Bad To You lyrics - Ariana Grande, Normani, Nicki Minaj
(from "Charlie's Angels" soundtrack)
[Nicki Minaj (Normani):]
Hello, Charlie
Ariana, Normani, uh, let's go
[Normani:]
Baby, I've been feeding the addiction
Flying from there and back
Felt like an acrobat
Brown eyed so I fell into submission
Needed to catch myself
Like "What the hell?"
Now we pull your chain
Just to wake you up, wake you up
Push you 'til you break
Now you're stepping up, stepping up, huh huh
[Normani {Dua Lipa} (Ariana Grande):]
Why are you only good to me
When I'm bad to you?
{Why are you only?}
Why are you only good to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I'm bad to you?
{Why are you only?}
Loving you and hating you is in, depending on the day
Tell me why are you only good to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I'm bad to you?
{Why are you only?}
[Ariana Grande:]
Stopped thinking like a victim
This time, I'll throw it back
Boy, can you handle that?
Got you trippin', gave you no attention
That's when I figured out
What you're about
Now we pull your chain
Just to wake you up (Yeah), wake you up (Yeah)
Push you 'til you break
Now you're steppin' up, steppin' up, ah, ah
[Ariana Grande {Dua Lipa} *Nicki Minaj*:]
Why are you only good to me (Hey)
When I'm bad to you?
{Why are you only?}
Why are you only good to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
When I'm bad to you? (So bad)
{Why are you only?}
Loving you and hating you is in, depending on the day
Tell me why are you only good to me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
*When I'm bad to you?*
{Why are you only?}
[Nicki Minaj:]
Mm, ayo
Why you only nice when I get bad, boy, psha
Get back on your job like you employed, boy, psha
You know that I'm saucy, got that sauce, soy, psha
I ain't 'bout to stay up on this merry-go-round and round
'Cause we go 'round and 'round
But I don't want no clowns around me (Brrr)
I tell 'em, "Who is you cuffin'?"
I got 'em huffin' and puffin'
He keep on callin' me "baby"
Like I'm a bun in the oven
I said
[Ariana Grande (Dua Lipa) {Normani} *Nicki Minaj*:]
Why are you only good to me {Oh yeah}
*When I'm bad to you?* (When I'm bad to you)
(Why are you only?)
Why are you only good to me {Oh} (, oh, eh)
*When I'm bad to you?* (When I'm bad to you)
(Why are you only?)
Loving you and hating you is in, depending on the day
Tell me why are you only good to me {So good, uh}
When I'm bad to you?
(Why are you only?)
Bahm Bahm lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Dad, you'll be on the radio
Ayo
There I go again kickin' some dumb flow
Think they Harajuku, they just some young ho (Bahm, bahm)
Fonto with the raw, how the gumbo roll
My nigga with the pot, it ain't gumbo though (Bahm, bahm)
Switchy on my hippy, sound like drumroll, ho
I paid a couple bands, let the drumrolls go
Switchin' up the plans if that dumb ho go
We out in SoHo, you just so-so, ho (Bahm, bahm)
Man, y'all know that bitch is wack, y'all gon' tell her or not?
Y'all report everything, y'all be tellin' a lot (Bahm, bahm)
'Boutta tell my niggas, "Chill," 'fore they snap like chat
Pussy and the crown, everything intact (Mm)
They say my price ridiculous, I don't like them bitches
Pussy tight and vicious, hit them likes to lick this (Oop) (Bahm, bahm)
Screamin', "Fuck the opposition" (Kyuh), totin' Glocks and switches
Used to pots and dishes (Brr) (Bahm, bahm)
Got the Bentley 'cause that's just tradition
Made him drop his bitches just from pussy pictures (Kyuh) (Bahm, bahm)
Made him eat me, we don't swap positions
We don't talk on phones, don't put the cops in business (Bahm, bahm)
I'm tryna keep my cool so don't be blowin' my high
Bitches ain't blowin' up, they only blowin' the guys (Bahm, bahm)
Heavy on the side, everything is a vibe
I've been here for a minute, just enjoyin' the ride (Bahm, bahm)
Gabbana denim boots all the way to the thighs
'Fit cost a grip, hope you enjoyin' the flight
A bitch been sittin' back, just lettin' you bitches lie
Throwin' your likkle shots, I've been lettin' them slide (Bahm, bahm)
Me against you, you know who they gon' decide
Tryin' to be down? Application denied (Bahm, bahm)
He could tell this pussy good by the look in my eye
Don't ever run up on me 'less you lookin' to die (Mm)
They say my price ridiculous, I don't like them bitches
Pussy tight and vicious, hit them likes to lick this (Oop) (Bahm, bahm)
Screamin', "Fuck the opposition" (Kyuh), totin' Glocks and switches
Used to pots and dishes (Brr) (Bahm, bahm)
Got the Bentley 'cause that's just tradition
Made him drop his bitches just from pussy pictures (Kyuh) (Bahm, bahm)
Made him eat me, we don't swap positions
We don't talk on phones, don't put the cops in business (Bahm, bahm)
Barbie Drip lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Run that back, Turbo
I just got 10 million bucks for shit that I ain't even do yet
You spent your money but I ain't say I was your boo yet
You got your feelings hurt, I ain't really mean to do that
I'm just a bad bitch, I'm sorry I put you through that
I'm from New York where we'll never say, "Good morning"
Rippin' the block and he ain't come home 'til the morning
I always prayed to have a building with a doorman
Now I'm so busy I gotta turn down these endorsements
Now I'm flauntin' everything that I wanted
Remember a time when I couldn't even afford it
Now I'm in stores, I get everything that fits me
Chanel mink slides and shades so they don't know it's me
Drip too hard, got his dick too hard
He gon' fuck around and drown off this wave
Pretty little toes, stunting on these hoes
Buy another bag soon as I get paid
Bad little vibe, keep her by my side
'Case a dirty bitch gotta catch this fade
Do it all the time, still I'm in my prime
Couple new blessings every time we pray
Uh, I'm still the same bitch from the city of the potholes
She say, "Oh, I got those," I said, "No, it's not those"
I don't fuck with birds, but you bitches on my cock though
If I want some chicken and waffles I go to Roscoe's
Cooler than the winter but I heat up like the summer
Fuckin' with my baby, I'm a gunna
When I say baby, I ain't talkin' 'bout Stunna
I'm talking 'bout lil' like Weezy on the come-up (Uh)
Drip too hard, got his dick too hard
He gon' fuck around and drown off this wave
Pretty little toes, stunting on these hoes
Buy another bag soon as I get paid
Bad little vibe, keep her by my side
'Case a dirty bitch gotta catch this fade
Do it all the time, still I'm in my prime
Couple new blessings every time we pray
Drip too hard, got his dick too hard
He gon' fuck around and drown
Pretty little toes, stunting on these hoes
Buy another bag
Bad little vibe, keep her by my side
'Case a dirty bitch gotta catch this fade
Do it all the time, still I'm in my prime
Couple new blessings every time we pray (Yeah)
(And we pray)
Couple new blessings every time we pray
Every time we pray
Couple new blessings every time we pray
Barbie Goin Bad lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Patty, I see you too
This what y'all be wanting?
This what they waiting for?
Okay, haha, rrrr
Queeeen!
Neck tat say "Onika"
I got more slaps than Aretha
When you lose the Queen, niggas friendly, dog
It was just back to back like Wembley, dog
Now you all the way back up in the Bentley, dog
I turn lemons into lemonade simply, dog
Old boy and my brother tried to end me, dog
I heard they looking for the old me
A couple of you niggas still owe me
You asked for the GOAT so they sent me, sleaze
Tryna lay low, don't tempt me, sleaze
Thirty in the clip will be emptied, sleaze
You bitches still my sons, learn your As and Bs
Leave the hate train in the station please
I was in the court, no Jays and Beys
Made her change her mind in the judge chamber, sleaze
The MAC's on the line, I ain't talking 'bout the PC
I'm the biggest fish in the pan, I'll do you greasy
All he gotta do is call, I'm in my T-shirt and my drawers
Face down, ass up, I'm already on all fours
Suck his dick through his shorts
Then I ride him like a whore
I mean a horse, I'm a boss
Yeah, I got the juice and I'm takin' him on a tour
Imitating Nicki while your ghostwriter dissin' me
Leave for two weeks, I got all of my babies missin' me
Never gon' fall, never not gon' ball
And I keep my nigga bustin' like a draco
He always come back, Big Draco
Still going bad on you stank hoes
Uh
O-kaaaaaay
They wanted the old Nicki
They wanted the old Onika, so
I had to, uh, get back in my bag
I might drop a freestyle every, um, week 'til the thing-thing come
The label hit me said they want the fifth thing-thing, I got in the studio, I did the fifth thing thing
And then they say "You know, it's time to drop your single" I said "Noooo"
You know radio already tried to blackball a bitch
It's all good 'cause when you a legend, when you legendary
You shine no matter what
They get compared to me no matter what
They asked for the GOAT so I came through, bitch
But look, on some real shit, I'm 'bout to go on tour with, um, Juice WRLD
In Europe, shout-out to my fans in Europe
Um, I'm fucking three to four times a day, I'm feeling real good
I'm rehearsing for the tour
You know I'm sayin', pussy feelin' real good right now
Pussy like bald, like really bald right now
Like, because, I just be keepin' that shit so bald and so
That shit be so wet so, oh my, you know what?
Ayo, shout-out to my bad bitches, though
All my bad bitches know
All my bad bitches know what's good
I got you though
South side Jamaica Queens
South side Jamaica Queens, nigga
Heavy on it, sleaze
Hahahahaha!
But you know what?
Whenever I do something they say I'm the angry black woman
I'm just playing around and having some fun
Zamn Zaddy, ah!
Barbie World lyrics - Nicki Minaj & Ice Spice (feat. Aqua)
(from "Barbie" soundtrack)
I'm always yours, ooh woah (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie)
I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (Party)
Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (Bend)
I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken
Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (Grrah)
All of the Barbies is pretty (Damn)
All of the Barbies is bad
It girls (It girls) and we ain't playin' tag (Grrah)
Rad, but he spank me when I get bad
I'm in LA, Rodeo Drive
I'm in New York, Madison Ave
I'm a Barbie girl (Girl), Pink Barbie Dreamhouse
The way Ken be killin' shit got me yellin' out like the Scream house (Woo)
Yellin' out, we ain't sellin' out
We got money, but we ain't lendin' out
We got bars, but we ain't bailin' out
In that pink Ferrari, we peelin' out
I told Tae bring the Bob Dylan out
That pussy so cold, we just chillin' out
They be yellin', yellin', ye-yellin' out
It's Barbie, bitch, if you still in doubt (Oh)
And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie)
I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (Party)
Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (Bend)
I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken
Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (Grrah)
All of the Barbies is pretty (Damn)
All of the Barbies is bad
It girls (It girls) and we ain't playin' tag (Grrah)
Barbie ain't nothin' to play 'bout
He wanna play in the Playhouse (Playhouse)
The fuck they gon' say now? (Grrah)
I'm washin' these bitches, I'm rubbin' the stain out
Like I'm ready to bend (Grrah)
All the fake Barbies just wanna pretend (Hey)
Like hold on, let me go find me a pen (Grrah)
Look where it led, now I'ma put it to bed
She a Barbie bitch with her Barbie clique (Grrah)
I keep draggin' her, so she bald a bit (Damn)
And I see the bread, I want all of it (Damn)
And I want the green, so I olive it (Grrah)
And I throw it back, so he losin' it (Like)
And I give the box with no shoes in it (Damn)
Yeah, I know the trick, so I got him bricked (Damn)
Yeah, they know who lit, me and Barbie, bitch
And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie)
I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (Party)
Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (Bend)
I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken
Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (Grrah)
All of the Barbies is pretty (Damn)
All of the Barbies is bad
It girls (It girls) and we ain't playin' tag (Grrah)
I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic
You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Big Difference lyrics - Nicki Minaj
(Snippet)
Like my hunnids blue (Blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
I'm on a whole 'nother level, these bitches is out of they league
These bitches ain't battin' like me
You bitches ain't badder than me
You bitches don't count and these bitches can't count
I am not the one, two, or the three
You bitches look up to me
You said you look up to her, but really you look up to me
I can't be playin' with niggas, I married a G
I got some niggas that do what I say
If I tell 'em to shoot, they pull up from the three
When bitches be rappin', I'm laughin'
It sound like you tryin' to me
I'm who you dyin' to be
Will somebody cop all these groupies a ticket? 'Cause I'm who they dyin' to meet
I'm in the city, I drop a location and all of the killers come out
These niggas be frontin' for y'all, but they play the back when them killers is out
When them killers is out, cut 'em off like the scissors is out
When Barbie touchdown, the baddest of bitches is out
I like my hunnids blue (Blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothing like you, you, you, or you
Uh
Blick Blick lyrics - Coi Leray & Nicki Minaj
I said Uh
Push it, push it
Click, click (yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick
Yeah uh
Push it, push it
Click, click (Yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick
(Yeah) Want a bad bitch like me, keep on wishing baby
Bust it open, first you gotta kiss it baby (yeah)
Want another nigga, I go fishing baby (yeah)
I never let these broke ass niggas fix me baby (yeah)
I hop on top and ride that dick he actin' lazy (yeah)
This pussy soak and wet, its drippin' like the navy (yeah)
I call him big daddy, he call me lil' baby (uh)
They know I'm the shit I need some tissue baby
Eh hol' on, hol' on, hol' on
All these diamonds different
Color, color, color
I done ran up all these commas, commas, commas
Eat the cookie like a nutter butter, butter
Lick this pussy like just fa la, la, la
Island ting she a Bahama, mama, mama
Do whatever for a dolla', dolla', dolla'
Gucci snake up on my colla', colla', colla'
Fuck that nigga, never gave that boy my number
Uh
Push it, push it
Click, click (Yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick
Yeah
Uh
Push it, push it
Click, click (Yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick
I said
Uh
Push it, push it
Click, click (Yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick
(Yeah) uh
Push it, push it
Click, click (Yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick
Ay, yo
Hoes ain't fuckin' with Barbie (Brr)
Tae did my pink Bob Marley (Brr)
I got a whole army, ask Charlie
Pull up with a killa, he The Joker, I'm Harley (Brr)
Wrist on chunky Barbie (Barbie)
Me Onika Tanya (Tanya)
All these PR stunts but bitch you ain't Puerto Ricaña
Fresh do, guess who
Drip need a wetsuit
One, and the two
Give a fuck about the next few
Step one, cross me, there won't be a step two
Come through with some bitches that's bad
They gon' step too
Every nigga tryna Pop, ain't the next Woo
Don't run up in my DM, R.I.P. to X too
Check who
Niggas'll really spin your block if the Queen send a text through
Texting with Jeff Bezos (Bezos)
'Bout to cop new Dracos (Dracos)
Opps is on the block we 'bout to spin it like tornadoes (Nadoes)
I'm 'bout to put some Louie seats inside my Lambo
You know you bad when you can pose from any angle
He said he upgraded, LOL did you really?
Well I just turned Mr. Patek into Richard Millie
Ay yo, hold up, hold up, hold up
All these diamonds different color, color, color
I'm the leader, bitches follow, follow, follow
I created this shit, Tyler, Tyler, Tyler
Grab his mic and sing it, fa-la-la-la
Uh
Push it, push it
Click, Click (yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick (yeah)
Uh
Push it, push it
Click, click (yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick
I said Uh
Push it, push it
Click, click (yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick (yeah)
Uh
Push it, push it
Click, click (yeah)
Pop up on an opp and watch it blick, blick
Boyz lyrics - Jesy Nelson (feat. Nicki Minaj)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo, it's the UK baddie and the Barbie
[Jesy Nelson:]
Love a little bitter in the sweet
Bad boy, my recipe
Bein' nice a little borin' when you in between the sheets
When I ride that hee-haw, you know I know how to please ya
Ooh, I like them tattoos and them gold teeth
Type to make me feel like I'm a baddie
I like the fire you're bringin' out of me
Baby, somethin' 'bout him got me weak in the knees
The hold that you got should be criminal
My mama won't see what I see in ya
But I don't want it if it ain't bad enough
I don't know what it is, I
I like a bad, bad boy (Boy)
You know I like a bad, bad boy (Boy)
I like a bad boy, you can't stop me
I love bad boys for life
I like a bad, bad boy (Bad boy)
You know I like a bad, bad boy (Bad boy)
I like a bad boy, you can't stop me
I love bad boys for life
Got a little attitude, but I think he's kinda cute
So hood, so good, so damn taboo
Know you know how to please me
Like it raw, baby, sashimi
Ooh, I like them tattoos and them gold teeth
Type to make me feel like I'm a baddie
I like the fire you're bringin' out of me
Baby, somethin' 'bout him got me weak in the knees
The hold that you got should be criminal
My mama won't see what I see in ya
But I don't want it if it ain't bad enough
I don't know what it is, I
I like a bad, bad boy (Boy)
You know I like a bad, bad boy (Boy)
I like a bad boy, you can't stop me
I love bad boys for life
I like a bad, bad boy (Bad boy)
You know I like a bad, bad boy (Boy)
I like a bad boy, you can't stop me
I love bad boys for life
[Nicki Minaj:]
(As we proceed, to give you what you need)
Bad bitches want a bad boy (Come on)
Word to Biggie, Diddy, and Mase (Woo)
Whoa, like Rob, won't find a prettier face (Let's go)
He gon' keep my VVSs dancing like Total
So I could just shine while he shoot up the place (Prrr)
Raspberries, cherries, and berries, I'm edible
Do these bitches like a library, done read 'em all
My body smokin', come get a pull
Lucky charms on my anklets, no, not cereal
Jesy, we got all these jelly bitches actin' real messy
Still a bad bitch whether I'm sporty or I'm dressy
I don't know why I got these dudes actin' zesty
But I only want a bad boy as my bestie
[Jesy Nelson:]
I like a bad, bad boy
You know I like a bad, bad boy (Gotta, gotta have a bad boy)
I like a bad boy, you can't stop me
I love bad boys for life (Ooh, want a bad, bad boy)
I like a bad, bad boy
You know I like a bad, bad boy
I like a bad boy, you can't stop me
I love bad boys for life
[Nicki Minaj:]
It's Nicki and Jesy
He love me, and plus he
Ready to knock a motherfucker out just to impress me (Woo)
Bussin lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Yeah, my connect just now sent my wrist back
Tell these bitches give my drip back
Strawberry Ferrari, whip that
Like to look back when he h-h-h-h-hit that
Ass and thighs, that's where I'm thick at
Told his ex she ain't gettin' that dick back
I call bae, "Yo, where that stick at?"
(Tell that boy come get his bitch back)
If they act up, we gon' fix that
My new nigga ain't with that chit chat
(You know you ain't gettin' your bitch back)
Man, I do it, bitch, I did that
Wish a bitch would, I ain't takin' my wish back
This cost half a ticket, plus tax
Big ole Draco for a mishap
It say "Barbie" on my wrist tat
I ain't at the bus stop, but my niggas bus back
VVS is b-b-bussin'
Ass so fat, it's b-b-bussin'
Bags so full, it's b-b-bussin'
Drivin' foreigns, bitches bussin' (Queen)
We run shit, no question
Bad little bitch get wet (I'm bussin')
Don't like good boys (I like hustlas)
I don't talk a lot (I got a few questions)
I'm that guy, don't miss your blessin'
Life's too short to be around here stressin'
Ass so fat when she walk, dress lift up
Nobody move but us, it's a stick up
S790 sound like it got hiccups
No matter what, when I call (I'll pick up)
Tell me all the business, I ain't spillin' my teacup
Go to sleep in Paris, wakin' up in Mykonos
I'ma lil' busy, go shop until I finish
(Send me with an AMEX, I don't need a limit)
Every bit of seven hundred, this is not a rental
Yellow Lamborghini coupe, this is not a lemon
VVS is b-b-bussin'
Ass so fat, it's b-b-bussin'
Bags so full, it's b-b-bussin'
Drivin' foreigns, bitches bussin' (Queen)
I'm tryna ball, I just copped me some hoops
Blonde on my inches, brown on the roots
Candy apple sticky, red bag, not the fruit
Copped me them cute double C's on my boots
I'ma lil busy, go shop until I finish
(Send me with an AMEX, I don't need a limit)
Every bit of seven hundred, this is not a rental
Yellow Lamborghini coupe, this is not a lemon
I fuck him like a boss
Dolce Gabbana scarf
Burberry, ask Siri, I don't ever take a loss
Big whips, sound like his drip
Big stick, a hundred clips
If it's givin' what it's 'posed to
I might put it on his lips
VVS is b-b-bussin'
Ass so fat, it's b-b-bussin'
Bags so full, it's b-b-bussin'
Drivin' foreigns, bitches bussin'
VVS is b-b-bussin'
Ass so fat, it's b-b-bussin'
Bags so full, it's b-b-bussin'
Drivin' foreigns, bitches bussin' (Queen)
Bust Down Barbiana lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Bust down, Barbiana, bust down, Barbiana
Bust down and pick that shit up
Bust down and pick that shit up
Bust it open and pick that shit up
Bust it open and pick that shit up
Uh, ayo, I been a bad bitch, cockiana (Cockiana)
And I'm still winnin', Pacquiana (Pacquiana)
Percocets, popiana, killin' everybody beat
Thank you next, Ariana (Ariana)
You gon' have to give me topiana (Topiana)
If you tryna get some sloppiana (Sloppiana)
I call my opps Oppiana (Oppiana)
Then shut down Yves Saint, Lauriana (Lauriana)
I don't want you on my page, blockiana (Blockiana)
Flow tailor made, like Teyana (Like Teyana)
They copyin' my style, copiana
Roger that, over copiana
Benihana to Katana, bitch, I been a Donna
He screamin' "My government," O-Onika Tanya
You look like Nicki now, still you tacky-ana
To keep it 100, bitch you wacky-ana
In the hood like Kiana, or a Tatiana
Immigrant from Trinidad, rep Americana
I'm 'bout to shut it down at Met Galiana
You peanut head bitches is always jellyana
I'm 'bout to get a ring in my bellyana
Tattoo my man name, then give him some Beckiana (Beckiana)
85, comma, plus three zeros (Three zeros)
Plus another comma plus three zeros (Three zeros)
Then add a dot (Dot)
Bop a dot dot, bop a dot dot doh
Been at the top
Before this song came out, bitch you been a thot (Been a thot)
Bust down, Barbiana, bust down, Barbiana (Barbiana)
Then back that shit up (That shit up)
On the gang, then back that shit up (That shit up)
On the mags, then back that shit up (That shit up)
Bust down, Barbiana, bust down (Bust down)
Then pick that shit up (That shit up)
On the gang, Barbiana (Barbiana)
Bust down, bust down, Barbiana (Barbiana)
Uh
Bust down and pick that shit up
Bust down and pick that shit up
Bust it open and pick that shit up
Bust it open and pick that shit up
Cap Backwards lyrics - Swae Lee & Nicki Minaj
[Swae Lee:]
Wanna take a song but you know how time out
Yeah
Coffee and herb
Coffee and herb
Coffee and herb
Tap that herb
And you can turn your cap backwards
Bust a U-ie on the turf
Last seen flying through the burbs
Getting paid like the first
She wanna see the hundreds scatter
What's cool is cool to you
If you can turn your cap backwards
Hey, taking it slow, never taking a time out (Ooh yeah)
No destination, been moving all around (I smash out)
Hey, God, God damn, God damn, hot damn (Hey)
How you gon' say need me, said you didn't need a man?
And lady what you got going on? (You got)
Come on, is that the roof falling like a song?
Tap that herb (Work)
And you can turn your cap backwards (Backwards)
Bust a U-ie on the turf (U-ie)
Last seen flying through the burbs (Hey)
Getting paid like the first (Hey)
She wanna see the hundreds scatter
What's cool is cool to you
If you can turn your cap backwards (Backwards)
Hey, we can link up but you can't be at the hideout
I love a bad bitch with me when I slide out
And baby we ain't sipping Tanqueray
You told me you wish that I could stay
[Nicki Minaj:]
And it might be the alcohol talking but I like the way it sound
Couldn't read his lips but I know what he 'bout
I'ma sit down when that dick is sticking out
I just stopped fucking with him 'cause he knew my clout
[Swae Lee:]
Tap that herb (Work)
And you can turn your cap backwards (Backwards)
Bust a U-ie on the turf (U-ie)
Last seen flying through the burbs (Hey)
Getting paid like the first (Hey)
She wanna see the hundreds scatter
What's cool is cool to you
If you can turn your cap backwards (Backwards)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo, I been bad, Affleck
When I'm on the track, it get abstract
Got you bitches looking like a flash back
When I bust shots, duck, thots, that's that (quack, quack)
Itty bitty bitty back, hit the act, hit the act
If he play the cards right, pity pack, kitty cat
If he ain't about the bag, G-E-T rid of that
Why your new bitches wanna be your ex? Riddle me that, uh
It's Chun Li and Swae Lee for the win-win
Tell that girl this the queen she offendin'
Pretty soon them knees gon' be bendin'
Got a pendant, sweet little indent
Show me where the money at, yo, where the money at?
Hurry up and hit me back, but I can fuck you back
Now everybody can guess who was playing Freddy's
Still caking your Little Debby, already confetti ready, yeah
Just dropped some A's now they stoned
When the plug hit his phone
With the cap backwards
Bust a U-ie in them burbs
It's a his and her's
And it's all that matters
Update a nigga status
Now you fucking with the baddest
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Now you fucking with the baddest
Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Now you fucking with the baddest
[Swae Lee:]
Tap that herb (Work)
And you can turn your cap backwards (Backwards)
Bust a U-ie on the turf (U-ie)
Last seen flying through the burbs (Hey)
Getting paid like the first (Hey)
She wanna see the hundreds scatter
What's cool is cool to you
If you can turn your cap backwards (Backwards)
Dirty Money (Freestyle) lyrics - Nicki Minaj
I don't want to sound mad, though
I don't want to sound mad
I feel marvelous right now
Dirty Money
Tell that bitch with the crown to run it like Chris Brown (kyuh)
She run three rounds, I'mma need a hundred thou' (uh)
Like Chinatown, bitches better bow down (yes)
Oh, you ain't know? Bet y'all bitches know now (woo)
Fuck I gotta done to let 'em know that I'm the one? (huh?)
The way I ride the drum, they salute me in the slum (what?)
In the six hun', the color of bubblegum
I'm with my nigga Spits and my nigga Bun'Crum (what up?)
Yes, I'm the one, I'm the motherfuckin' one (kyuh)
Hold more weight than the late Big Pun (oh)
Bitches talk slick but they ain't saying none (no)
Mad 'cause I'm bad, two sticks in my bun (kyuh)
Yes sir, look what I've done (uh)
They r-run-run when I come (huh?)
Bum-stickity-bum, let me tell em' where I'm from (woo)
Queens, little mama, Gabbana, some nice pumps (yeah)
Yo, what up? It's Nicki Minaj
Dirty Money, holla at ya girl
Um, shout out to everybody that hit me up for the last come up
Thanks for the love I really do appreciate it, you know what I'm sayin'?
Um, but like, since the last come up niggas was like, coming up to me they was like, "Yo, Nicki you spit crazy"
Get it poppin' like M80 with twin trey 80s
The hood's first lady, you know?
Baby girl of the group, I'm also known as baby girl in the coupe
Never get me confused with baby girl in the hoop
'Cause Nicki stay fly like that Cash Money do
I'm stuntin' on these hoes like Marilyn Monroe
I gotta esk-curl flow spit slick ya know?
Now I don't just spit raps and chit chat
Nicki could get it in, Nicki could spit gats
Your girl got hustle, Nicki could pitch crack
But Nicki rather chill and stack a mil'
While these hoes stay in hoods like rats for real
My voice stay on the track like a Mac for real
Riding the baseline like Quille O' Neal
Gassed ya baby father for the keys to the Esclalade
Not a baby momma put I'm Drama like K Slay
What could I say? It's how ya girl do
Ya girl stay fresh down to her cuticles
My people smoke dutches we don't fluck with bamboo
I'm a winner mami, your careers' a gamble
Old ass broad off track like bow weez
Nicki stay on the toes on point like ballerines
Lemme remind you I'm getting a tan too
Ya caramel dream, ya girl from queens
They say I'm too pretty to be spitting sixteen
I should be on the screen, posing for Maybelline
Or be a baby phat girl getting on my jean
Hood star broad, black Barbie doll
Pardon me if the cockiness bothering y'all
I'm just being Nicki Minaj, ya know?
Girl from around way without the L Cool J
While you spit Kool-Aid, I spit acid out
Doing this since you was Reebok Classic out
And this hoe wanna get at Nick? Why?
'Cause I bagged her baby daddy, she ain't seen him since
Nick so caught up, little tank top, Ed Hardy zone
Some Dolce Gaban pretty panties on
Like wait 'til the summer, catch me up in the hummer
On my way to 55 front, row with the Rucker
Every baller wanna, never give out my number
Only the email, cherrythong.com, holla
Name a girl as real as her, nope not them
Who's ya best MCs? Nick Fox and KIm
Nick up in the Porsche, box or the Benz nigga
Dirty Money, you heard? I do it, I do it for fun like
I mean I just do it 'cause I can like
I only rap because I'm good at it like, really
You know what I'm sayin'? It really was a hobby for a minute
But then you know what I'm sayin'? I was like, "Damn look at the state of hip-hop, like what's goin' on?"
Nah but thanks for the love, to everybody you know what I'm sayin'?
Shout out to New York, shout out to everybody who seeing this right now like I'm just on my grind, don't get it twisted
Like it's not a, not even about being cocky, it's just about being real
Like I'm, like I'm good at what I do, so you know what I'm sayin'?
That's why I act the way I act like don't get it twisted like if you see me, holla at me
I'm never too ill to stay, "What up?"
Like it's not that serious trust me I know that
But anyway, holla at ya girl, hit me up on MySpace or something
Nicki Minaj, N-I-cock-I M-I-N-A-J
Ya heard me?
Do We Have A Problem? lyrics - Nicki Minaj & Lil Baby
I just told P this really nigga's worst nightmare, man
They don't wanna see Lil' Baby with the Barbie
Tell 'em my Nina my bitch she a rider
I got a shooter right now got a driver
They want that heat I'm the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch word to Fivo
Niggas know the vibes that's worth a five, yo
Beef we 'bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?
Hold up shorty, hold up bitch, please don't touch me
Look at my fit, look at my ankle, look at my wrist
This one a pack, this one a brick
That one a opp, that one a lick
This one for Pop, this one for Juice
I am the one, bitch you a deuce
Niggas give it up in my city
Really shed blood in my city (Get love in my city)
Niggas will son your whole set like it's around six
Clips, whole team get flyer than round trips, bitch
She still spying on my flicks, he admiring my drip
Check what I do, the check will clear too
Pull up like a drive through, so check your rear view
I don't care how long it take to get a opp back
All my niggas outside, steak bitch we outback
I don't care how long it take to get a opp back
All my niggas outside, steak bitch we outback
Tell 'em my Nina my bitch she a rider
I got a shooter right now got a driver
They want that heat I'm the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch word to Fivo
Niggas know the vibes that's worth a five, yo
Beef we 'bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?
Ay yo, Baby, let's go
2022, I'm coming through in that new shit
How we opps you see me and you don't do shit
I done really trapped in the Carter, I got the blueprint
Gotta read department, we shopping I like the loose fit
What's the point of having this muscle if you don't use it?
I play the game to win, I'm not losing
Opps know my address, I'm not moving
Brodie know to take it to trial, they gotta prove it
She gets what she wants when we screwing
I'm on point I know what I'm doing
Way too smart to act like I'm stupid
I get my advice from Mike Rubin
I'm not by myself, my whole crew lit
Next year Chanel, I put her in that new print
It is what it is I can't make no excuses, I hit the whole group
Do that make me a groupie?
Balenciaga coat this is not Gucci
We went city to city in bullet proofs
You can't run with my gang, they'll bully you
Been had switches I know what them fullys do
I'm a vibe let me know what you wanna do
Ain't no fun by yourself, bring a friend or two
We be Minaj-ing that boost up his ego
She a lil' demon off that Casamigos
Yeah, Baby
Tell 'em my Nina my bitch she a rider
I got a shooter right now got a driver
They want that heat I'm the only provider
Little bad foreign bitch word to Fivo
Niggas know the vibes that's worth a five, yo
Beef we 'bout to resolve, yo
Pull up on a opp, do we have a problem?
There's no auto tune on me is there? (Nope)
Don't mean the rapper when I say bitches ride the wave
Flooding my watch but ain't giving a clown the time of day
Ain't talking Christmas, wouldn't holla in my holla days
I fuck with niggas that be shooting at they opps for days
Trust me
They gon' let me know
They gon' rep me when they catch you lacking
That forty-five special flow
They gon' wet you, yo
Yes, I'm always good for the bag
Niggas gon' hop out on that ass ski mask
Heavy on the ski mask too
And the ski mask ain't for the pan-demi
It go with the semi, paid a pretty damn penny
Familia lyrics - Nicki Minaj & Anuel AA (feat. Bantu)
(from "Spider-Man: Into The Spider-Verse" soundtrack)
[Bantu & Anuel AA:]
Father, father, unforgivable
This is my house, you made it personal
It's always trouble when they go too far
Nobody mess with my familia
Father, father, could you bless his soul?
He talking crazy, I may lose control
It's always trouble when they go too far (Uah)
Nobody mess with my familia (Anuel)
[Anuel AA:]
La lealtad vale más que el dinero (Oh-oh)
Y yo me vo' a morir leal y nunca como un traicionero (Oh-oh)
Yo hasta doy la vida por mi familia
Y que en paz descansen los que se mueren de envidia (Amén)
Y en la familia no se falla, pero si te traicionan (Uah)
No les das la espalda, tú lo ayuda' y perdona' (uah)
La familia primero (Oh-oh)
No lo compra el dinero, oh (Uah)
Real hasta la muerte, baby (Baby)
Real hasta la muerte, baby (Uah)
Yo nunca vo' a traicionarte
Y si tú te cae yo mismo vo' a levantarte, eh
[Bantu & Anuel AA:]
Father, father, unforgivable (Brrr, Anuel)
This is my house, you made it personal
It's always trouble when they go too far
Nobody mess with my familia
Father, father, could you bless his soul?
He talking crazy, I may lose control
It's always trouble when they go too far
Nobody mess with my familia
[Nicki Minaj:]
Mm, nobody pop off, nobody get murked
Nobody scream, it'll prolly get worse
Now I'm the curse, this is my turf
Before I kill 'em, I'ma torture them first
Bad chiquita, así yo soy bonita
But you about to need a prayer from a preacher
Eye of the tiger, faster than a cheetah
Hop out the spider, then it's hasta la vista
Deadline, now you a dead man, fi real
(Dead man, fi real, I tell a dead man fi real)
Deadline, now you a dead man, fi real
(Come pay your debt, man, fi real, I tell you deadline, fi real)
Deadline, now you a dead man fi real
(Dead man fi real, I tell a dead man for real)
Deadline, now you a dead man, fi real
(Nobody mess with my familia)
[Bantu:]
Father, father, unforgivable
This is my house, you made it personal
It's always trouble when they go too far
Nobody mess with my familia
Father, father, could you bless his soul?
He talking crazy, I may lose control
It's always trouble when they go too far
Nobody mess with my familia
[Bantu & Nicki Minaj:]
I'm on the edge, don't pull up on me
You pay the price, and that's a warning, oh-whoa
(Now you a dead man fi real)
Nobody mess with my familia
This is my home, this is my city
If I go down, you coming with me, oh-whoa
(Now you a dead man fi real)
Nobody mess with my familia
Fendi lyrics - PnB Rock, Murda Beatz, Nicki Minaj
[Nicki Minaj & (PnB Rock):]
Murda!
Yo, this is actually, I swear, like, this is really my favorite song
PnB
M-M-M-Murda!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[PnB Rock:]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[PnB Rock:]
Yeah, yeah
New Fendi, I like it, it's drippin' the body and fuckin' it good from the side
You say that she love me, I tell that you cappin', lil' bitch, and you ain't gotta lie
I see it all in your eyes
You tryna go public, I already know
I'm already cuffin', I got me a ho
If she find out right now then she killin' us both
Whoa, whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
You should know
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
I could put you on drip, introduce you to fashion
Mix you with bougie, a little classy and ratchet
Put you in Louis, it's everlasting
My pockets too deep, paper with plastic
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
Never seen drip like this, bet you ain't know I was rich like this
Bet you ain't know it could get like this
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh! Yo!
It's Fendi, it's poppin', and we on and poppin', you bitches is blockin' the view
My hitters is knockin', that 40 is cockin', I see that you jackin' the crew
He already know what to do
He already bought me the shoe
I tell him, "Yo, get me the bag," and I tell him to make sure that shit is a new
Shorty got nothin' to worry 'bout with these dudes
He really ride, he really shoots
He gonna pick me up stuntin' in the coupe
He ain't a lie, he the truth
Oh, he reppin' this MB
Well, we killin' the memory
I don't even look sexy
But he still tryna sex me
Ain't gotta get all done up for my dude
My attitude is the baddest thing that's on me, boo
So you do you
So tell them dirty bitches I'm the queen sleeze
When he put it in me I go "squeeze, squeeze"
[PnB Rock:]
Shawty got swag, she rocking Fendi, it's all on her boots (All on her boots)
She wanna ride, just like my coupe (Just like my coupe)
She wanna get high, straight to the moon (Straight to the moon)
She wanna get fly, just like a broom (Just like a broom)
Pussy sweet like it's Simply
Ride that dick like a 10-speed
All these bitches gon' envy
I let you push the Bentley
Just so you could fly
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh
She want drip like mine
Whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
FOR ALL THE BARBZ lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Drake, Chief Keef)
[Nicki Minaj (Drake):]
(Ayy)
I don't like to know how this bitch next
You better run, hide
(Ayy)
I never pull up in a bitch, you better run, you better
(Ayy)
(Grr)
[Drake:]
Yeah, Jason got money that glow in the dark
Hit up the dawg like I'm OVO Mark
Walk-in closet, got more Chrome in than Stark
Forty K a night to sleep at the Mark
Guess it's time for me to cover the shark
Me and KD 'bout to turn up the art
Fuck you hoes, I swear I'm breakin' your heart
It's broken
I bought the house just to knock that shit down
I bought the Rolls just to take it apart
She bought an ass, now she makin' it arch
Doctor's office was the last time that you niggas even had your name on a chart
Shawty graduated, playin' it smart (Ayy, yeah)
[Chief Keef:]
Used to be a smarty
Used to wanna study, now she poppin' Addies
She at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna
She just did her body, she in love with Sosa
Girl, you such a thottie
Ayy, Sosa, baby
[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo, pushin' your pen or you pushin' your luck?
Tummy on tuck and my titties reduct
Oh, look, you guys, I'm back to a D cup
Oh, look, now bitches is tryna meet up
VMA's was a family reunion
First time in a while I seen all of my sons
Keep it a hundred, keep it in a trust
If I lose ninety-nine, I still keep it a buck
I don't hear you hoes
I make the movies, I give you bitches cameos, uh (Ooh-ah)
Here we go, he tryna make honey nut like Cheerios, uh (Ah, ah)
And it's no debate
Pink Friday 2, Heavy On It, overweight
Bitches ain't eatin', worried about who overweight
I'm who they call to sell tickets, make no mistake
These bitches don't want beef, chef, hold the steak
These bitches don't want smoke, say "no" to vape
I get these bitches scramblin' when I throw the bait
One sub kill five bitches, OceanGate, uh
Like three hunnids blue
[Chief Keef:]
Used to be a smarty
Used to wanna study, now she poppin' Addies
She at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna
She just did her body, she in love with Sosa
Girl, you such a thottie
Ayy, Sosa, baby
Good Luck lyrics - Nicki Minaj
(unreleased)
Uh kyuh
Rrrr
Yo, I'ma give 'em what they asked for
On my James Brown flow with my afro, uh
Tell 'em meet me in the back though
And they better have my
Motherfuckin' cash flow
When I'm chillin' out in
Houston with the Astros
And they know that I get
Flyer than an acrobat
They can't see me from the back row, back
I shut it down with my clique though, clack
I know what I don't know
Always pregnant with some sons
But I don't show, uh
New York, I'm in SoHo
Gotta hit the UK for some promo, uh
On it, I'm not entertained
Me and you are not the same
Bringing it back like Rogaine
Let us do us like romaine I think I'm insane
I think I'm insane
On it, I'm not entertained
I think I'm insane
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
Keep trying, baby, good luck
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
Keep trying, baby, good luck
Yo, I-I-I know not to doze off
All the boys wanna see me
With my clothes off, uh
VIP and it's closed off
Wanna kiss him 'cause his lips look so soft
Uh gotta tell em hoes hold off
None of them could've did what I pulled off
Uh doors up when I pulled off
And I been good with that
Mic like a Bull's court
Why you tryna get up all in it
Do you golf 'cause you tryna
Put your balls in it?
Uh, I'm just asking a question
Is you driving or is you a pedestrian?
Could I come through your crib
With my best friend?
Could I ride that, uh, like equestrians? Uh
On it, I'm not entertained
Me and you are not the same
Bringing it back like Rogaine
Let us do us like romaine I think I'm insane
I think I'm insane
On it, I'm not entertained
I think I'm insane
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
Keep trying, baby, good luck
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
I know you, I know you
I know you wanna touch
Keep trying, baby, good luck
Half Back lyrics - Nicki Minaj
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
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
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
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
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
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
Last Time I Saw You lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Beggin' me to stay, and then you walk away
There's something that you wanted to say
I was in a rush, but you said you were crushed
And I said, "I'd be back, it's okay"
I wish I'da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish I didn't waste precious time the night when I called you
I wish I remembered to say I'd do anything for you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I'd bore you
Listen
So close, but we were so distant
Wish I'da known in that instant
Ignored the hints or I missed it
I killed it
You'd always be in attendance
No flights, but always attendant
Handwritten letter, you penned it
Them nights we wish never ended
Those rules that we wish we bended
Heartbreak that we never mended
Those messages we unsended
Best friends, we somehow unfriended
Ain't care 'bout who we offended
Parties they wish we attended
Got drunk and laughed, it was splendid
I wish I'da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish I didn't waste precious time the night when I called you
I wish I remembered to say I'd do anything for you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I'd bore you
Starlight, starbright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
Starlight, starbright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Dream about you
Dream about you
Dream about you
I still dream about you
I wish I'da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish I didn't waste precious time the night when I called you
I knew the moment I met you that I'd always adore you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I'd
Bore you
Likkle Miss (Remix) lyrics - Nicki Minaj & Skeng
[Skeng:]
What up, what up, represent for the barbz in
Nicki this, Nicki that, Nicki mad dem
[Nicki Minaj:]
Caribbean girls run it, ayo, Skeng
Show seh mi peng, ratty gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
[Skeng:]
And mi seh ayy likkle miss look how yuh nipple dem stiff
Gunman mek yuh miss yuh appointment, bitch
Yuh suck dick yeah mi love bad bitch
Twerk fi di whole gang, ina yuh throat mi a spit
Dancehall need dis, di wull place shake it
Boom-boom, di gyal spit pon di gunman dick
Baby yuh want dis? No mi for spoil bitch dawg
All of a sudden she nuh badda want mi
Mi n'even feel nuh way dawg
A next katty deh a wait inna di yaad
And if she fuck around a same thing dawg
A Fada Bad Gang, a me di gyal want
And a never my fault
Gyal cock up mek mi fuck yuh dehso
Anuh nutt'n if yuh snap a video
See di miggle mek yuh whine di muckle
Yaah roll wid de gang den yuh nah get nutt'n
Gyal cock up mek mi fuck yuh dehso
Anuh nutt'n if yuh snap a video
See di miggle mek yuh whine di muckle
Yaah roll wid de gang den yuh nah get nutt'n
[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo, and mi seh, "Ayy, gunman, bad bitch, mi ah yuh Don?"
Mi body done up and dem gyal dem ah mi fan
Ah trigger man put ring deh pon mi hand
Mi put mi likkle tight up hole deh pon yuh john
Dancehall need this, di whole place shake it
Boom-boom, that ass clappin' on his dick all night (Woo, woo)
He in Jamaica movin' bricks all white (Woo, woo)
Soon as I see him, I'ma fuck him on sight
Kill 'em, kill 'em wid di whine
Di prettiest face, card nah decline
Mi shot gun in ah him car with' di nine (Right, right deh suh)
Bad, bad gyal, mi ah di wickedest, Barbie ah Skeng, likkle miss
[Skeng:]
Gyal cock up mek mi fuck yuh dehso
Anuh nutt'n if yuh snap a video
See di miggle mek yuh whine di muckle
Yaah roll wid de gang den yuh nah get nutt'n
Gyal cock up mek mi fuck yuh dehso
Anuh nutt'n if yuh snap a video
See di miggle mek yuh whine di muckle
Yaah roll wid de gang den yuh nah get nutt'n
She waah boom pon cocky like seh she nave sense
A dat a wen molly buss in her head
Bare gunman deyah feel safe in herself
Shacko seh fi fling one ina di head
Top Banks, March Pen yeah wi do dis often
Killa dem brawlin an' wanted an' haunted
Craig Town know di vibe, junglist weh Grants Pen
Di wull summer get fuck, dem fi know wi nah nuh sense
Mi n'even feel nuh way dawg
Likkle Miss (THE FINE NINE REMIX) lyrics - Nicki Minaj & Skeng (feat. Spice, Destra Garcia, Patrice Roberts, Lady Leshurr, Pamputtae, Dovey Magnum, Lisa Mercedez, London Hill)
Hey Nicki
A we say tight nucki
And Stiff Titi
Caribbean girls run it, ayo, Skeng
True seh mi peng, ratty gang
Gang, gang, gang, gang, gang
They ain't never gotta ask this one question
Who's the Queen?
Likkle Miss OBSESSION
I'm the one who keep you bitches under pressure
Cock it back like his 45 uh special
I play the front
They gotta linger back
Foxy trini bitch, where Inga at?
It's like me de-yah in Japan
Ninja Nicki
Where Ninja Man?
Ion need a hundred niggas lil bitch, me soon come
Dripped in YSL
One thug and one gun
These bitches gon bow down or lay down
Trinidad Port Of Spain to Spaintown
Me seh!
When me reach di fun done
Dem cyah get no more bloodclot attention
Tek a gyal man
Some gyal fi get bun
Pretty face Chinese bangs and one bun
Cute Little Miss Mi waist line a twist
Gimmie way make mi back up and bubble pan this
Look at this, prettiness oculus, oculist
Gal a watch me every day like a sociologist
Little miss mi have the tight and clean
Right in between when mi man intervene
Hard hard fi go een pass mi the Vaseline
Get mi Pum Pum wet up like submarine
Bounce pan di cocky pan di beat fold up like a pleat
Fat punnaney meat Mi hot no bloodcleet
Dry fresh panty seat wid mi clean underneath
Di man say mi little like the space inna fork teeth
Mi Pum Pum small ino large, mi no slap entourage
Pan top mi in charge, rub di clit like massage
Back arch, body neat like a Nicki Minaj
Boy fuck mi inna di car trunk inna di Garage
Fat pussy grip buddy right like a hand
Fire back shot til yuh clip done gunman
Mek mi skin bun like mi get a sun tan
Rich pussy this turn yuh inna sultan
Bad up the buddy
Man haffi sen on the money
Yuh kno a lotto pussy this
So if you get it yuh lucky
Tun it side ways cock it up and brukki
Pam and Nicki and we nuh fucky fucky
Bubble mi a bubble yasso
Shake it up and mek di batty go so
Bubble mi a bubble yasso
We pussy fat everyman a sey so
Likkle miss likkle miss born with the gift
Tight hookie bit molly mek cocky stiff
Big fat batty and me sexy with it
Good pum pum god bless me with it
Pussy good a that me certain
Gyal a shade me like a curtain
When them see me inna person
Yo a nothing them nuh do
Gyal weh favour ninja turtle
Cya fit inna we circle
Dem seh Lisa me will hurt you
But a nothing dem nuh do
Me pum pum bless
Nuh bwoy cya left
Pose pon the cocky like a red carpet
Say him have a Gyal Two a dem left
The Gyal name steff har pum pum stress
Big and dun out, Some Gyal cya run out
Ediat Gyal run in, when bad Gyal come out
Siddung pon the body me a wine and bruk out
Me pum pum tight suh nuh hood cya slip out
(Likkle miss)
(Ayo Dovey)
Mi Pussie likkle an tiny
E mek mi eye squeeze up like Chiney
Him seh him want three sum sey mi fi join him
Gun man alone can tie mi
Come stop trace pan di phone come find mi
Mi beat gyol mi nuh full a word like library
Mi love when him sleep wid him cocky inside mi
If yuh wa back yuh man Gyal please ask kindly
Yeah, a mi di man waah mi naah stop cause problem inna yuh yard
Pussy clean him a come in a it raw
Wa see the look pan mi face wid di cock inna mi jaw
Gyal cock up mek mi fuck yuh dehso
Anuh nutt'n if yuh snap a video
See di miggle mek yuh whine di muckle
Yaah roll wid de gang den yuh nah get nutt'n
Gyal cock up mek mi fuck yuh dehso
Anuh nutt'n if yuh snap a video
See di miggle mek yuh whine di muckle
Yaah roll wid de gang den yuh nah get nutt'n
(London)
Ratty and Barbie call mi fi di threesome
Har pussy wet mi just gih har di sweet toungue
Fuck ah hot mi like di matches and di stick weh beat drum
Cocky trunk like elephant inna mi throat ah willy bounce
Likkle miss good pussy likkle miss hole tight
Dem call mi buddy bruka likkle miss must ride
Nah gi weh free fuck likkle miss up price
Likkle miss flat tummy pussy neva plus size
Face card don't decline look like a dolly in platinum
Gon use a magazine to buss if Nicki put me in Maxim
Drug lord got em addicted said the pussy relax em
Issa ba ba ba ba bashment change up like my accent
Tryna prove his point bitch Imma trigger finger magnet
Fruits from my labor made a fortune of a passion
Went viral off a look ya favorite stylist know I'm fashion
Gotta wait to eat this pussy got the lil nigga fasting
(Lesh)
Him seh ay Likkle Miss
Call me Likkle Darling
They seh she bangs it nuh Ricky Martin
Yeah I'm old school come like Nickelodeon
And it's going straight down like a middle parting
But if a bwoy act up he'll be jiggin like Carlton
And I wish a gyal wood you'll see mi in Jordans
And the man dem love me from Brum and to Boston
Some living in Scotland
Mi bringing di tartan
Wait
Hold up
Big surprise when I rolled up
It's the vibe I take note of
Flows dirty it's vulgar
Go slower
She ain't a Saint, she leaving knickerless (Nicholas)
Chocolate, come sweet like a Snickers is
A Likkle Miss
He never touch Trini
Get ah best grind
You is ah gunman
Make yuh gun wine
Yuh wah ah rich queen bitch
Live in meh kingdom
Ah cud bubble from Port of Spain to Kingston
1 By 1
Dem ah come random
Eh Boi nah talk to me
If yuh nah talk millions
For the tun tun tun
Dem ah run run run
Anna wah start war
Anna full pandrum
EH BOI
Bow for the queen enno
Cudda lock Jenny or Maxine enno
Cudda last long like magazine enno
Step right
Mek meh left yuh
Inna dream enno
Queen
Queen of Bacchanal
Trinidad, stand the fuck up
Patrice again
If yuh wa ah freak den call meh
Say yuh want ah piece just cal meh
Trini gyal bumper big and it wining
Ting so good him wa live up inside it
Backshot make man buss off ah dat
Up inna di middle make yuh buss off yuh glock
Send it up inna di glue whey yuh like it
Things wha me do fuh di right dick
Wine just ah likkle bit
Lemme make di sumn grip
When ah wine up on di tip
Baby ah go be yuh likkle miss
Gyal cock up mek mi fuck yuh dehso (Patrice)
Anuh nutt'n if yuh snap a video
See di miggle mek yuh whine di muckle
Yaah roll wid de gang den yuh nah get nutt'n
Gyal cock up mek mi fuck yuh dehso
Anuh nutt'n if yuh snap a video
See di miggle mek yuh whine di muckle
Yaah roll wid de gang den yuh nah get nutt'n
Love In The Way lyrics - BLEU & Nicki Minaj
Got this world in our hands
Like a pearl in a clam
We're lettin' go, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Ayo
You blew it
I could tell you knew it
But you was like screw it
And I guess I'm fluid
'Cause I was like fuck you and them bitches included
'Cause I was goin' through it
Ain't nothing more to it
Baby your love in the way (My way)
But don't stop it just keep doin' what you do
How could I move with your love in my way (My way)
It hurts to love again and it's all because of you
'Cause baby your love in the way (Your love)
I need you right now why would you push me away (No no)
Baby your love in the way
I need you right now why would you push me away
Girl let's move
If you can't dance grab my hand just do a little one two
It hurts to love again and it's all because of you
I love when you dance to the music the DJ's playin' the right tune
It's hard to love again and it's all because of you
All because of you
It hurts to love again and it's all because of you (All because of you)
I'm beggin' for it
I see you givin' me those eyes can't ignore it
And I'm ready for it
I love it when yo' love in the way
I don't think paradise too far away
I don't think every star inside of space
'Cause your love in the way
Holding on for dear life
I'm just here for one night
Can't trust these women 'cause your love in the way
Leading my way
What can I say
Girl let's move
If you can't dance grab my hand just do a little one two
It hurts to love again and it's all because of you
I love when you dance to the music the DJ's playin' the right tune
It's hard to love again and it's all because of you
All because you too busy talkin' no listenin'
You too busy doin' the talkin' no listenin'
I would put my ear to the walls and listen in
Right hand on my head I'm like awww, not this again
All because you too busy talkin' no listenin'
You too busy doin' the talkin' no listenin'
I would put my ear to the walls and listen in
Right hand on my head I'm like awww, not this again (Not this again)
One minute you here then you gone
Seem like 'ya biggest fear to be alone (Alone)
I was given' you ya space I was runnin' through ya mind
But you runnin' out of time this time
What you expect
You never had a queen on deck
I never was the type to be next
I'm the type to be kept
I'm the type to make a nigga regret that he slept
Girl let's move
If you can't dance grab my hand just do a little one two (One two)
It hurts to love again and it's all because of you
I love when you dance to the music the DJ's playin' the right tune (Right one)
It's hard to love again and it's all because of you (Yeah yeah yeah)
All because of you
It hurts to love again and it's all because of you (All because of you)
All because of you
It hurts to love again and it's all because of you (All because of you)
Yeah yeah
MEGATRON lyrics - Nicki Minaj
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Brra-ta-ta-ta
They call me Megatron, just did a telethon
He got Margielas on, and I get my jealous on
I fuck him like I miss him, he just came out of prison
Bitches be talkin' shit, but they ain't got a pot to piss in
My name is Nicki M, I'm in a sticky Benz
That mean it's candy apple red, I'm Barbie, this is Ken
That is a Fendi fact, I'm with a hunnid macs
Oh, this is custom made, Donatella sent me that
Feel up, baby, feel on me
Pull up if you're feeling lonely
Feel up, baby, feel on me
Pull up if you're feeling lonely
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'
It's better when I'm drinkin'
I tune up when I'm drinkin'
Rum, rum when I'm
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'
It's better when I'm drinkin'
I tune up when I'm drinkin'
Rum, rum when I'm
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Brra-ta-ta-ta
They call me Megatron, shorty's a mega con
It ain't about the race either, it's the marathon
I put the squeeze on him, th-throw up the Bs on him
Th-that ass clappin' on the D, Hercules on him
My name is baddie, baddie, I keep it tight for zaddy
He keep it comin', comin', he ain't even drop the Addy
Trunk in the front-front, I need a blunt-blunt
I own my own moscato, bitch, we gettin' drunk-drunk
Feel up, baby, feel on me
Pull up if you're feeling lonely
Feel up, baby, feel on me
Pull up if you're feeling lonely
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'
It's better when I'm drinkin'
I tune up when I'm drinkin'
Rum, rum when I'm
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'
It's better when I'm drinkin'
I tune up when I'm drinkin'
Rum, rum when I'm
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Bite me, bite me, that excite me
He said it's my pussy (Yup, it might be)
If you eatin' it, do it precisely
'Cause I'm a millionaire, this pussy pricey
(Yup, it might be, yup, it might be)
He said it's my pussy (Yup, it might be)
M-my pussy, m-my pussy (Yup, it might be)
'Cause I'm a millionaire, this pussy pricey
Feel up, baby, feel on me
Pull up if you're feeling lonely
Feel up, baby, feel on me
Pull up if you're feeling lonely
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'
It's better when I'm drinkin'
I tune up when I'm drinkin'
Rum, rum when I'm
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Shots, shots, shots, I'm
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Shots, shots, shots, I'm
Brra-ta-ta-ta
Shots, shots, shots, I'm drinkin'
Rum, rum when I'm
Red Ruby Da Sleeze lyrics - Nicki Minaj
(Queen!)
Only on them Cs if it's breeze
Red Ruby da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeves
These wanna be Chun Li's
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nî hâo)
Who the fuck told bitches they was me now?
I knew these bitches was slow
I ain't know these bitches senile
Married a shooter, case you niggas tried to breathe loud
Boom your face off then I tell him cease fire
I'm the A, B side
Seven hundred on them horses when we fixing to leave
But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves
(Oh‐oh, oh‐oh!)
Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip
It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch
Guacamole with the taco
Waiting for El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in the Tahoe
Bad gyal don't die, die, die
Hundred rounds on dat gratata
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me
Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na
His ex hit him, he like nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
He want the bad gyal sleeze like dat
Why I'ma tease like that?
Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na
He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na-na
I like it when he grab my cheeks like that, why I'm a freak like that?
Bad gyal don't die, die, die
Hundred rounds on dat gratata
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me
When the queen, leave bitches wanna come out like a cockroach
Until I'm cooking in the kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don't feel pot holes
Dorito bitches mad that they nachos
Shout out my vatos
Shout out da hoes that's watching me like Movados
Click-click, all them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?
Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes
Big truck but I'm alone like Post though
Call Malone and tell him I'm going postal
These bitches rapping like my blooper roll
Desert eagle if your nigga acting Super Bold
Got 'em like uh-oh
Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle
Ya fucking bozo
That .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-go
Super Fakks, that's word to Super Cat
We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat
'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee
Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy
Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths
Six hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?
Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce
Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth
See the difference is, I run businesses
If I ain't employ you, then what yo business is?
I'll have staff roll up like what the business is?
Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses?
Bad gyal don't die, die, die
Hundred rounds on dat gratata
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me
(If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay)
Roman Holiday (Grammy 2012 Performance) lyrics - Nicki Minaj
[Nicki Minaj as Martha Zolanski (Roman Zolanski):]
Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You'll be okay
(Stop it, mother, please.)
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
(Get me out of here, mother.)
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday
A Roman holiday
[Nicki Minaj as Roman Zolanski:]
You done, you tight?
You suck at life?
You don't want a round three
You'll suffer twice.
Worship the queen and you might could pass
Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass
Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari
I am the ultimate Svengali
You, you bitches can't even spell that
You, you hoes buggin'
Repel that
Let me tell you this, sister
I am, I am colder than a blister
'Cause my flow's so sick
And I'm a lunatic
And this can't be cured with no Elixir
'Cause y'all know who the fuck, what the fuck I do
I done put the pressure to every thug I knew
Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too
Put the hyena in a freaking zoo (pew)
[Nicki Minaj as Martha Zolanski (Roman Zolanski):]
Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman
You'll be OK
(Mother, stop it please.)
You need to know your station, Roman (I can't take it.)
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Leave me alone, mother.)
Roman holiday (I hate you.)
A Roman holiday
[Nicki Minaj as Roman Zolanski:]
Witch, twitch, bitch!
Motherfucking right, this is World War 6
This right here might make a bitch die
And this right here is gonna make a bitch cry
And if you being honest, I am such a great guy
And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock
I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under
No them bitches ain't eating
They dying of hunger
Motherfucker I need, who the fuck is this whore
And yes maybe just a touch of Tourettes
Get my wigs Terrence go and get my beret
[Nicki Minaj as Martha Zolanski (Roman Zolanski):]
Take your medication, Roman
Take a short vacation, Roman (Mother, your a psychotic lady.)
You'll be OK
(Stop it please.)
You need to know your station, Roman
Some alterations on your clothes and your brain
(Get out of my head.)
Take a little break, little break
From your silencing
There is so much you can take, you can take
I know how bad you need a Roman holiday, Roman holiday
A Roman holiday
[Nicki Minaj as Roman Zolanski:]
Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski
Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski
Come all ye faithful
Joyful and triumphant
I am Roman Zolanski
Talking about me, you talking about me?
I dare a motherfucker, to be talking about me
Them bitches must be smokin' a couple of OC
They want the outline, I give them a goatee
God damn, motherfucker, you talking about me?
I dare a motherfucker, to be talking about me
Them bitches must be smoking a couple of OC
They want the outline, I give them a goatee
Mother, forgive me.
Runnin lyrics - Mike WiLL Made-It, A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg & Nicki Minaj
(from "Creed II: The Album" soundtrack)
[A$AP Rocky:]
Came up out the mud, brushed the dirt up off me
Goin' hard, hit 'em where it hurts, kill 'em softly
Bummed, stressed, tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness, but I'm in this shit full fledged
Talk reckless, comin' for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin'-runnin'-runnin' this shit, both legs, bro
Word around town, that they comin' for my head though
Funny thing about it, they don't know what's in my head though
Schizo', maniac like I'm finna go clepto'
So hands-on, kinda hard for me to let go (Let go)
Stackin' presidents like a Lego
Would introduce you to my friends, but they dead though
(Came up out the mud, brushed the dirt up off me)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo, run it, run it, run it, I'ma take it like a clepto'
Anybody want it, they can get it, come correct though
Talk behind my back, but when they see me, it's respect though
Still got the crown, so I never give a 'F' though
Everything is wavy, I'ma hit 'em with the brush stroke
Then I'ma get high, I'ma get the best dope
Yeah I make the rules, I ain't following a dress code
I don't do the mess though, I'ma put a hex though
I ain't with the hugs and kisses, don't do the 'x-o'
Soon as the bell go ding though, I'll be in the ring though
We could shoot cinco
Look at all these clowns, how they studying my lingo
Peekin' out the window, but they'll never win though
[A$AP Rocky:]
Came up out the mud, brushed the dirt up off me
Goin' hard, hit 'em where it hurts, kill 'em softly
Bummed, stressed, tryna clear my mind, even smoke less
Hopelessness, but I'm in this shit full fledged
Talk reckless, comin' for your neck, no strep throat
Runnin'-runnin'-runnin' this shit, both legs, bro
Word around town, that they comin' for my head though
Funny thing about it, they don't know what's in my head though
[A$AP Ferg:]
I'ma flex, yes, I'm the best, I'm a veteran
In the Lex, yes, big baguettes in my necklace
In his head, neck, and his chest, he gon' catch a fist
I go deck, deck, break his leg, do it effortless
In the ring, ain't no fuckin' game, ain't no Tetris
Hit him, bang, I'ma shake his brain, I'm gon' never miss
Man, I'm amped, I'm the fuckin' champ, I can't fail at this
Money dance, 'bout a million bands, I got hella grip
Hella chips, with a lot of chicks, coming by the clique
Mo' sex with the Rolex, come without a tick
Mo' grip when the dough flip, give me no lip
Whole fist, break his whole shit, take it, lil' bitch
Gettin' fit, have him win a 'ship , watch him catch a fit
Sorry lyrics - Nicki Minaj (feat. Nas)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Hey, baby
Even though you break my heart
I still love you
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You'd be Nas
Ayo
That bitch is always flippin'
You niggas never listen
We make a perfect team
Balling Jordan and Scottie Pippen
But I'ma let you dip in
That wax sauce drippin'
Said that when you with a boss bitch, now you can tell the difference
You be like jungle digger
I don't want another nigga
I wanna make you 'bout a legend, but I make you bigger
Tinkerbell, Peter Pan
No bitches badder than me when I pull up
Got 'em screaming like a temper tan'
Ayo, DJ, drop the beat
My gun didn't fall but I drop the heat
I love how we kept it on the low, mad discreet (I'm in a rush!)
Pass me the keys to my jeep (truck)
I hit 'em with it, I'ma kill 'em with that wine wine
Ain't losin' watches, but with me, he always find time
We keep it classy when we eatin' it's that fine dine
But between love and hate, baby, it's a fine line
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You'd be Nas
[Nas:]
A mack
I used to mack with the MAC on me
Project parties, lights off, mad horny
Dutty wine and feel the gun I'm hidin'
She still grindin' on me, smilin' at me
I'm like "Hi, I'm Nasty"
"God bless ya, met ya'"
Thought you were sexy as ever
Flexing with your ex, I couldn't disrespect ya'
Later on, I undress ya, couldn't wait to sex ya'
Made a nigga wait so long, but it was special
Light travel faster than sound
Lightning strike one second every point two miles
So when you first saw me emerge from a weed cloud
Electricity touch your soul, that's how I get down
Gangsta love
Completing each other
Touching tongues so close, we could breathe for each other
Untouchable boy with the illustrious girl
But maybe being together's too much for the world, sorry
[Nicki Minaj:]
Sorry
Is all that you can say
Years gone by and still
Words don't come easily
Like forgive me (forgive me)
And you can say, baby (baby)
My baby, can I hold you tonight?
And maybe if I told you the right words
Ooh, at the right time
You'd be Nas
Super Freaky Girl lyrics - Nicki Minaj
She's alright
That girl's alright with me
Yeah
Ay, yo
I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin' and slidin'
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
One thing about me, I'm the baddest alive
He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrive
I don't let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try
I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind
They can't be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try
A thong bikini up my ass, I think I'll go for a dive
His ex bitch went up against me, but she didn't survive
On applications I write, "Pressure", 'cause that's what I apply (Brrrr)
Pressure applied, can't fuck a regular guy
Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than Apple Pie
I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin' and slidin'
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
'Cause what the fuck, this ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down?
Like, what the fuck, this ain't Burberry, custom brown?
He said, "Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?"
Then he said, "Do that pussy purr?" I said, "Yup, meow"
Hold up, fuck boys, ain't no need for you to roll up
Ain't no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up
Keep these bitches on they toes like Manolo
Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO
Oh, whoa
Elegant bitch with a hoe glow
If it ain't big, then I won't blow
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Fuck is the tea? I just F'd a G
Make him say "Uhh", just ask Master P
Ball so hard, I just took a knee
Get me Rocky A$AP, nigga, word to RIH
Freak
F-f-freak
Some gyal a freak
Gyal a freak
Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak
I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin' and slidin'
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K
Super Freaky Girl (Queen Mix) lyrics - Nicki Minaj, JT & BIA (feat. Katie Got Bandz, Akbar V & Maliibu Miitch)
She's alright (Ayo)
That girl's alright with me (This the queen mix right here)
Miami, Boston, Chicago, Atlanta, New York, stand the fuck up (Yeah)
Ayo (Brr, oop, hey, hey, hey, hey)
I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E— (Uh, JT)
Pink pussy, pink coupe, no roof
Made him eat my pussy leavin' NOBU
Maxed out his card, fuck the total (Yeah)
Pulled up for a check, pussy mobile
Freak bitch, legs up, cash too (Cash)
Niggas eye fuck me when I pass through (Eye)
CC this pussy, you a bad nigga
Can't be broke and be my nigga (No)
Neck froze, ah, yeah, coast
I'ma bad bitch, get him for his pin numbers
Eat the pussy, beat the pussy, drill drummer
Big racks, all I'ma tryna get from him
Yo, Nick'? (What up, JT?)
You the winner (Thank you)
And I'm the princess of this shit
And a motherfuckin' gang member
Ha, haha, haha, ha
Brr, haha
F-F-Freak (Gang, gang got the hammer and the wrench)
Some gyal ah freak, gyal ah freak (Why you body that verse like that?)
Gyal ah freak, freak, freak, freak (Nicki, Nicki, BIA)
I'ma take the whole thing if I'm takin' the dick (I'ma take it, I'ma take it)
And I got ninety-nine problems 'cept for makin' it fit (Oh)
I see some bitches, mini-me's, and it's makin' me sick (Ew)
I'm just the realest bitch you seen with Nicki takin' a pic (Barbia)
I like all my diamonds dancin' (Uh)
They wanna know if we fuck in a mansion
Mmm, ask Nicki
If I'm in the room, then shit get sticky
I'm so bad I could touch myself again
Fuck myself like the Clermont twins (Uh)
He wanna fuck on all my friends (Uh)
I'm too rich for an OnlyFans
Ayo, Drillary Clinton
I'm a very freaky girl so don't bring me to mommas (Uh-huh)
If I pull up with that blicky sitckin' out of my Prada (Bang-bang)
And I ain't goin' if you broke so go get you some dollars (Okay)
I get my own, you know the saying, "Mo Money, Mo Problems"
He like 'em freaky, pussy squeaky
Give me that tongue, make it leaky
I make it wet, nickname Fiji (Ooh)
Let him record me, turn it to me, me (Yeah)
Now he only seeing me, me
Out on his man, I told him to leave me (On God)
You don't love me, you love that I'm freaky
Can't play with my heart, better play with your wee-wee
Hahahaha, AK
Told him, "Leave that bitch alone she ain't fuckin' you right" (Fuck her)
You can beat it but you gotta wear a glove like Mike (Yeah)
You know the dick real good, he be doin' it right (I'm on it)
I'm talkin' doin' it and doin' it and doin' it (Ooh)
While his bitch blowin' up my phone every other night (Uh-huh)
But I can't argue with no bum bitch
I'm cool J take a LL (Fuck, yeah)
And I'm too player to ever kiss and tell (Shh)
Them niggas spend a forty right at Chanel
Then I send him back to you like, "Farewell"
He give me left strokes, back strokes
Put that D all down my throat (Yeah)
No gag reflex, I ain't never gonna choke (Ooh)
Bad ass bitch, I ain't never goin' broke (Ow)
F-R-E-A-K
Can't mention the freak without AK, that's 'Bar, bitch
Freak, f-f-freak
(How you gonna say, "No gag reflex, ain't never gonna choke? Haha)
Some gyal ah freak, gyal ah freak, gyal ah freak
Gyal ah, gyal ah—, freak, freak, freak
Ayo, New York, Malii
He wanna eat it, if he bite it, I'ma turn 'round and fight him
I'ma put this pussy on him, have him sleepin' like NyQuil
What's up daddy? He like mami, I jacked UE's from Biden
I'm like, "Oh, just keep me fly", drippy stylin', profilin', uh
'Cause these bitches be eaters and bottom feeders (Uh)
I been had stripes like I'm down with Adidas (Uh)
Bitches on my body 'cause it's follow the leader (Uh)
Niggas on my body 'cause I'm hot like a heater
Price goin' up like a cab with a meter
Bad lil' bitty, they be fiendin' to meet her
Bad lil' bitty, they be fiendin' to be her
Whole lotta money like Nicki and BIA
Keep your two cents, bitch, this ain't a meter
I ain't talkin' Spanish when I say, "Señorita"
Told that bitch ghost writer, "Yo, send your reader"
Oh, you ain't know, ho? Ask Wikipedia
These bitches hungry, guess I'm just greedier
These bitches ugly, my bitches prettier
Horseback ridin', I be like, "Giddy up"
When I touch a city, paint it red like graffiti up
I ain't gotta beg for sympathy from the media
Eediat, mm-mm, haha, ha, hahaha, ha, haha
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Super Freaky Girl (Roman Remix) lyrics - Nicki Minaj
She's alright
That girl's alright with me (Mmm), yeah
This is the extended version
Ayo (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
Uh, okay, one thing about me, I'm the baddest alive
He know the prettiest bitch didn't come until I arrive
I don't let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try
I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind
They can't be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try
A thong bikini up my ass, I think I'll go for a dive
His ex bitch went up against me, but she didn't survive
On applications I write "pressure" 'cause that's what I apply (Brr)
P-P-P-Pressure applied, can't fuck a regular guy
Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than apple pie
I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
'Cause, what the fuck? This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down?
Like, what the fuck? This ain't Burberry, custom brown
He said "Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?"
Then he said "Do that pussy purr?" I said "Yup, meow"
Hold up, fuck-boys, ain't need no for you to roll up
Ain't no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up
Keep these bitches on they toes like Manolo
Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO
Oh, woah, elegant bitch with a ho glow
If it ain't big, then I won't blow
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Fuck is the tea? I just F'd a G (Let's go)
Made him say "Uh," just ask Master P (Let's go)
Ball so hard, I just took a knee (Let's go)
Get me rocky ASAP, nigga, word to Rih (Let's go)
Freak
F-F-Freak
Some gyal a freak, gyal a freak
Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak
I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-K, I'm a movie, I should be on replay (Ooh)
I'm tryna F-U-C-K, he got pictures of my titties in his briefcase (Purr)
I like D-I-C-K (C'mon), I like bad bitches too, she can be bae (Muah)
Ass fat to the max like TJ, BJ while he speedin' on the freeway
Don't play with Nicki 'cause it could get tricky
And that's word to Dricki, bitch, it could get sticky
And that's word to Dwayne Mi–, Michael Carter (Uh)
I'ma finish these dumb bitches, Michael Myers (Woo)
Don't nobody wanna hear that weak shit ho
In the game, fifteen, ain't peak yet ho
Tell that goofy get a chair, she was cocky, I could swear
Till my old tape sold more than your album, drop a tear
Nicki James, bitch, purr (Drop a tear)
A Nicki James, bitch (Drop a tear)
A Nick James (Drop a tear), a Nick James (Drop a tear), a Nick James, bitch (Drop a motherfuckin' tear, ahh)
I can lick it, I can ride it while you slippin' and slidin'
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it, you can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me 'lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K
E-A-K (Freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (Freaky girl)
Let's go
TROLLZ lyrics - 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj
(Sad Pony)
[6ix9ine:]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
The 'Cat one hundred, you need that? I got it
Need it, got it, cash, pockets
Bands on me, sticks on me
You need that? I got it, this cash, my pockets
The 'Cat one hundred, you need that?
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me
You don't want no problems at your party, don't invite me
I don't worry 'bout you niggas, please stop talking 'bout me
Always talking 'bout me 'cause you looking for the clouty
6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
Baby got that Aquafina, it's cocaina
Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a
Forgiatos on a Benz truck, make her friends fuck
Told her she could get Chanel if she let my friends fuck
Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fuck
Vroom, vroom, G5, vroom, vroom, we high
You the type of nigga that I never wanna be like
You a type of bitch that will never get a reply
Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Nicki Minaj:]
Dollar, dollar bill, come get her
Even your man know Nickis do it better
I know you don't like me, you wanna fight me
Always on my page, never double-tap like me
Baddies to my left and my right
Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life
Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste
We sippin' on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face
Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
He a slave to this pussy, call me master
Real wet, I said, "Slurp it like it's pasta"
They get nervous when it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr)
Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic
My flow's still sick, I ain't talkin' a pandemic
I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks
They study Nicki style, now all of them wan' mimic
Talkin' 'bout snitches when it's snitches in your camp
Never stand alone, you always itchin' for a stamp
Me, I'm still money, wrists light up like a lamp
They gon' have to send they best fighter for the champ
Racks, I got 'em, Mary, I'm poppin'
They keep hatin', but still watchin'
Check the boards, I'm still toppin'
Bustdown or plain jane, I got options
It's a bunch of mini mes, I'm the one they mockin'
Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin' shoppin'
When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin' (Plottin')
When I come out, it's a sweep, bitches start moppin'
[6ix9ine:]
Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Keep on throwin' that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[6ix9ine:]
Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
[Nicki Minaj:]
If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
He singin' my old song, yellin', "Ass, ass, ass"
They be speedin', tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash
Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash
That real ass ain't keep your nigga home
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