time I get high, I just think about you

Every time I get high, I just think about you

Every time I get high, I just think about you

Every time I get high, I just think about you

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, yeah

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 of the 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

Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Ooh)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Ooh, burn, baby (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)

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