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Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:56
"Can Anybody Hear Me"
[VERSE]
I push, p-p-push it, I p-p-push it like I'm in labor
And he'll t-t-teach me to, teach me love my neighbor
Just w-w-wait up, I'm processin' all the data
Processin' all the data, p-p-processin' all the haters
You was writin' disses, I was takin' pictures
Signin' autographs for all of my bad bitches
And in the nic of time it just dawned on
I am Nicki Minaj and it's all on me
But hey, maybe I'll never win
Maybe I'm settlin'
Can't let the devil in, I'm a comic book heroin
But when the wind blows, I'm so Marilyn
Write down, take a pictures, bitches e-mail that
I came to save a thing called female rap
But I hope my ninja powers
Don't fuck around and offend you cowards
You mad at me 'cus you think I got it easy
If we was in the second grade then you would tease me
Ya see, you still a lil snotty nose hood rat
I love Nicki scribbled all over you book bag
I love you too, I just wish your mother would've hugged you too
You know Nicki love the kids
Yellow brick road lookin' for the Wiz
But when it rains, it pours for real
Def Jam said I'm no Lauryn Hill
Can't rap and sing on the same CD
The public won't get it, they got A.D.D.
See Nicki, follow the rules
Go and say your prayers and get ready for school
(Yeah follow the rules, go and say my prayers and get ready for school)
Dear God, I am only what you made me
And I appreciate everything that you gave me
But like, I don't wanna do it no more
Sort of lost sight of what I'm doin' it for
Thought that I was doin' somethin' good for the game
Until they all started throwin' dirt on my name
Tell Debbie, I really, really tried
That I said I'm sorry, but I had to say goodbye
Tell Fendi, I'll never forget him
And please tell Wayne I'll always be indebted
(I'll never forget it, please tell Wayne I'll always be indebted)
AYYYYYY! Can anybody hear me?
AYYYYYY! Can anybody hear me?
AYYYYYY! Can anybody hear me?
AYYYYYY! Can anybody hear me?
[VERSE]
I push, p-p-push it, I p-p-push it like I'm in labor
And he'll t-t-teach me to, teach me love my neighbor
Just w-w-wait up, I'm processin' all the data
Processin' all the data, p-p-processin' all the haters
You was writin' disses, I was takin' pictures
Signin' autographs for all of my bad bitches
And in the nic of time it just dawned on
I am Nicki Minaj and it's all on me
But hey, maybe I'll never win
Maybe I'm settlin'
Can't let the devil in, I'm a comic book heroin
But when the wind blows, I'm so Marilyn
Write down, take a pictures, bitches e-mail that
I came to save a thing called female rap
But I hope my ninja powers
Don't fuck around and offend you cowards
You mad at me 'cus you think I got it easy
If we was in the second grade then you would tease me
Ya see, you still a lil snotty nose hood rat
I love Nicki scribbled all over you book bag
I love you too, I just wish your mother would've hugged you too
You know Nicki love the kids
Yellow brick road lookin' for the Wiz
But when it rains, it pours for real
Def Jam said I'm no Lauryn Hill
Can't rap and sing on the same CD
The public won't get it, they got A.D.D.
See Nicki, follow the rules
Go and say your prayers and get ready for school
(Yeah follow the rules, go and say my prayers and get ready for school)
Dear God, I am only what you made me
And I appreciate everything that you gave me
But like, I don't wanna do it no more
Sort of lost sight of what I'm doin' it for
Thought that I was doin' somethin' good for the game
Until they all started throwin' dirt on my name
Tell Debbie, I really, really tried
That I said I'm sorry, but I had to say goodbye
Tell Fendi, I'll never forget him
And please tell Wayne I'll always be indebted
(I'll never forget it, please tell Wayne I'll always be indebted)
AYYYYYY! Can anybody hear me?
AYYYYYY! Can anybody hear me?
AYYYYYY! Can anybody hear me?
AYYYYYY! Can anybody hear me?
Phase
- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:56
"Can't Stop Won't Stop"
(feat. Lil Wayne)
Good morning New York,
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This Is Young Money...Nicki Minaj
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They don't make us to break us, no I'm with the bakers
I'm gettin' bread with dread up in Jamaica
It's them young stunners, Nick and Lil Weezy
Nick, I'm the chick that go getta like Jeezy
Fall back 'cause I do this here
Step your bars up or you're through this year
Yep, it's only right that the whole block's there
Hopped out the air in the blue and white Lear
I'm here, I'm lit, long hair, don't care
Steady starin' at my ear, 'cause my ear on glare
Now it's not hard to find me, top behind me
You be Harry Potter and I'll be Hermione
I'll be early, I'm the girl they
Call the one like I'm my first birthday
I'm in that Range Rov, rockin' that kango
That pussy real good, it tastes like mango
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
I'm on tour 'til my money's like the bus height
Ice lookin' bright, see me comin' like bus lights, Weezy!
(Nicki Minaj...)
(Young Money...)
(Fuck with me Fendi)
(feat. Lil Wayne)
Good morning New York,
Good afternoon New Orleans,
Goodnight America,
This Is Young Money...Nicki Minaj
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They don't make us to break us, no I'm with the bakers
I'm gettin' bread with dread up in Jamaica
It's them young stunners, Nick and Lil Weezy
Nick, I'm the chick that go getta like Jeezy
Fall back 'cause I do this here
Step your bars up or you're through this year
Yep, it's only right that the whole block's there
Hopped out the air in the blue and white Lear
I'm here, I'm lit, long hair, don't care
Steady starin' at my ear, 'cause my ear on glare
Now it's not hard to find me, top behind me
You be Harry Potter and I'll be Hermione
I'll be early, I'm the girl they
Call the one like I'm my first birthday
I'm in that Range Rov, rockin' that kango
That pussy real good, it tastes like mango
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Hook]
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
[Dj Scratched] (Chromed out Eleven Hundred)
Can't stop, won't stop reppin' Young Money and we
We get down and we, we get down and we
Boys they, boys they love me
I'm on tour 'til my money's like the bus height
Ice lookin' bright, see me comin' like bus lights, Weezy!
(Nicki Minaj...)
(Young Money...)
(Fuck with me Fendi)
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:56
"Catch Me"
Extracurricular, parallel to none,
I am perpendicular
Hit 'em with the oh now that's just ridiculous
We could've cleared up all these particulars
That could've been the homicide vehicular
You wasn't in no state to speed off
You was buggin' out, yeah you was p'd off
We was just chillin' up at the ski loft
Thinkin' we was on, you telling me we off
Your whole vibe changed when you got the phone call
That's the affect they call a snow ball,
Next thing you know I was running down the hall,
Saying, "Please come back, I have given my all."
I have given my all
Funny how you could always make me feel small
I have given my all
[Chorus:]
Catch me, catch me, I think I'm gon' fall
My mind is made up, I'm waiting for ya
I'm waiting on you, waiting, boy
My mind is set, I'm waiting on ya
I'm waiting for you, waiting boy
Could you catch me, could you catch me,
Could you catch me?
I am waiting on you to catch me
You wanted oh so bad to prove points
But your game always makes me lose points
And your game always makes me conquer
And maybe I shoulda never taken you from herr
But with all of the aforementioned
I am still trapped in your dimension
So I will be on the mountain waiting
'Cause I am in need of more attention
Could've called back just to say some
I'm a fall back in the bass drum
Please come to destination
I'm not doing well, exclamation!
You succeeded at your attempts to make me
Need you desperately to vindicate me
It's funny how you could always make me feel small
I have given my all
[Chorus:]
Catch me, catch me, I think I'm gon' fall
My mind is made up, I'm waiting for ya
I'm waiting on you, waiting, boy
My mind is set, I'm waiting on ya
I'm waiting for you, waiting, boy
Could you catch me, catch me, catch me
Could you catch me, catch me, catch me
Could you catch me, I am waiting on you to catch me
Oh, oh, OK, oh, oh, OK, oh, oh, OK
It's, it's whatever you say,
Eh, eh,
It's whatever you say,
Eh, eh,
I am at your disposal.
My mind is made up, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting on you, waiting, boy
My mind is set, I'm waiting on you,
I'm waiting for you, waiting, boy
Could you catch me, catch me, catch me
Could you catch me, catch me catch me
Could you catch me I am waiting on you to catch me, catch me catch me
Extracurricular, parallel to none,
I am perpendicular
Hit 'em with the oh now that's just ridiculous
We could've cleared up all these particulars
That could've been the homicide vehicular
You wasn't in no state to speed off
You was buggin' out, yeah you was p'd off
We was just chillin' up at the ski loft
Thinkin' we was on, you telling me we off
Your whole vibe changed when you got the phone call
That's the affect they call a snow ball,
Next thing you know I was running down the hall,
Saying, "Please come back, I have given my all."
I have given my all
Funny how you could always make me feel small
I have given my all
[Chorus:]
Catch me, catch me, I think I'm gon' fall
My mind is made up, I'm waiting for ya
I'm waiting on you, waiting, boy
My mind is set, I'm waiting on ya
I'm waiting for you, waiting boy
Could you catch me, could you catch me,
Could you catch me?
I am waiting on you to catch me
You wanted oh so bad to prove points
But your game always makes me lose points
And your game always makes me conquer
And maybe I shoulda never taken you from herr
But with all of the aforementioned
I am still trapped in your dimension
So I will be on the mountain waiting
'Cause I am in need of more attention
Could've called back just to say some
I'm a fall back in the bass drum
Please come to destination
I'm not doing well, exclamation!
You succeeded at your attempts to make me
Need you desperately to vindicate me
It's funny how you could always make me feel small
I have given my all
[Chorus:]
Catch me, catch me, I think I'm gon' fall
My mind is made up, I'm waiting for ya
I'm waiting on you, waiting, boy
My mind is set, I'm waiting on ya
I'm waiting for you, waiting, boy
Could you catch me, catch me, catch me
Could you catch me, catch me, catch me
Could you catch me, I am waiting on you to catch me
Oh, oh, OK, oh, oh, OK, oh, oh, OK
It's, it's whatever you say,
Eh, eh,
It's whatever you say,
Eh, eh,
I am at your disposal.
My mind is made up, I'm waiting for you
I'm waiting on you, waiting, boy
My mind is set, I'm waiting on you,
I'm waiting for you, waiting, boy
Could you catch me, catch me, catch me
Could you catch me, catch me catch me
Could you catch me I am waiting on you to catch me, catch me catch me
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:56
"Champion"
(feat. Nas, Drake, Young Jeezy)
Mmm.
This is celebration, this is levitation
Look at how you winning now, this took dedication
This is meditation, higher education
This the official competitor elimination
I was taking trips with Web to move weight,
Came back to queens then hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half like they flunked at math
Bitches ain't have cut up crack up in the stash
50 cent Italian, icy flow
It's that run and get a dollar for a ice cream cone
'Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memory's only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas doing biz
This one is for TT, Tweety, Viola, Sharika
Candice, Timby, Lauren, Iesha.
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)
[Drake:]
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when I used to stay with Erica
Label transferred 20 million to comerica
Fucking terrabus got me acting out of character
Young TO nigga, either riding' range
The Ferrari top down, screaming money ain't a thang
Tell me when I changed, girl, but only when I change
'Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know
Makin' hits in 3 acre cribs
Cookin' up tryna eat nigga steak and ribs
I made a couple stars outta basic chicks
Nowadays blow the candles out, don't even make a wish
Having good times, making good money
Lot of bad bitches but they good to me
I make her do the splits for a rack
Wish you niggas good luck tryna get where I'm at
Straight like that
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)
[Young Jeezy:]
Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin, mello.
Tell me one thing you won't do? settle.
Gimme one word for ya chain? yellow
Pocket full of money, black card, ghetto
Critics say I ain't in the game, A I?
So how you deal with the fame? STAY HIGH
Stay putting down for the town, may I
What you call a crib in the sky? play high
Half a mil in 3 weeks, yall did it like a champ
Mama taught me pride, yeah, she did it with the stamps
Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photo
Somebody tell these local hating niggas, I'm global
Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne going
What I gotta do to get this coconut flowing
Don't let me in son, hundred bottles of the ace
Lemme in son, go money cases in my place let's celebrate
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)
[Nas:]
What up Nicki? it's nasty. yeah. yeah yeah.
I sold my first 2 million dollars, I was 23.
I'm barely a man yet I had some killers under me
This ain't rated PG, this rated PJ.
'Cause that's where a nigga fuck, murder on replay
My 24th bday, I'm sailing to Bimini
You can see me on a yacht blasting Pac, little nah, I ain't greedy
I'm back to thugging bitches that can make it and kiss other bitches,
My man sister like me, I don't fuck my brother's sister
I just aspire your desire to be different
My 10 year old plan just one year til finish
My list went like this: first thing to sever,
The difference in pussy white black Latin or other
Here's a man who clearly isn't basic,
Waiting list just to hear me or witness the greatness
Loud laughter while writing my next chapter
Fast cash life, happily ever after
Champions
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)
(feat. Nas, Drake, Young Jeezy)
Mmm.
This is celebration, this is levitation
Look at how you winning now, this took dedication
This is meditation, higher education
This the official competitor elimination
I was taking trips with Web to move weight,
Came back to queens then hit up a new state
Bitches don't know the half like they flunked at math
Bitches ain't have cut up crack up in the stash
50 cent Italian, icy flow
It's that run and get a dollar for a ice cream cone
'Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas
But my memory's only happy images
This is for the hood, this is for the kids
This is for the single mothers, niggas doing biz
This one is for TT, Tweety, Viola, Sharika
Candice, Timby, Lauren, Iesha.
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)
[Drake:]
Yeah, okay, we made it to America
I remember when I used to stay with Erica
Label transferred 20 million to comerica
Fucking terrabus got me acting out of character
Young TO nigga, either riding' range
The Ferrari top down, screaming money ain't a thang
Tell me when I changed, girl, but only when I change
'Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know
Makin' hits in 3 acre cribs
Cookin' up tryna eat nigga steak and ribs
I made a couple stars outta basic chicks
Nowadays blow the candles out, don't even make a wish
Having good times, making good money
Lot of bad bitches but they good to me
I make her do the splits for a rack
Wish you niggas good luck tryna get where I'm at
Straight like that
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)
[Young Jeezy:]
Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin, mello.
Tell me one thing you won't do? settle.
Gimme one word for ya chain? yellow
Pocket full of money, black card, ghetto
Critics say I ain't in the game, A I?
So how you deal with the fame? STAY HIGH
Stay putting down for the town, may I
What you call a crib in the sky? play high
Half a mil in 3 weeks, yall did it like a champ
Mama taught me pride, yeah, she did it with the stamps
Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photo
Somebody tell these local hating niggas, I'm global
Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne going
What I gotta do to get this coconut flowing
Don't let me in son, hundred bottles of the ace
Lemme in son, go money cases in my place let's celebrate
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)
[Nas:]
What up Nicki? it's nasty. yeah. yeah yeah.
I sold my first 2 million dollars, I was 23.
I'm barely a man yet I had some killers under me
This ain't rated PG, this rated PJ.
'Cause that's where a nigga fuck, murder on replay
My 24th bday, I'm sailing to Bimini
You can see me on a yacht blasting Pac, little nah, I ain't greedy
I'm back to thugging bitches that can make it and kiss other bitches,
My man sister like me, I don't fuck my brother's sister
I just aspire your desire to be different
My 10 year old plan just one year til finish
My list went like this: first thing to sever,
The difference in pussy white black Latin or other
Here's a man who clearly isn't basic,
Waiting list just to hear me or witness the greatness
Loud laughter while writing my next chapter
Fast cash life, happily ever after
Champions
It's a celebration
Put it up for the ghetto
It's time like these
They know who we are by now
They know who we are.
Champion, a champion (champion, champion)
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:56
"Check It Out"
(with Will.I.Am)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Step up in the party like my name was that bitch
All these haters mad because I’m so established
They know I’m a beast yeah I’m a fucking savage
Haters you can kill yourself
In my space shuttle and I’m not coming down
I’m a stereo and she’s just so monotone
Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles, all alone
I ain’t coming back this time
[Chorus - Will.I.am:]
I can’t believe it
It’s so amazing
This club is heating
This party’s blazin’
I can’t believe it, this beat is banging
I can’t believe it (I can’t believe it, hey)
Hey check it out
Check it out [x10]
Yeah yeah I’m feeling it now
Check it out [x3]
[Will.I.Am:]
Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T
All these hating maggots ain't got nothing on me
Honestly I gotta stay as fly as I can be
If you Wiki "Willy" you get super O.G.
Hunny’s always rest me cause I’m fly fly fly
Dummies they can’t touch me cause I’m floating sky high
I stay niggerrific you don’t needa ask why
You just got to see with your eyes
[Chorus]
[Will.I.Am]
Check this motherfucker out
It got me in the club, in the club, just rocking like this
[Nicki Minaj]
Da done done
The sun done
Yep the sun done
Came up but we still up in dungeon
Da done done
Yep in London
Competition? Why yes, I would love some
How the fuck they getting mad 'cause they run done
Mad 'cause I’m getting money in abundance
Man I can’t even count all of these hundreds
Duffle bag every time I go to suntrust
I leave the rest just to collect interest
I mean interest, fuck my nemesis
Exclamation just for emphasis
And I don’t sympathize 'cause you a simple bitch
I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit
And put an iron to your face you old wrinkled bitch
[Will.I.Am:]
Oh, we just had to kill it
We on the radio hotter than a skillet
We in the club making party people holla
Money in the bank means we getting top dollar
I’m a big baller
You a little smaller
Step up to my level need to grow a little taller
I’ma shot caller
Get up off my collar
You are chihuahua I’ma rottweiler
[Chorus]
(with Will.I.Am)
[Nicki Minaj:]
Step up in the party like my name was that bitch
All these haters mad because I’m so established
They know I’m a beast yeah I’m a fucking savage
Haters you can kill yourself
In my space shuttle and I’m not coming down
I’m a stereo and she’s just so monotone
Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles, all alone
I ain’t coming back this time
[Chorus - Will.I.am:]
I can’t believe it
It’s so amazing
This club is heating
This party’s blazin’
I can’t believe it, this beat is banging
I can’t believe it (I can’t believe it, hey)
Hey check it out
Check it out [x10]
Yeah yeah I’m feeling it now
Check it out [x3]
[Will.I.Am:]
Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T
All these hating maggots ain't got nothing on me
Honestly I gotta stay as fly as I can be
If you Wiki "Willy" you get super O.G.
Hunny’s always rest me cause I’m fly fly fly
Dummies they can’t touch me cause I’m floating sky high
I stay niggerrific you don’t needa ask why
You just got to see with your eyes
[Chorus]
[Will.I.Am]
Check this motherfucker out
It got me in the club, in the club, just rocking like this
[Nicki Minaj]
Da done done
The sun done
Yep the sun done
Came up but we still up in dungeon
Da done done
Yep in London
Competition? Why yes, I would love some
How the fuck they getting mad 'cause they run done
Mad 'cause I’m getting money in abundance
Man I can’t even count all of these hundreds
Duffle bag every time I go to suntrust
I leave the rest just to collect interest
I mean interest, fuck my nemesis
Exclamation just for emphasis
And I don’t sympathize 'cause you a simple bitch
I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit
And put an iron to your face you old wrinkled bitch
[Will.I.Am:]
Oh, we just had to kill it
We on the radio hotter than a skillet
We in the club making party people holla
Money in the bank means we getting top dollar
I’m a big baller
You a little smaller
Step up to my level need to grow a little taller
I’ma shot caller
Get up off my collar
You are chihuahua I’ma rottweiler
[Chorus]
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:57
"Chi-Raq"
(feat. Lil Herb)
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
Ain't yelling cut when it's shooting time
Sign up, it's recruiting time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
I don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like 4 niggas
4 wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding but real niggas will still catch a nigga
I cop Raris, I don't test drive em
Home theaters, can't best buy em
These niggas that I roll with don't let a single thing get by em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit, now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Looking ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings and some eses and them plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pussy on a hand stand, they sucking dick like it's band camp
Call Web and then call Nitty
Queens niggas in it's all hoodies
Kidnapping and then rob niggas
Call D-rock for a biggie
Pussy ass lil rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon but I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School niggas get a GED
And I tease niggas make em B.E.G
Got a money fetish, imma fly to Venice
Got a big house I can play some tennis
Lil herb, what's good?
I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good
[Hook - Lil Herb:]
Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really wit' it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
[Verse 2 - Lil Herb:]
I'm a young nigga I be getting money
Take your bitch from you
And these niggas get no respect
I'mma stay 100 till I'm 6 under
Matter fact I gotta keep it 150
For every nigga that's gon come with me
I'm on rock block with a new semi and a blue Bentley and do 160
Smoke a lot a of weed
Like fuck gimmicks, put a dutch in me
Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any
And if any nigga ever try to end me
I'mma die shooting praying God forgive me
You too busy hating you can't get no paper, why are ya'll so silly?
Straight killers I can call so many
I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you will make the news
Where I hang we don't say no names
If you talk to cop I stay away from you
Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
You'll be out the station in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Leave the domination on my way to greatness
Don't put yourself up in a situation
Putting my relations in your conversations
Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
You get my position nigga better take it
Know some young bulls from a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old shit, killing your shit
On a couple tracks i just never played it
Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
[Hook - Lil Herb]
[Lil Herb:]
Gang, gang, gang shit man you already know I'm rocking man. This is G Herbo shout out Nicki Minaj you know man. SB just gave me the nine with the green, Beans just gave me the green light. Letting niggas have it man we pulling up anywhere wetting shit man. Got 50s in them Tecs, 50s in them Mecs man, 30s in them Glocks. 17 shot Berettas all that shit man. Sawed offs, pumps man what you want? How you want it, where you want, where you want it, lets get it. And I ride Dolo from state to state even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens, lets get it
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh-huh I always got a trick up my sleeve. I might give you a new trick every week till this album drop, I don't know. I figured they want some more, I'mma give you some more. Ask Web if I wasn't taking them trips, what up nigga?
(feat. Lil Herb)
[Verse 1 - Nicki Minaj:]
Ain't yelling cut when it's shooting time
Sign up, it's recruiting time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
I don't do coke, I don't blow niggas
I don't tell niggas, I show niggas
And it's never less than like 4 niggas
4 wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He telling and he hiding but real niggas will still catch a nigga
I cop Raris, I don't test drive em
Home theaters, can't best buy em
These niggas that I roll with don't let a single thing get by em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit, now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Looking ass niggas ain't happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings and some eses and them plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pussy on a hand stand, they sucking dick like it's band camp
Call Web and then call Nitty
Queens niggas in it's all hoodies
Kidnapping and then rob niggas
Call D-rock for a biggie
Pussy ass lil rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon but I send niggas come snatch niggas
I'm with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School niggas get a GED
And I tease niggas make em B.E.G
Got a money fetish, imma fly to Venice
Got a big house I can play some tennis
Lil herb, what's good?
I'm a bad bitch and I fuck good
[Hook - Lil Herb:]
Know a couple niggas that's down to ride for a homicide
When it's drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I'm really wit' it
I'll drop his ass and then forget it
I'm the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it
[Verse 2 - Lil Herb:]
I'm a young nigga I be getting money
Take your bitch from you
And these niggas get no respect
I'mma stay 100 till I'm 6 under
Matter fact I gotta keep it 150
For every nigga that's gon come with me
I'm on rock block with a new semi and a blue Bentley and do 160
Smoke a lot a of weed
Like fuck gimmicks, put a dutch in me
Got a 40 on me, I don't trust any
And if any nigga ever try to end me
I'mma die shooting praying God forgive me
You too busy hating you can't get no paper, why are ya'll so silly?
Straight killers I can call so many
I don't love no bitches but my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
I'm in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standing in the streets with tools
Where I'm from we don't play no games
Ain't no April fools, you will make the news
Where I hang we don't say no names
If you talk to cop I stay away from you
Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
You'll be out the station in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Leave the domination on my way to greatness
Don't put yourself up in a situation
Putting my relations in your conversations
Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
You get my position nigga better take it
Know some young bulls from a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old shit, killing your shit
On a couple tracks i just never played it
Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
Pussy nigga you don't want war I got old clips bitch I'm Baron Davis
[Hook - Lil Herb]
[Lil Herb:]
Gang, gang, gang shit man you already know I'm rocking man. This is G Herbo shout out Nicki Minaj you know man. SB just gave me the nine with the green, Beans just gave me the green light. Letting niggas have it man we pulling up anywhere wetting shit man. Got 50s in them Tecs, 50s in them Mecs man, 30s in them Glocks. 17 shot Berettas all that shit man. Sawed offs, pumps man what you want? How you want it, where you want, where you want it, lets get it. And I ride Dolo from state to state even when I ain't 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens, lets get it
[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh-huh I always got a trick up my sleeve. I might give you a new trick every week till this album drop, I don't know. I figured they want some more, I'mma give you some more. Ask Web if I wasn't taking them trips, what up nigga?
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:57
"Click Clack"
[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was tought to only reach
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clack mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear dat
[Verse 1:]
They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at da garden
[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm over seas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey want cain like erica... please
Brotha your money young like goverment cheese
Dese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy wen I hopin out da brincks truck
And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entrance
Dese old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon play da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen
[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 2:]
Dey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout da tod
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin
I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 in
Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friendz on your myspace
Stay in a childs place... Check da timin
I roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
U on a flight, I be bakin on islands
Mami your accent sound faker den Dylan
MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem
[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey ain't got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of y song
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound
June, turn me up... mic check... ?
Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da clique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt
[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was tought to only reach
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clack mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear dat
[Verse 1:]
They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at da garden
[You must be registered and logged in to see this link.] draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm over seas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey want cain like erica... please
Brotha your money young like goverment cheese
Dese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy wen I hopin out da brincks truck
And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entrance
Dese old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon play da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen
[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 2:]
Dey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout da tod
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin
I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 in
Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friendz on your myspace
Stay in a childs place... Check da timin
I roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
U on a flight, I be bakin on islands
Mami your accent sound faker den Dylan
MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem
[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey ain't got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of y song
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout Biceps
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound
June, turn me up... mic check... ?
Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da clique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt
[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:57
"Come On A Cone"
Uhh! Unghh!
Bitches ain't serious, man these bitches delirious
All these bitches inferiors, I just pimp my interiors
I just pick up and go, might pick up a hoe
Might give conversation, if you kick up the dough
Never mind my money; never mind my stacks
Every bitch wanna be me, you can find 'em in Saks
"Pink Friday" two milli, "Super Bass" triple plat
When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I'm winning
Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
And if they don't get Nicki, it just won't be the same
When I'm sitting with Anna, I'm really sitting with Anna
Ain't a metaphor punchline, I'm really sitting with Anna!!
Front row at Oscar de la Renta posture
Ain't a bitch that could do it, not even my impostor
Put these bitches on lockout, where the fuck is your roster?
I pull up in that new new, marinara and pasta
[Chorus:]
Shake my head yo I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
Got the certification, cause it come with the stone
But this ice is so cold, It should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, It should come on a cone
And my ice is so cold, It should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, It should come on a cone
Cause my ice is so cold, It should come on a cone
7-Up went and gave, my commercial to Cee-Lo
But don't tell them I said it, let's keep it on the d-low
If you need you a look, just put me on your song
But you know it'll cost, about six figures long
But you bitches ain't got it, where the fuck is your budgets?
Flying spurs for hers; me I'm fucking above it
And I just got the ghost, and I'm calling it (Casper)
But this shit is so cold, it belong in Alaska
Why the fuck am I styling? I competes with myself
When you win against Nicki, you depleted your wealth
And I'm not masturbating, but I'm feeling myself
Paparazzi is waiting, cause them pictures'll sell
Now don't you feel a-stupid, yeah that's egg on your face
If you wasn't so ugly, I'd put my dick in yo' face!
[Singing] Dick in your face; put my dick in your face, yeah!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Ooohh-ooh, dick in your face [3x]
Put my dick in your face
Put my dick in your face, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah (YUH!)
Uhh! Unghh!
Bitches ain't serious, man these bitches delirious
All these bitches inferiors, I just pimp my interiors
I just pick up and go, might pick up a hoe
Might give conversation, if you kick up the dough
Never mind my money; never mind my stacks
Every bitch wanna be me, you can find 'em in Saks
"Pink Friday" two milli, "Super Bass" triple plat
When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I'm winning
Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
And if they don't get Nicki, it just won't be the same
When I'm sitting with Anna, I'm really sitting with Anna
Ain't a metaphor punchline, I'm really sitting with Anna!!
Front row at Oscar de la Renta posture
Ain't a bitch that could do it, not even my impostor
Put these bitches on lockout, where the fuck is your roster?
I pull up in that new new, marinara and pasta
[Chorus:]
Shake my head yo I'm mad, ain't a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
Got the certification, cause it come with the stone
But this ice is so cold, It should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, It should come on a cone
And my ice is so cold, It should come on a cone
It should come on a cone, It should come on a cone
Cause my ice is so cold, It should come on a cone
7-Up went and gave, my commercial to Cee-Lo
But don't tell them I said it, let's keep it on the d-low
If you need you a look, just put me on your song
But you know it'll cost, about six figures long
But you bitches ain't got it, where the fuck is your budgets?
Flying spurs for hers; me I'm fucking above it
And I just got the ghost, and I'm calling it (Casper)
But this shit is so cold, it belong in Alaska
Why the fuck am I styling? I competes with myself
When you win against Nicki, you depleted your wealth
And I'm not masturbating, but I'm feeling myself
Paparazzi is waiting, cause them pictures'll sell
Now don't you feel a-stupid, yeah that's egg on your face
If you wasn't so ugly, I'd put my dick in yo' face!
[Singing] Dick in your face; put my dick in your face, yeah!
[Chorus]
[Outro]
Ooohh-ooh, dick in your face [3x]
Put my dick in your face
Put my dick in your face, yeah yeah
Yeah yeah
Yeah yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah (YUH!)
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:57
"Cuchi Shop"
[Talking:]
Welcome to Star Box
Yeah shawty I'm tryna get me some thick thighs and some chinky eyes.
I need a real good box
Oh ok
A real good box.
Okay, aye yo Nick!
Yo?
Yeah shawty out here want umm a [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]
Oh, alright tell him to come around to my window, I got him it's nuffin.
Oh alright.
And yo you know the slogan right?
Yeah, I know how it go
Pussy by any means.
[Chorus:]
First I take they order at the Cuchi Shop
Then I send 'em a girl that can make her coochie pop
And then I smuggle all my money through the ? spot
(Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam.)
And there ain't no returns at the Cuchi Shop
We don't wanna hear it burns at the Cuchi Shop
Just listen and you'll learn at the Cuchi Shop.
(Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam.)
[Verse 1:]
What you need thick thighs and some chinky eyes?
Super size all your sides like your biggie fries.
For a better prize you can get some better pie
Strawberry, apple, cherry even lemon lime.
What you want them B cups or them C cups?
For your ice cream, chocolate or butter P cups?
French vanilla threesomes that come in D cups
They eat each other but otherwise they don't eat much.
I'm bout that fast money, money ain't got no patience.
But if them boys come run like you on probation
Listen up, I'm a send ya to the location
Write it down, take a picture, make a notation.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Relax lil nigga cut the bull (cut it out)
We tax niggas no deductible (get it out)
So what it is? What it ain't? Nigga state ya name.
You know we got them umbrellas if ya make it rain.
So what you want them good girls or them bad ones?
I got them girls make ya wish ya never had none.
Cause you'll be spending beaucoup in my spot shawty.
This nigga acting brand new like he just bout it.
Up and away like Mighty Mouse
You can say I am the rap game Heidi Fleiss
Cause my flow crazy, Hussein like Sadam
You getting it? I got 'em, I'm the rap bitch madam,
I'm the madam!
[Chorus]
[Talking:]
Welcome to Star Box
Yeah shawty I'm tryna get me some thick thighs and some chinky eyes.
I need a real good box
Oh ok
A real good box.
Okay, aye yo Nick!
Yo?
Yeah shawty out here want umm a [You must be registered and logged in to see this link.]
Oh, alright tell him to come around to my window, I got him it's nuffin.
Oh alright.
And yo you know the slogan right?
Yeah, I know how it go
Pussy by any means.
[Chorus:]
First I take they order at the Cuchi Shop
Then I send 'em a girl that can make her coochie pop
And then I smuggle all my money through the ? spot
(Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam.)
And there ain't no returns at the Cuchi Shop
We don't wanna hear it burns at the Cuchi Shop
Just listen and you'll learn at the Cuchi Shop.
(Up in the Phantom, have you wishing you had 'em, I'm the madam.)
[Verse 1:]
What you need thick thighs and some chinky eyes?
Super size all your sides like your biggie fries.
For a better prize you can get some better pie
Strawberry, apple, cherry even lemon lime.
What you want them B cups or them C cups?
For your ice cream, chocolate or butter P cups?
French vanilla threesomes that come in D cups
They eat each other but otherwise they don't eat much.
I'm bout that fast money, money ain't got no patience.
But if them boys come run like you on probation
Listen up, I'm a send ya to the location
Write it down, take a picture, make a notation.
[Chorus]
[Verse 2:]
Relax lil nigga cut the bull (cut it out)
We tax niggas no deductible (get it out)
So what it is? What it ain't? Nigga state ya name.
You know we got them umbrellas if ya make it rain.
So what you want them good girls or them bad ones?
I got them girls make ya wish ya never had none.
Cause you'll be spending beaucoup in my spot shawty.
This nigga acting brand new like he just bout it.
Up and away like Mighty Mouse
You can say I am the rap game Heidi Fleiss
Cause my flow crazy, Hussein like Sadam
You getting it? I got 'em, I'm the rap bitch madam,
I'm the madam!
[Chorus]
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:57
"Cupid's Got A Gun"
(with Shanell)
[Shanell]
You watched me fall
Stood over me as I hit the ground
Then he whispered his name in my ear
Such a dark familiar sound
[Shanell - Chorus]
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Now who said he's a lover
Really he's a murderer
[Nicki Minaj]
Why you crush, crush, crush my heart?
Why when I leave you crush my car (?)
Why you crush, crush, crush my heart?
Why when I leave you crush my car (?)
mma put on my long poofy skirt
Man I should have known he would do me dirt
So miserable i’ma stomp through the puddle
Cupid’s got a weapon gotta part with the devil
Tell him that i’m done tell him that i’m not here
Hit him with the lamp i’ma hit him with a chair
throw two sign im done with son
slo mo as the bullet raise from the gun.
[Shanell]
I I I I thought I could trust him
But I I I I didn't see it coming
Cos cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Now who said he's a lover
Really he's a murderer
I should have known
By the way he took my breath away
And the way he held me
Often hurt me
He told me love was pain
I saw the winding road
Spinning out of control
Surrendered to his wrong direction
Now I don't know where to go
Cos cupid's got a gun
Cupid's got a gun
Now who said he's a lover
Really he's a murderer
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Now who said he's a lover
Really he's a murderer
(with Shanell)
[Shanell]
You watched me fall
Stood over me as I hit the ground
Then he whispered his name in my ear
Such a dark familiar sound
[Shanell - Chorus]
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Now who said he's a lover
Really he's a murderer
[Nicki Minaj]
Why you crush, crush, crush my heart?
Why when I leave you crush my car (?)
Why you crush, crush, crush my heart?
Why when I leave you crush my car (?)
mma put on my long poofy skirt
Man I should have known he would do me dirt
So miserable i’ma stomp through the puddle
Cupid’s got a weapon gotta part with the devil
Tell him that i’m done tell him that i’m not here
Hit him with the lamp i’ma hit him with a chair
throw two sign im done with son
slo mo as the bullet raise from the gun.
[Shanell]
I I I I thought I could trust him
But I I I I didn't see it coming
Cos cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Now who said he's a lover
Really he's a murderer
I should have known
By the way he took my breath away
And the way he held me
Often hurt me
He told me love was pain
I saw the winding road
Spinning out of control
Surrendered to his wrong direction
Now I don't know where to go
Cos cupid's got a gun
Cupid's got a gun
Now who said he's a lover
Really he's a murderer
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Cupid's got a gun
And he shot me with it
Now who said he's a lover
Really he's a murderer
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:58
"Curious George"
Yo why dese bitches in the game gettin serious for I was just playin wen I said you
Looked like curious george I mean I was in da SL ice on da bez-el I ain't mad at you
Lil mama you a sketel I'm a winna you dat think dat start with a es L rhyme with a cruzer
End with a r-ra yup your a loser I am a super star-a f.a.b.o I do it like tacara (f.a.b.o) cause
Ya sum dylon hoes try to fuck up ma band I fucks with nylon hoes I got da pumps an
Da bumps da pumps in da trunks incase I gotta spaz an blast you mudda cunts (blaaa)
I had 2 laugh at dat 1 bitch get outta line I'm a slap da fat one (ooh) I'm such a maniac
Where wayne at I'm tryna get sum brianiac (ooh) I gets down like wen niggs is shootin
Mami I style wild like wen niggas is lootin hoes is mad cause hoes is loosin dey do alot
Of walkin I do alot of cruzin put da top in da back of da trunk take off ma shoe slap
A bitch with da back of da pump I ain't neva had a problem givin bitches da business
Pop bitches in da eye like a finish ma spinach all ma newyork broads spend chips in
Da village hopped out da yellow cab oops da yellow jaguar girls don't like me guess
It's da swagger don't talk 2 me bout chicks got skills shes alrite but shes not real listen
Big homey I'm dat deal I say I body bitches means dat bitch got killed ridin da base
Line like I'm quil o'neal now how many bitches do it take 2 knock me down you no
Bitches gone hate but I don't giva fuck who you bodied on tape I'm in to movin weight
Mami in an out of state let's get it now how many bitches do it take 2 knock me down you no
Bitches gone hate but I don't giva fuck who you bodied on tape I'm in to movin weight
Mami in an out of state let's get it now
Yo why dese bitches in the game gettin serious for I was just playin wen I said you
Looked like curious george I mean I was in da SL ice on da bez-el I ain't mad at you
Lil mama you a sketel I'm a winna you dat think dat start with a es L rhyme with a cruzer
End with a r-ra yup your a loser I am a super star-a f.a.b.o I do it like tacara (f.a.b.o) cause
Ya sum dylon hoes try to fuck up ma band I fucks with nylon hoes I got da pumps an
Da bumps da pumps in da trunks incase I gotta spaz an blast you mudda cunts (blaaa)
I had 2 laugh at dat 1 bitch get outta line I'm a slap da fat one (ooh) I'm such a maniac
Where wayne at I'm tryna get sum brianiac (ooh) I gets down like wen niggs is shootin
Mami I style wild like wen niggas is lootin hoes is mad cause hoes is loosin dey do alot
Of walkin I do alot of cruzin put da top in da back of da trunk take off ma shoe slap
A bitch with da back of da pump I ain't neva had a problem givin bitches da business
Pop bitches in da eye like a finish ma spinach all ma newyork broads spend chips in
Da village hopped out da yellow cab oops da yellow jaguar girls don't like me guess
It's da swagger don't talk 2 me bout chicks got skills shes alrite but shes not real listen
Big homey I'm dat deal I say I body bitches means dat bitch got killed ridin da base
Line like I'm quil o'neal now how many bitches do it take 2 knock me down you no
Bitches gone hate but I don't giva fuck who you bodied on tape I'm in to movin weight
Mami in an out of state let's get it now how many bitches do it take 2 knock me down you no
Bitches gone hate but I don't giva fuck who you bodied on tape I'm in to movin weight
Mami in an out of state let's get it now
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:58
"Dang A Lang"
Excuse Me Can I See Your Dang A Lang Brother
I Mean You Know Just Juggle Your Balls Like The Ringalin Brothers
I'm The Harajukku Barbie I Ain't Tripping On Your Chain
I Mean Look I Got The Sports Package On My Range
I Just Dip In The Pink For The Pink Effect
D-Diamonds On My Neck For The Link Effect
And I Was Wondering If I Can Lip sync on that
You Know My Name Rings
Ring Tinkle Bells
WaWatch (Check)
Chain (Check)
They Be On A Rain Check
I Be On The Move
They Be Reaching But They Can't Catch
I Be With The Baddest Bitch
On The Island Styling
Black Miley cyrus Saying Hi To Pirates
I Be Singing Them Ballads
When He Tossing My Salad
When I Pet My Parrot All You See Is
Colorful Carrots
I Be Singing Them Ballads
When He Tossing My Salad
When I Pet My Parrot All You See Is
Colorful Carrots
Oh!
Excuse Me Can I See Your Dang A Lang Brother
I Mean You Know Just Juggle Your Balls Like The Ringalin Brothers
I'm The Harajukku Barbie I Ain't Tripping On Your Chain
I Mean Look I Got The Sports Package On My Range
I Just Dip In The Pink For The Pink Effect
D-Diamonds On My Neck For The Link Effect
And I Was Wondering If I Can Lip sync on that
You Know My Name Rings
Ring Tinkle Bells
WaWatch (Check)
Chain (Check)
They Be On A Rain Check
I Be On The Move
They Be Reaching But They Can't Catch
I Be With The Baddest Bitch
On The Island Styling
Black Miley cyrus Saying Hi To Pirates
I Be Singing Them Ballads
When He Tossing My Salad
When I Pet My Parrot All You See Is
Colorful Carrots
I Be Singing Them Ballads
When He Tossing My Salad
When I Pet My Parrot All You See Is
Colorful Carrots
Oh!
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:58
"Dead Wrong"
You be yellin boom boom
when yah really pum pum
See my flow hotter then noon in june june
If Biggie was alive he sign me
Im the New Edition like Bobby & Ronnie
Just give me the beat & a bottle of Dasani
& I dont need Clyde
Im a boss Fuck a Bonnie
Yah digg?
Religious like the preachers
Came here to warn yah
Listen bitches I'm the teacher
Go sit in the corner
How many Times I gotta spit
Till they noe that I'm the bitch
Im flyer Den a maget
Im on sum shit
1st they love you then they switch
Yea they switch like fagets
Thats why I keep the lama
In Gabana Fabric
Im the shit
Should be in pampers
Like Markie Bizz
Give anybody the business
Like hers or his's
Cuz my flow tighter then them virgin bitches
you noe them asalamlakum dem Persian bitches
& if you miss me I'm swervin 6's
Got damn aint even pregnant but I'm birthin bitches
Cuz I got Flavor like that girl
Delicious
Stop actin Like you a killa with them girly disses bitches
I aint johnny but my my my
she want it with me tell her fi bloodclot try
you aint through I'm the truth you a lie
My whole borough yellin out boom bye bye
cuz when I seen her she was shakin in her boots
When Nicki came thru she was throwin up her duce
Slap her then I asked her wats my name
She said N.I.C
The president of the NYC
Yah dead wrong
These bitches is buns
You got it going on
Aye Yung Nic yah dead wrong
Okay.
Chea!
Dirty money nigga wha?
When I do it it's done & goddid it I won nigga - I'm dead wrong
My nigga patty to the dupe, nigga catty to the coupe nigga chea ya dead wrong
My nigga diggs on the board, Oh lordy on the board nigga ya dead wrong..
You be yellin boom boom
when yah really pum pum
See my flow hotter then noon in june june
If Biggie was alive he sign me
Im the New Edition like Bobby & Ronnie
Just give me the beat & a bottle of Dasani
& I dont need Clyde
Im a boss Fuck a Bonnie
Yah digg?
Religious like the preachers
Came here to warn yah
Listen bitches I'm the teacher
Go sit in the corner
How many Times I gotta spit
Till they noe that I'm the bitch
Im flyer Den a maget
Im on sum shit
1st they love you then they switch
Yea they switch like fagets
Thats why I keep the lama
In Gabana Fabric
Im the shit
Should be in pampers
Like Markie Bizz
Give anybody the business
Like hers or his's
Cuz my flow tighter then them virgin bitches
you noe them asalamlakum dem Persian bitches
& if you miss me I'm swervin 6's
Got damn aint even pregnant but I'm birthin bitches
Cuz I got Flavor like that girl
Delicious
Stop actin Like you a killa with them girly disses bitches
I aint johnny but my my my
she want it with me tell her fi bloodclot try
you aint through I'm the truth you a lie
My whole borough yellin out boom bye bye
cuz when I seen her she was shakin in her boots
When Nicki came thru she was throwin up her duce
Slap her then I asked her wats my name
She said N.I.C
The president of the NYC
Yah dead wrong
These bitches is buns
You got it going on
Aye Yung Nic yah dead wrong
Okay.
Chea!
Dirty money nigga wha?
When I do it it's done & goddid it I won nigga - I'm dead wrong
My nigga patty to the dupe, nigga catty to the coupe nigga chea ya dead wrong
My nigga diggs on the board, Oh lordy on the board nigga ya dead wrong..
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:58
"Dear Old Nicki"
[Verse 1]
Maybe you died 'cause everybody ask me where you at
I try to channel you in hopes that I could steer you back
But it's like every intersection we just missed each other
You got your fans waiting tell me you ain't 6 feet under
And tell me that you're coming back and you just took a break
Maybe I blamed you for everything that was my mistake
In hindsight I loved your rawness and I loved your edge
'Cause it was you who talked me down from jumping off the ledge
Your earrings bamboo, your long nails too
Your BMW every time you came through
You was the brave heart
You stole Wayne heart
You never switched it up
You played the same part
But I needed to grow
And I needed to know
Were there some things inside of me that I needed to show?
So I just deaded you
Left you in all black
But dear old Nicki
Please call back
[Chorus]
You told me you'd come when I needed you
And you said it so sweetly I believed you
But I'm standing here calling I can't see you
But I am holding you, holding you, holding you to that
[Verse 2]
Yo, did I chase the glitz and glamour
Money, fame and power
'Cause if so that will forever go down my lamest hour
I should've kept you with me getting at them nameless cowards
There was no match for you, couldn't defeat your powers
I had to make them changes, I hope you understood
You see for every bad, I did a ton of good
But you was underground, and I was mainstream
I live the life now, that we would daydream
My only wish is you come enjoy it with me
Get on them conference calls, go meet the lawyers with me
The money came, yeah, tripled and quadrupled it
But I still miss us when we was just on some stupid shit
And it's still fuck the media
They ridiculed you, never believed in you
They just deaded you
Left you in all black
But dear old Nicki
Please call back
[Chorus]
You told me you'd come when I needed you
And you said it so sweetly I believed you
But I'm standing here calling I can't see you
But I am holding you, holding you, holding you to that
And yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
And, yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
And yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
To that
And yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
And, yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
And yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
To that
[Verse 1]
Maybe you died 'cause everybody ask me where you at
I try to channel you in hopes that I could steer you back
But it's like every intersection we just missed each other
You got your fans waiting tell me you ain't 6 feet under
And tell me that you're coming back and you just took a break
Maybe I blamed you for everything that was my mistake
In hindsight I loved your rawness and I loved your edge
'Cause it was you who talked me down from jumping off the ledge
Your earrings bamboo, your long nails too
Your BMW every time you came through
You was the brave heart
You stole Wayne heart
You never switched it up
You played the same part
But I needed to grow
And I needed to know
Were there some things inside of me that I needed to show?
So I just deaded you
Left you in all black
But dear old Nicki
Please call back
[Chorus]
You told me you'd come when I needed you
And you said it so sweetly I believed you
But I'm standing here calling I can't see you
But I am holding you, holding you, holding you to that
[Verse 2]
Yo, did I chase the glitz and glamour
Money, fame and power
'Cause if so that will forever go down my lamest hour
I should've kept you with me getting at them nameless cowards
There was no match for you, couldn't defeat your powers
I had to make them changes, I hope you understood
You see for every bad, I did a ton of good
But you was underground, and I was mainstream
I live the life now, that we would daydream
My only wish is you come enjoy it with me
Get on them conference calls, go meet the lawyers with me
The money came, yeah, tripled and quadrupled it
But I still miss us when we was just on some stupid shit
And it's still fuck the media
They ridiculed you, never believed in you
They just deaded you
Left you in all black
But dear old Nicki
Please call back
[Chorus]
You told me you'd come when I needed you
And you said it so sweetly I believed you
But I'm standing here calling I can't see you
But I am holding you, holding you, holding you to that
And yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
And, yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
And yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
To that
And yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
And, yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
And yes I'm holding you, holding you, holding you
To that
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:58
"Did It On 'Em"
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
All these bitches is my sons
And I'm a go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals I might break you off
And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator
Just let those bums blow steam, radiator
That was an earthquake bitch
Shitted on 'em
You got the ground shaking
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You bitches ain't fucking with her
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
You must have lost your fucking mind
Shitted on 'em
You must have bumped your fucking head
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
This stone is flawless, F 1
I keep shooters up top in the F 1
A lot of bad bitches begging me to F 1
But I'm a eat them rap bitches when the chef come
Those were fresh ones
More talent in my mother fucking left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the bitch def dumb
You ain't my son, you my motherfucking step son
I don't know what layaway look like
Shitted on 'em
Bitch, I can't even spell welfare
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You got me mistaken with your mother, hoe
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
We at the top bitch
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
All these bitches is my sons
And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix
Bitch I get money so I does what I pleases
I live where the motherfucking pools and the trees is
Broke bitches so crusty, disgust me
Gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the Duff-b
Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me (ew)
I'm the terminator
Bitch talk slick, I'm a have to terminate her
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed, I spray you with a germinator
Move back bugs, matter fact
You know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used to be here, now you're gone Nair
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
All these bitches is my sons
And I'm a go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals I might break you off
And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator
Just let those bums blow steam, radiator
That was an earthquake bitch
Shitted on 'em
You got the ground shaking
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You bitches ain't fucking with her
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
You must have lost your fucking mind
Shitted on 'em
You must have bumped your fucking head
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
This stone is flawless, F 1
I keep shooters up top in the F 1
A lot of bad bitches begging me to F 1
But I'm a eat them rap bitches when the chef come
Those were fresh ones
More talent in my mother fucking left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the bitch def dumb
You ain't my son, you my motherfucking step son
I don't know what layaway look like
Shitted on 'em
Bitch, I can't even spell welfare
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You got me mistaken with your mother, hoe
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
We at the top bitch
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
All these bitches is my sons
And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix
Bitch I get money so I does what I pleases
I live where the motherfucking pools and the trees is
Broke bitches so crusty, disgust me
Gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the Duff-b
Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me (ew)
I'm the terminator
Bitch talk slick, I'm a have to terminate her
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed, I spray you with a germinator
Move back bugs, matter fact
You know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used to be here, now you're gone Nair
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number 2's in the air
If you did it on 'em
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:59
"Dilly Dally"
[Talking:]
Nicki minaj, dirty money, I don't think ya'll understand what I'm about to do, I'm about to master these bitches man
[Verse:]
I used to dilly dally, now I dilly to calli
Used to push a pink dinali, now it's chevi impalis
I used to be broker than them niggas in alleys, now I get my work it out like biggidy bally
I sed to go hard, used cop the brim
Used to take the dolla car, used to shop at vim
Now I take it real easy, the hood believe me
I don't mean cover girl wen I say "easy breezy"
Jimeny cricket, let the master in, when it come to bad bitches I'm the last at kin
I'm bringin S.E.X.Y. B.A.C.K. if nicki ain't the best suck a D.I.C.K.
I'm young nicolas, my style rediculous
I herd your money funny, well mommy I'm ticklish
I gotta laugh. I gotta laugh at it
I always got crack I guess I'm a crack addict
[Talking:]
I don't know man, I think these bitches is real scared right now, like dam I got these bitches shaking in they boots man,
Dirty money, ayo pri, bring the next verse in my nigga
[Verse:]
I used to make a dollar stretch like a pilati, now I gotta play the potty n it's up in ginadi
Gotta push the masserati, candy paint on the body
Making money off the hobby, taking flicks in the lobby
I'm in the future, I'm ahead of my time
And you can't duplicate me I'm like one of a kind
They think I'm making fun of them when I b like nahh nahh nah nah
Thas the track lil mama look nahh nahh nah nah
Do wat I do it, like I do it for the tv
Bitches must be blind cause these bitches can see me
Do it all for gp, tell em to suck a pee pee
Monday LA tuesday I'm in DC
Get a ticket or u only get a snippet
If you write your lyrics lil mama I can dig it
I show u how I do it
What do s really magic
Abra cadab tricks are for kids silly rabbit
[Talking:]
Nicki minaj, dirty money, I don't think ya'll understand what I'm about to do, I'm about to master these bitches man
[Verse:]
I used to dilly dally, now I dilly to calli
Used to push a pink dinali, now it's chevi impalis
I used to be broker than them niggas in alleys, now I get my work it out like biggidy bally
I sed to go hard, used cop the brim
Used to take the dolla car, used to shop at vim
Now I take it real easy, the hood believe me
I don't mean cover girl wen I say "easy breezy"
Jimeny cricket, let the master in, when it come to bad bitches I'm the last at kin
I'm bringin S.E.X.Y. B.A.C.K. if nicki ain't the best suck a D.I.C.K.
I'm young nicolas, my style rediculous
I herd your money funny, well mommy I'm ticklish
I gotta laugh. I gotta laugh at it
I always got crack I guess I'm a crack addict
[Talking:]
I don't know man, I think these bitches is real scared right now, like dam I got these bitches shaking in they boots man,
Dirty money, ayo pri, bring the next verse in my nigga
[Verse:]
I used to make a dollar stretch like a pilati, now I gotta play the potty n it's up in ginadi
Gotta push the masserati, candy paint on the body
Making money off the hobby, taking flicks in the lobby
I'm in the future, I'm ahead of my time
And you can't duplicate me I'm like one of a kind
They think I'm making fun of them when I b like nahh nahh nah nah
Thas the track lil mama look nahh nahh nah nah
Do wat I do it, like I do it for the tv
Bitches must be blind cause these bitches can see me
Do it all for gp, tell em to suck a pee pee
Monday LA tuesday I'm in DC
Get a ticket or u only get a snippet
If you write your lyrics lil mama I can dig it
I show u how I do it
What do s really magic
Abra cadab tricks are for kids silly rabbit
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:59
"Doin It Well"
(feat. Jadakiss)
[Talkin: Jadakiss]
Ay yo yo yo Ay yo WHAT!
Muthafucka you know who it is, ya mean, you boi the muthafuckin everything
I'm everything, (HaHaHaaa) But we neither here nor there this is for ma muthafuckin beotchh
Nicki Minaj, Sucka Free, I love you baby, You know I'm lookin for you, you be dodging
Me, ya mean, you be in miami layin songs and all dat, But umm it's all good, ya'll
Niggas make sure ya'll ch-check this shit out right here, Sucka Free, Nicki Minaj, Spittin that
Shit for ya'll niggas and bitches, Ya dig, stop hidding from me to,
Sucka Free MuthaFucka WHAT!
[Talkin: Nicki Minaj]
Remixxxx
Ay yo Kiss look I mean you know m-my aka sit on ya favorite rapper face and shit you know like I mean you know
The question today is Who's my favorite rapper like everybody wanna know, ya mean
(Hahaha) Guess What? Your My Favorite Rapper.
[Verse:]
I'm a spit on it then I'm gonna sit on it You can fuck my girls to Daddy I'm a kindone it,
I'm a put my lips on ya lips, who's better, nigga you can ask Micheal Jack. who's badder,
You can lick it from the front you can lick it from the back, when I jiggle my ass you can do your lil' laugh,
(hahaha) You so funny Kiss, I wanted to fuck you since, you worked with that yummie bitch,
Anyway I got a tight lil' honey dip, that's why these niggas git tight when honey dip,
Niggas know my pussy taste like mango-tango, so they put a couple karats in my ankle bangle,
When my legs go back you can hear them jangle, wish ya pocket can't stop like a can of pringles,
Let me, grab the mic while I spit ya song (slurp slurp) uh six seconds Jadakiss your on,
Uh Uh On Uh Uh On Uh Uh Uh Uh Onnnnnnn!
[Chorus:]
Doin it and doin it and doin it well
I represent Queens, he was raised down in Yonkers
Doin it and doin it and doin it well [x3]
I represent Queens, he was raised down in Yonkers
(feat. Jadakiss)
[Talkin: Jadakiss]
Ay yo yo yo Ay yo WHAT!
Muthafucka you know who it is, ya mean, you boi the muthafuckin everything
I'm everything, (HaHaHaaa) But we neither here nor there this is for ma muthafuckin beotchh
Nicki Minaj, Sucka Free, I love you baby, You know I'm lookin for you, you be dodging
Me, ya mean, you be in miami layin songs and all dat, But umm it's all good, ya'll
Niggas make sure ya'll ch-check this shit out right here, Sucka Free, Nicki Minaj, Spittin that
Shit for ya'll niggas and bitches, Ya dig, stop hidding from me to,
Sucka Free MuthaFucka WHAT!
[Talkin: Nicki Minaj]
Remixxxx
Ay yo Kiss look I mean you know m-my aka sit on ya favorite rapper face and shit you know like I mean you know
The question today is Who's my favorite rapper like everybody wanna know, ya mean
(Hahaha) Guess What? Your My Favorite Rapper.
[Verse:]
I'm a spit on it then I'm gonna sit on it You can fuck my girls to Daddy I'm a kindone it,
I'm a put my lips on ya lips, who's better, nigga you can ask Micheal Jack. who's badder,
You can lick it from the front you can lick it from the back, when I jiggle my ass you can do your lil' laugh,
(hahaha) You so funny Kiss, I wanted to fuck you since, you worked with that yummie bitch,
Anyway I got a tight lil' honey dip, that's why these niggas git tight when honey dip,
Niggas know my pussy taste like mango-tango, so they put a couple karats in my ankle bangle,
When my legs go back you can hear them jangle, wish ya pocket can't stop like a can of pringles,
Let me, grab the mic while I spit ya song (slurp slurp) uh six seconds Jadakiss your on,
Uh Uh On Uh Uh On Uh Uh Uh Uh Onnnnnnn!
[Chorus:]
Doin it and doin it and doin it well
I represent Queens, he was raised down in Yonkers
Doin it and doin it and doin it well [x3]
I represent Queens, he was raised down in Yonkers
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:59
"Dreams '07"
As I sit back, relax, crack jokes for minute.
I think about the up and comers that could prolly get it.
I might go to jail for fucking with Hell Rell.
If he get I'll and pull on my ponytails.
I heard Maino life was like a movie
Set up the cameras, fuck him in the jacuzzi.
Freaky Zeeky that should be easy.
He just came home, I know he wanna bone. (I know he wanna bone)
(But what about J.R Writer) I'm a skill 'em
And when I wr-wr-write 'em, I'm a grill em.
The nigga Pap he might could fuck me. (Fuck me)
But I ain't tryna be dr-drippin' in Gino Green. (No Gino Green)
Tell Stack to bring the black card up.
But if I fuck him, would he, would he yell SQUAD UP!
Tell Rich Boy to send me a pink toy.
Throw sum d's on it and I might breath on it.
And when I'm in Philly, I gotta fuck Gilly.
Snatch his big mac and slap a bitch silly.
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude.
Put it in half way, Red Cafe.
Put the pussy on his record. (mhm, that tickles)
Uncle Murda can bring the handcuffs. (Why is that?)
I gotta watch out. Gotta get a rough neck. (Oh, I get it)
As for Gravy, he might could be. (He might could be)
You know them fat niggas love to eat. (He love to eat)
And when I wanna Nicki Minaj, who could it be?
It's them Yung Gunnaz, Chris and Lil' Nefee.
(Well Nicki, what about Fendi. He made you pop)
Tell 'em to kick rocks or give me some top.
I'm on my way to Jerz break ransom off.
(Slurp) Quench his thirst when my pants come off.
Murda Mook and Milz gon' have to battle.
Scoop who ever win and tell 'em to ski-daddle.
Run up on Mims, he could give me back shots.
(Come here) Dis is why
(mhm) Dis is why
(mhm) Dis is why I'm hot, nigga.
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude.
As I sit back, relax, crack jokes for minute.
I think about the up and comers that could prolly get it.
I might go to jail for fucking with Hell Rell.
If he get I'll and pull on my ponytails.
I heard Maino life was like a movie
Set up the cameras, fuck him in the jacuzzi.
Freaky Zeeky that should be easy.
He just came home, I know he wanna bone. (I know he wanna bone)
(But what about J.R Writer) I'm a skill 'em
And when I wr-wr-write 'em, I'm a grill em.
The nigga Pap he might could fuck me. (Fuck me)
But I ain't tryna be dr-drippin' in Gino Green. (No Gino Green)
Tell Stack to bring the black card up.
But if I fuck him, would he, would he yell SQUAD UP!
Tell Rich Boy to send me a pink toy.
Throw sum d's on it and I might breath on it.
And when I'm in Philly, I gotta fuck Gilly.
Snatch his big mac and slap a bitch silly.
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude.
Put it in half way, Red Cafe.
Put the pussy on his record. (mhm, that tickles)
Uncle Murda can bring the handcuffs. (Why is that?)
I gotta watch out. Gotta get a rough neck. (Oh, I get it)
As for Gravy, he might could be. (He might could be)
You know them fat niggas love to eat. (He love to eat)
And when I wanna Nicki Minaj, who could it be?
It's them Yung Gunnaz, Chris and Lil' Nefee.
(Well Nicki, what about Fendi. He made you pop)
Tell 'em to kick rocks or give me some top.
I'm on my way to Jerz break ransom off.
(Slurp) Quench his thirst when my pants come off.
Murda Mook and Milz gon' have to battle.
Scoop who ever win and tell 'em to ski-daddle.
Run up on Mims, he could give me back shots.
(Come here) Dis is why
(mhm) Dis is why
(mhm) Dis is why I'm hot, nigga.
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude. (I'm just playin'. But I'm sayin'.)
Dreams of fuckin' a rap rap dude.
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:59
"Easy"
(feat. Gucci Mane & Rocko)
("HOLIDAY SEASON!!")
[Gucci Mane]
Hot damn it it's a miracle, please adjust the temperature
I switched up the interior in my European 50
Damn Gucci lyrical, naw I ain't lyrical
But my bracelet is crazy but my necklace is a miracle
Blacker than Nigeria, with brand new material
Countin a quarter million while I'm pourin a bowl of cereal
Fresher than your ever were, richer than a year ago
with three dollars a Skittle but it's eight hundred a Cheerio
I was arrogant rude same color as a prune
Yellow chain look like the moon and my old school is maroon
VROOM! Hear it ert-ert when it skrrt
26's on the skirts, in a bird, with a flirt
You can jerk, I got twerk, I keep work, in my birds
I got bird, I got bricks, I got pounds of the herb
YEAAAAAAAHHHH - used to be my favorite word
Now my ice game is superb, so these hoes just be like BRR BRR!
[Chorus 2X: Nicki Minaj (Gucci)]
Y'all be tryin haaard (but it's easy)
Tighten up on yo' jooooob (cause it's easy)
I'm Nicki Minaaaaj (so be easy)
Gucci Mane and Rocko - (please believe it)
[Nicki Minaj]
Boom boom, 9-5-4 double R zoom zoom
I don't give a fuck about ya looney tune goons
Yellin poon poon when your really coon coon
I eat these rap bitches no fork no spoon
I'm Nicki, I been Nicki, I'm picky
I stay around the six like that little mouse Mickey
Ask Rocko, ask Gucci, ask Gucci Gucci bandana
I'm a star I'm the black Hannah Montana
I'm such a girl, I'm such a girly girl
I'm sippin on my milkshake with the swirly swirl
Excuse me mister put some cherries in my cups
I take my shirt off and watch the boys go nuts
The boys go nut, the boy-boys go nuts
All the dope boys all the boys wanna fuck
My niqqa S Beezy, keep my wrist breezy
Why would I go hard when this shit is so easy?
[Chorus]
[Rocko]
Hold up bitch!
Man I done stepped my swag up, don't fly commercial I'm private
Step my rank up, so SALUTE you fuckin private
'Member the days I used to keep my comb, in my pocket?
Now I'm with pilot smokin kush on auto-pilot
I jet on a boat and I 'on't even know how to drive it
But it's all gravy I just coast on auto-pilot
I'm on another coast, ye ain't even in my time zone (naw)
By the time you go to bed I'm gettin my shine on
Yeah it's all good baby go on and climb on
And ride like a rodeo, get your grind on
Tell how I spend money, I be gettin my grind on
Tell how I'm livin when I walk I got my nine on
Your girl lovin you but she with me know what her mind on
Don't make me do it hard and get it goin on some down homes
Watch pitch stats and he don't even have a dime on
Rocko the don, outta here, my time gone
[Chorus]
(feat. Gucci Mane & Rocko)
("HOLIDAY SEASON!!")
[Gucci Mane]
Hot damn it it's a miracle, please adjust the temperature
I switched up the interior in my European 50
Damn Gucci lyrical, naw I ain't lyrical
But my bracelet is crazy but my necklace is a miracle
Blacker than Nigeria, with brand new material
Countin a quarter million while I'm pourin a bowl of cereal
Fresher than your ever were, richer than a year ago
with three dollars a Skittle but it's eight hundred a Cheerio
I was arrogant rude same color as a prune
Yellow chain look like the moon and my old school is maroon
VROOM! Hear it ert-ert when it skrrt
26's on the skirts, in a bird, with a flirt
You can jerk, I got twerk, I keep work, in my birds
I got bird, I got bricks, I got pounds of the herb
YEAAAAAAAHHHH - used to be my favorite word
Now my ice game is superb, so these hoes just be like BRR BRR!
[Chorus 2X: Nicki Minaj (Gucci)]
Y'all be tryin haaard (but it's easy)
Tighten up on yo' jooooob (cause it's easy)
I'm Nicki Minaaaaj (so be easy)
Gucci Mane and Rocko - (please believe it)
[Nicki Minaj]
Boom boom, 9-5-4 double R zoom zoom
I don't give a fuck about ya looney tune goons
Yellin poon poon when your really coon coon
I eat these rap bitches no fork no spoon
I'm Nicki, I been Nicki, I'm picky
I stay around the six like that little mouse Mickey
Ask Rocko, ask Gucci, ask Gucci Gucci bandana
I'm a star I'm the black Hannah Montana
I'm such a girl, I'm such a girly girl
I'm sippin on my milkshake with the swirly swirl
Excuse me mister put some cherries in my cups
I take my shirt off and watch the boys go nuts
The boys go nut, the boy-boys go nuts
All the dope boys all the boys wanna fuck
My niqqa S Beezy, keep my wrist breezy
Why would I go hard when this shit is so easy?
[Chorus]
[Rocko]
Hold up bitch!
Man I done stepped my swag up, don't fly commercial I'm private
Step my rank up, so SALUTE you fuckin private
'Member the days I used to keep my comb, in my pocket?
Now I'm with pilot smokin kush on auto-pilot
I jet on a boat and I 'on't even know how to drive it
But it's all gravy I just coast on auto-pilot
I'm on another coast, ye ain't even in my time zone (naw)
By the time you go to bed I'm gettin my shine on
Yeah it's all good baby go on and climb on
And ride like a rodeo, get your grind on
Tell how I spend money, I be gettin my grind on
Tell how I'm livin when I walk I got my nine on
Your girl lovin you but she with me know what her mind on
Don't make me do it hard and get it goin on some down homes
Watch pitch stats and he don't even have a dime on
Rocko the don, outta here, my time gone
[Chorus]
Phase- Administrator
Datum rođenja : 03.04.1955
Re: Nicki Minaj - Tekstovi pesama
od Phase Uto 20 Okt 2020, 14:59
"Eazy"
(feat. Gucci Mane & Rocko)
[Verse: Gucci Mane]
Hot dammit it's a miracle, Please adjust the temperature, I switched up the interior in my european 50. Damn Gucci lyrical. Nah I ain't lyrical but my bracelet is crazy but my necklace is a miracle. Blacker than Nigeria, with brand new material counting a quarter million while I'm pouring a bowl of cereal, fresher than your ever were richer than a year ago with three dollars a skittle but it's eight hundred a cheerio. I was error and rude same color as a prune yellow chain look like the moon and my old school is maroon. Roon hearing ert-ert when it skert 26's on the skirt's and a bird with a flirt, you can tirt I got twerk I keep work in my birds I got bird I got bricks I got pounds of that herbs (YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHH) use to be my favorite word now my ice game is superb so them hoes can suck my dick
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Ya'll be tryin haaard (BUT ITS EASY), tightin up on yo jooooob (CAUSE ITS EASY).
I'm Nicki Minajjjjjj (SO BE EASY), Gucci Mane and rocko (PLEASE BELIEVE IT).
Ya'll be tryin haaard (BUT ITS EASY), tightin up on yo jooooob (CAUSE ITS EASY).
I'm Nicki Minajjjjjj (SO BE EASY), Gucci Mane and rocko (PLEASE BELIEVE IT).
[Verse: Nicki Minaj]
Zoom boom I'm 5'4 double R zoom zoom I don't give a fuck about ya looney tune goons yellin poon poon when your really coon coon. I eat these rap bitches no fork no spoon, I'm Nicki I been nicki I'm picky I stay around the six like that little mouse mickey. Ask rocko ask gucci... ask gucci, gucci bandana. I'm a star I'm the black hannah montana. I'm such a girl, I'm such a girly girl. I'm sippin on my milkshake with this swirly swirl excuse me mister put some cheeries in my cups.
I take my shirt off and watch the boyz go nuts! boys goes nuts boys-boys goes nuts all the dope boys all the boys wanna fuck. my niqqa S bezzy keep my wrist brezzy why would I go hard when this shit is soo easy
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Ya'll be tryin haaard (BUT ITS EASY), tightin up on yo jooooob (CAUSE ITS EASY).
I'm Nicki Minajjjjjj (SO BE EASY), Gucci Mane and rocko (PLEASE BELIEVE IT).
Ya'll be tryin haaard (BUT ITS EASY), tightin up on yo jooooob (CAUSE ITS EASY).
I'm Nicki Minajjjjjj (SO BE EASY), Gucci Mane and rocko (PLEASE BELIEVE IT).
(feat. Gucci Mane & Rocko)
[Verse: Gucci Mane]
Hot dammit it's a miracle, Please adjust the temperature, I switched up the interior in my european 50. Damn Gucci lyrical. Nah I ain't lyrical but my bracelet is crazy but my necklace is a miracle. Blacker than Nigeria, with brand new material counting a quarter million while I'm pouring a bowl of cereal, fresher than your ever were richer than a year ago with three dollars a skittle but it's eight hundred a cheerio. I was error and rude same color as a prune yellow chain look like the moon and my old school is maroon. Roon hearing ert-ert when it skert 26's on the skirt's and a bird with a flirt, you can tirt I got twerk I keep work in my birds I got bird I got bricks I got pounds of that herbs (YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHH) use to be my favorite word now my ice game is superb so them hoes can suck my dick
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Ya'll be tryin haaard (BUT ITS EASY), tightin up on yo jooooob (CAUSE ITS EASY).
I'm Nicki Minajjjjjj (SO BE EASY), Gucci Mane and rocko (PLEASE BELIEVE IT).
Ya'll be tryin haaard (BUT ITS EASY), tightin up on yo jooooob (CAUSE ITS EASY).
I'm Nicki Minajjjjjj (SO BE EASY), Gucci Mane and rocko (PLEASE BELIEVE IT).
[Verse: Nicki Minaj]
Zoom boom I'm 5'4 double R zoom zoom I don't give a fuck about ya looney tune goons yellin poon poon when your really coon coon. I eat these rap bitches no fork no spoon, I'm Nicki I been nicki I'm picky I stay around the six like that little mouse mickey. Ask rocko ask gucci... ask gucci, gucci bandana. I'm a star I'm the black hannah montana. I'm such a girl, I'm such a girly girl. I'm sippin on my milkshake with this swirly swirl excuse me mister put some cheeries in my cups.
I take my shirt off and watch the boyz go nuts! boys goes nuts boys-boys goes nuts all the dope boys all the boys wanna fuck. my niqqa S bezzy keep my wrist brezzy why would I go hard when this shit is soo easy
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Ya'll be tryin haaard (BUT ITS EASY), tightin up on yo jooooob (CAUSE ITS EASY).
I'm Nicki Minajjjjjj (SO BE EASY), Gucci Mane and rocko (PLEASE BELIEVE IT).
Ya'll be tryin haaard (BUT ITS EASY), tightin up on yo jooooob (CAUSE ITS EASY).
I'm Nicki Minajjjjjj (SO BE EASY), Gucci Mane and rocko (PLEASE BELIEVE IT).
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