Nicki Minaj – Come See About Me lyrics

[Verse 1]
Come, come see what I’ve been up to
Come, come see about me
I know you’ve had a lot of work to do
Oooh, you got used to things without me baby
Yeah, you got used to every thing I never did
You got sick of being sick of all my flaws
You got over all the pain I ever caused
And I didn’t mean it, no, but
[Pre-Chorus]
They say it’s all what you make it
Maybe it’s all in the making
Love’s always love, you can’t fake it
So please don’t try to deny me of it, no
You know my heart couldn’t take it
Maybe it’s all in the making
Love’s always love you can’t fake it
See baby, oooh you know I need you to…
[Chorus]
Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can’t always be about me
Just come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
I’m doing good boy
I’m up where we belong, yeah
You know I’m still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won’t hurt just to see what we could be
So come see about me, yeah
[Verse 2]
Want you to see how much I changed up
Oooh, I just hope I’m not too late
I know you’re hesitant about it but
I got a lot I wanna say to you
Hate that I could never measure up
Hate that I could never be the one you needed
‘Cause now I’m the one who needs you, but baby
[Pre-Chorus]
They say it’s all what you make it
Maybe it’s all in the making
Love’s always love, you can’t fake it
So please don’t try to deny me of that, no
You know my heart couldn’t take it
Maybe it’s all in the making
Love’s always love, you can’t fake it
See baby, ooh you know I need you to…
[Chorus]
Come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Know it can’t always be about me
Just come, come see about me (Right here)
Come, come see about me (Right here)
I’m doing good boy
I’m up where we belong, yeah
You know I’m still trying to find where we went wrong, yeah
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
It won’t hurt just to see what we could be
So come see about me, yeah
(About me, about me, about me, about me
About me, about me, about me, about me
About me, about me, about me, about me
About me, about me…)
[Chorus]
Come, come see about me (Come see)
Come, come see about me (Where are you?)
Know it can’t always be about me (Come see about me)
Just come, come see about me (Come see about me)
Come, come see about me (Come see about me)
I’m doing good boy (Come see about me)
I’m up where we belong, yeah (Come see about me)
You know I’m still tryna find where we went wrong, yeah (Come see about me)
So come, come see about me
Come, come see about me
Come, come, come see about me
Won’t hurt just to see what we could be
So come see about me, yeah

One Bit – Between You And Me lyrics

[Intro: Louisa]
I know there’s something going on between you and me
(I know)
Ooh, yeah
[Verse 1: Louisa]
We’ve been playing games that friends don’t play
I know ’cause my friends don’t look that way (Ooh, yeah)
If everyone left, I know you’d stay
And I know, I know it’s late (Ooh, yeah)
[Pre-Chorus: Louisa]
We don’t even need to get naked
Some roads don’t need to get taken
Already know, we’re gonna hold our stare until one of us breaks it
We’ve been playing games that friends don’t play
So let’s keep this between
Between you and me
[Chorus: Louisa]
I know there’s something going on between you and me
I love this secret little bond between you and me
It’s just so good that I don’t wanna make a scene
I-I-I just wanna keep it between
Between you and me
[Post-Chorus: Louisa]
Between you and me
Between you and me
Between you and me
I know there’s something going, going, going
[Verse 2: Louisa]
Don’t know if I’ll kiss you here tonight
Whenever you’re close, I feel your vibe
I’m doing things to you in my mind
Let’s just see what we might find
[Pre-Chorus: Louisa]
We don’t even need to get naked
Some roads don’t need to get taken
Already know, we’re gonna hold our stare until one of us breaks it
We’ve been playing games that friends don’t play (play, play)
So let’s keep this between
Between you and me
[Chorus: Louisa]
I know there’s something going on between you and me
I love this secret little bond between you and me
It’s just so good that I don’t wanna make a scene
I-I-I just wanna keep it between
Between you and me
[Post-Chorus: Louisa]
(Hey)
Between you and me
Between you and me
(Hey)
Between you and me
I know there’s something going on between you and me
[Bridge: Louisa]
I-I-I-I-I love this
It’s just so good
I-I-I-I-I love this
It’s just so good
I love this secret little bond between
Little bond between
I-I-I-I-I love this
It’s just so good
Ooh, yeah
Between you and me
I-I-I-I-I, hey
It’s just so good
[Chorus: Louisa]
I know there’s something going on between you and me
I know there’s something going on between you and me
I love this secret little bond between you and me
It’s just so good that I don’t wanna make a scene
I-I-I just wanna keep it between
Between you and me
Oooooh
[Outro: Louisa]
It’s just so good
Ooh, yeah
Between you and me
(Hey)
It’s just so good
I-I-I just wanna keep it between
Between you and me
Between you and me
Between you and me
I know there’s something going on between you and me
You and me, yeah
I know there’s something going on between you and me

Nicki Minaj – Run And Hide lyrics

[Chorus: Swae Lee, Young Thug & Future]
Fall off in the spot
Wait up, they gon’ do it while you drop
Metro! Yeah, it’s the sweep, I ain’t talkin’ when the dust fall
My winnin’ streak still hasn’t peaked, you little dust ball
Bitch I’m a star-ar, me and Swae Lee, yah, yah
G-Force flights, Chun-way on the runway, yah, yah
Riccardo Tisci in Milan, you see me modelin’, ah
Dinner with Kar-ar, dinner with Karl Lagerfeld, yah
Yeah, this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah
You’re used to taking pictures, I go raise the bar far
I’m bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, ah, ah
America’s Next Top Model, call me Yaya
E-everytime I score she gon’ hear them swishes, ah
Tell that bitch I’m in the league, she still play for Wichita
I piss hits broad, call me the swish God
The swish, swish God? Pull up with no top
If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain’t no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I’ma let my fin pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty Latin girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, “En garde!”
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, I’m me, I’m Barbie drippin’
DB9, Barbie whippin’
If he say he don’t want me back, he be lyin’
Bitch, I’m the sauce, Barbie dippin’, I’m the boss, Barbie sippin’
They keep tellin’ me work it, I ain’t got no chores
I’m all yours, Barbie kissin’, call the stores, Barbie shippin’
Out or indoors, baby, I’ma floss
Wet, why of course, Barbie tippin’, I endorse, Barbie strippin’
Mink carpet, but I ain’t got no flaws
Doors look like rings, Barbie sittin’, bad-da-bing, Barbie trippin’
Curve niggas like they arm in a sling
Hopped off the swing, Barbie swingin’, to the ring, Barbie blingin’
Good box, so he called Donna King
Who the fuck gon’ party with them dollies, no I never do the mollies, if I hate you then you probably gon’ sue
Who the fuck gon’ cop me with the body, always thinkin’ like a hottie, always saying what someone won’t do
Who the fuck gonna pull up in your city, looking every bit of pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew
Who the fuck gon’ beat him with a .22, if he don’t lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain’t no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I’ma let my fin pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty Latin girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, “En garde!”
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Thousand dollar massage
I don’t ever miss my mark
Anything I like goes in the cart
I might spend it all to prove a point
Rolling west coast, Arnold Schwarz
If she lick her lips then I’ma join
Indo I’ma spark
When I cash out, that’s her favorite part
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
They deliver my Lambo, all white with a tan bow
My body’s a work of art, he eatin’ this Van Gogh
I’m not in the bando, I’m Pablo Sandals
White beaches, candles, we sexin’, Anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all these niggas wanna cuff for? Yup, the swish God
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Hanging on my necklace, this ain’t no ski resort
Fall off in the spot, every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in park, I’ma let my fin pick you apart
Glowing in the dark, pretty Latin girls on board
Running with the marksmen, everything on point like, “En garde!”
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Mhm, shout out Giovanni
For doing that Barbie Tingz video, uh-huh
Nina Garcia, Stephen Gan, Elle mag yuh, uh-huh
I’m still on my Naomi shit
Wilhelmina Models tip
Weezy, Mack, Baby, Slim
Jay, I see you, Jean, Taz, Al, Sean G
Monte, Avery, Mapo, Jo, Katrina, Mike, Dave, Garry, Josh
Mmm…
Rap, Jigga, Kim, Wiz, [?], Khloé , Biggz
Juice, I see you Juice
Keep me rollin’ Juice
You’re in the middle of Queen right now, thinking
“I see why she called this shit Queen
This bitch is really the fucking queen!”
I love my fans, I love you so much A lot of Bloods, what you think they in the cut for?

Nicki Minaj – Coco Chanel lyrics

It’s like we know she dyin’
Bitch ain’t see Billboard in 2017
Had to drop Queen on ’em like a guillotine
All these jealous bitches on the jelly team
Keepin’ it a hundred, that’s a jelly bean
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh [Intro: Foxy Brown, Nicki Minaj & JBeatzzz]
Whole lotta gang shit
Beatz
Oh, uh, ugh, ayo Chun, ayo Chun
We back on that Coco shit, nigga, number one, uh
Whole lotta gang shit
Haha, every bitch bloodclaat, girl
Oh, ayy yo, uh, Brooklyn! [Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, if I’m in the Gurkha, then they in the back of it
If I tell ’em eat food, then they make a snack of it
If they take your cocaine then they make a crack of it
If they grab your gold chain then they make a plaque of it
Know we never lack on it, run up with the MAC on it
Put a couple racks on it, they gon’ put the whack on it
She got the Nicki bundles, word to Stack on it
That’s word to Brooknam, that’s word to Bucktown
That’s word to Harlem World, shout out to uptown
You know I shine on ’em, I spray sheen on ’em
That’s word to southside, Jamaica, Queens on ’em
I’m mad Queens on ’em, with mad schemes on ’em
I never scale back, the triple beams on ’em
My ice gleams on ’em, Wu-Tang creams on ’em
I pull up on the block bumpin’ Biggie “Dreams” on ’em
A nigga greased on ’em, but I freezed on ’em
I light breezed on ’em, I might breeze on ’em
Might do it like it’s Christmas and light trees on ’em
I see the copycats bitin’ my steez on ’em
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, he got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting
[Verse 2: Foxy Brown & Nicki Minaj]
Gimme some bloodclaat gunshots
Brooklyn where the fuck we at? Come make me dirty that
Puss dem I chat bout, back like I never left
Went down when I come ’round, all y’all bitches bow down
King fox, King Kong, back on my Trini, nigga
Valentino bling thong, all y’all bitches duck me, fuck
Nick, come fuck it up, bad gyal a back it up
Coco ‘pon my foot dem, C’s pon my likkle pretty red bow
See dem buss one for baby, see dem [?]
[?]
The bloodclaat [?]
Them bitches in them bum-ass Louis thigh highs
[?] clip [?]
Gun slingers, let me see y’all gun fingers
Y’all bitches dick riders
Little Nicki’s, little Inga [?]
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
He got me like a coco, yeah la coco
Ellas quieren coco, y yo tampoco
Never trust a broke hoe, don’t fuck with po-po
Numero uno, me llama Yoko
Pull up in them thing things and let them things fling
Niggas know my name ring, and it go “ding-ding”
If I get a inkling, the thing’ll sing-sing
Ain’t talkin’ ’bout the singer, the thing’ll sting-sting
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Foxy plus one, it’s me young Chun
And me, I can fuck up the place, I’m done
So tell ’em run, come and bring a lump sum
Ayo Fox, they don’t make us or break us, word to young guns
Put your hands up
Unless they ever do it, tell’ em fi recognize
Unuh dem fi fi real vibes
They call me Ms. Flatbush, Bed-Stuy
That’s my word to Big, I’ma murder them rasclaats
All black Chloe straps, gally I’ma skully to the back
Fuck my ratchet at? Bitch, but I don’t miss, bitch
Got real shooters, better D up, guys
Who me? I’m physically fine
Who she? Kick for my stomach, let’s go!

Nicki Minaj – Nip Tuck lyrics

[Intro]
Gave you everything, everything, everything, everything, everything
[Chorus]
Gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And that’s on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you (brr)
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you
[Verse 1]
Hmm
Saying used to curve to niggas like you
Skrr, skrr, swerve niggas like you
Even though I heard what you might do
I didn’t get concerned ’cause I liked you
But no, no, I can’t hide who you are
I can’t lie, it’s too hard (so hard, so hard)
I need more than what you got from me
You want a bad bitch, and new cars
[Chorus]
Darling, I give you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back (Take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And that’s on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you
[Verse 2]
I know how to flip niggas like you
I get petty and clip niggas like you
Fuck around and forget niggas like you
Promise I could never miss niggas like you
So no, no
Feeling’s fading away
I can’t hear what you say
I need more than what you got for me
You got a bad bitch, you won’t stay
[Chorus]
Darling, I give you everything, yeah
You gon’ need to take it all back (Take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And thats on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you, oh
[Verse 3]
Yo, give up on ’em, I don’t even wanna get up on ’em
And I ain’t tryna work it out
But I’m at the gym on a mat doin’ sits ups on ’em
You let yourself go, you don’t represent O’
So trust me just go
You settle for less, yo, you disrespectful
You were special, the new you just dull
So cut all that bull and nerve of me too
Come off my pedestal
Come off my pedestal, money off that edible
Which means them bags stacked high
You ain’t get the drive, my nigga ya pedal stalled
You said you wept uh, everyday a queen you slept on
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout your mattresses but um you the typa player I press eject on
I can’t believe you played for that long
I never re-respected nobody
I never needed you, you must’ve thought I did
I should have copped the stick but I’m teflon
Pressed on, headstrong, sex the bomb
Dreams of a bad bitch tryna F a don
If it’s word bond any one of sex icons
If he bust down, I don’t wanna waste my time
Who the fuck you thought you was, tryna stunt on Nick? Should have put you on blast like a gun on hip
But it’s okay, we gon’ keep secrets nigga
‘Cause a true bad bitch ain’t weak or bitter

Nicki Minaj – Ganja Burns lyrics

Now you just giddy
You made one dope beat, now you Kanye? You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that
If it’s really your passion would you give the world for that? You got about three stacks, now you André? You got a nigga named JAY, now you ‘Yoncé? You put a part in your fade, oh, you Nas, bae? Pick a K
[Chorus]
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (Mmm)
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
[Bridge]
See ya, see you
See ya, see you
[Outro]
To my surprise I saw you
To my surprise I knew you were Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit
At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfecting my craft
Still every team’s number one pick in the draft
You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day
Kobe, KD, Kyrie! [Verse 1]
Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns
(Who you gettin’ at, Nicki?)
Watch them cunts learn
Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
I move keys, but you hoes get one turn
Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn
I straighten all these bitches out with one perm
Who ever gassed ’em ain’t none of my concern
But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm
They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie
But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body
And that go for anybody, you’ll be thoroughly sorry
I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi
All my powers back now I’m scary to zombies
Bring the heat to a sizzle, I ain’t talking Kalonji
I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body
I ain’t giving, so don’t ask, I don’t lend my body
Gotta be king status to give a man my body
(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
Fuck, yeah, cause a Queen is what I embody, uh
[Chorus]
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
[Verse 2]
Yo, you can’t wear Nicki wig and then be Nicki
That’s like a fat nigga thinkin’ he can be Biggie
One rough ride, now you DMX and Swissy
One hot video, you hyped?

Nicki Minaj – Good Form lyrics

Everybody
Who you gotta see? Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Honestly, on my odyssey
I’m the baddest B, I don’t even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the ‘Bach
[Pre-Chorus 1]
See a bitch got more coins than a game room
So we ain’t ever hatin’ in TheShadeRoom
See I keep my sons in a playroom
So me and you ain’t ever in the same room
[Chorus]
I tell him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don’t ever cheat because I’m good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin’ push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he bite, he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I’m pullin’ up I’m in a good foreign
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good for him
Come on, come on, come on
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good for him
[Verse 2]
I slick, slick drop the top like nip slips
So he tryna smash like when the whip flips
I hit licks just to floss with this wrist
And when I leave my bitches we all say, “Kiss kiss!”
I’m in that new new De Larenta, tryna land Bugs Bunny
‘Cause all I want is karats and some big drug money
I’m only loyal to the niggas that’ll bust guns for me
The jig up, it’s a stick up, run me the money
[Refrain]
‘Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie Tingz
Bangin’ body B, everybody be on my D
Yo I gotta be in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back to the back, back to the back
Back to the back, back to the back
Who on Barbie D? [Intro]
Eardrummers
Uh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Uh, yo, hold up, hold up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
[Verse 1]
Yo hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
You see a bad bitch coming, tell yo ass to hold up
I’m in that new new meeting Nunu when I roll up
I told the valet, “Park my Benz and bring the Rolls up.”
Yo hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
He see me lookin’ pretty every time he scroll up
Might gotta let the blicky hit you if you stroll up
Now put your hands up, it’s a hold up
Run me the money
[Refrain]
‘Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie Tingz
Banging body B, everybody be on my D
Yo I gotta be in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back to the back, back to the back
Back to the back, back to the back
Who on Barbie D? Honestly, on my odyssey
I’m the baddest B, I don’t even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the ‘Bach
[Pre-Chorus 2]
See a bitch get more press than a key pad
Before you suck me off, get a knee pad
See I pull the strings like a tea bag
I’m prolly with my jeweler playin’ freeze tag
[Chorus]
I tell him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don’t ever cheat because I’m good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin’ push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he bite, he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I’m pullin’ up I’m in a good foreign
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good for him
Come on, come on, come on
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good for him
Come on Everybody
Who you gotta see?

Nicki Minaj – Chun Swae lyrics

A lot of bloods, what you think they in the cut for? [Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
[?]
Pull up with no top
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo I’m me, I’m Barbie dripping
DB9, Barbie whipping
If he say he don’t want me back, he be lying
Bitch I’m the sauce, Barbie dipping
I’m the boss, Barbie sipping
They keep telling working it, I ain’t got no chores
I’m all yours, Barbie kissing
Call the stores, Barbie tripping
Out or indoors, baby I’m a floss
Wet, why of course, Barbie tipping
I endorse, Barbie stripping
Mink carpet, but I ain’t got no flaws
Doors look like rings, Barbie sitting
By the bing, Barbie tripping
Curve niggas like they arms in a sling
Hot off the swing, Barbie swinging
To the ring, Barbie blinging
Good box, Zoey call [?] King
Who the fuck gon’ party with them dollies [?] you probably gon’ sew
Who the fuck gon’ cop me with the body, always thinking like a hottie, always saying what someone won’t do
Who the fuck gonna pull up in your city, looking every bit pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew
Who the fuck gon’ beat him with a 22, if he don’t lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God
[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Thousand dollar massage
I don’t wanna mess my [?]
Anything I like goes in the cart
Imma spend it all to prove a point
Rolling west coast on the [?]
If she like it imma let her hit off my joint
You know I’m a sport
When I cash out its her favorite part
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
They deliver my Lambo, all white with a tambo
My body is a work of art, he eating this Van Gogh
I’m not in the bando, I’m Pablo
Sandals, white beaches, candles
We sexing, anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all the niggas wanna cuff for? Yeah it’s the sweet, I ain’t talking when the dust fall
My winner streaks still hasn’t peaked you little dust ball
Bitch I’m a star-ar, me [?]
G-Force flights, catch me on the runway, yah, yah
[?] in Milan, you see me modeling, ah
Dinner with Car-ar, dinner with Car, like I fuck yah
Yeah this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah
You’re used to taking pictures, I go raise the bar far
I’m bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, yah, hay
America’s Next Top Model, call me, yah, yah
Everytime I score she gon’ hear them swishes, ah
Tell that bitch I’m in the lead, she still play for Wichita
I [?]
Call me the swish God
The swish, swish God? Yup the swish God? [Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Mhm, shout out Giovanni
For doing that Barbie Tingz video, uh-huh
[?], yuh, uh-huh
You still on my Naomi shit
[?] even the models tip
Weezy, Mac, Baby, Slim
Jay I see you,[?], Taz, Al, [?]
[?], Avery, [?], Katrina, Dave, Garry Josh
[?] Banks
Juice, I see you Juice
Keep me rolling Juice
You’re in the middle of Queen right now, thinking
I see why she called this shit Queen
This bitch is really the fucking Queen
I love my fans, I love you so much

Travis Scott – SICKO MODE lyrics

I’m the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue
[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Someone said
Pl—playin’ for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker—someone said
Don’t play us for weak
[Part III]
[Intro: Travis Scott, Drake, & Lil Juice]
Yeah
Astro, yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ay, ay
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy, yeah
[Verse 3: Drake, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block, (down the block) made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it’s sweet, (nah, nah) it’s on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin’ nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
That’s what I like, (yeah) that’s what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I’m Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I’m Book (ayy)
Wet like I’m Lizzie, I be spinnin’ Valley
Circle blocks ’til I’m dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? [Part I]
[Intro: Drake]
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin’ cold
That’s how we already know, winter’s here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That’s just all he know, he don’t know nothin’ else
I tried to show ’em, yeah
I tried to show ’em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode
[Part II]
[Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that’s Nike boys, hoppin’ out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it’s 4 AM and I’m back up poppin’ with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin’ fruits
And they chokin’, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose
[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Some—some—some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak
[Verse 2: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Uncle Luke]
Yeah, this shit way too formal, y’all know I don’t follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain’t got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put ’em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the booch
‘Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her “hop in, you comin’ too”
In the 305, bitches treat me like I’m Uncle Luke (don’t stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it’s just a roof, uh
She said “where we goin’?” I said “the moon”
We ain’t even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it’s just the pool
Now I got her open, it’s just the Goose
Who put this shit together? (yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I’m tryna clean ’em (yeah)
[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light
[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly, sendin’ texts, ain’t sendin’ kites, yeah
He said “keep that on lock”, I say “you know this shit, it’s stife”, yeah
It’s absolute, yeah (yeah) I’m back, reboot (it’s lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin’ off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back, she said she workin’ on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain’t by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
‘Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I’ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah

Nicki Minaj – Hard White lyrics

Uh
[Chorus]
Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
[Verse 2]
Ayo, just last week I told ’em they run done
My legacy could never be undone
I’m a prodigy, R.I.P Thun-Thun
Got these bitches shook, they shocked, no stun-gun
I’m the billy, billy goat, the goat, the goat’s here
Vintage Hermès by Jean Paul Gaultier
Lagerfeld customize my gold chair
I run the point, you bitches just go cheer
Uh, look at my knockoffs, I told ’em knock it off
Anything that Nicki do, you know they knock it off
Put my crown on again, and I’ma knock it off
Anything with Nicki in it, they gonna pocket off
I mean profit off, my plug drop it off
You see them copyin’ my hair, tell ’em, “Chop it off!”
Uh, bad gyal with the, top is off
You nuh see him downgrade when mi drop ’em off
Uh, I ain’t never played a hoe position
I ain’t ever have to strip to get the pole position
Hoes is dissin’? You might as well took the plea, uh
Be in the bando or would you rather move weight, Don Pablo? I don’t know, about a hundred-fifty
I’m who they wishin’ to be
These hoes is on the ‘Gram, Nicki pitchin’ the ki’
‘Bout to cop Neverland, Michael up in the tree
You got bars and still broke? [Chorus]
Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
[Verse 1]
Ayo, just last week I told ’em to pick a side
I bust shots, don’t duck if it don’t apply
Bae out in Paris, he told me to pick a ride
Sike, made you look, I still didn’t pick a guy
I’m the trophy of the game, everybody tryna win me
Me, Olivier, Jourdan Dunn, my baby, Winnie
Partying in Paris, these bitches is embarassed
‘Cause they know I’m the queen, I still didn’t pick an heiress
Mirror, mirror, who’s the fairest? Okay, these hoes is wishin’
You’re in no position to come for O’s position
I ain’t movin’ weight, but I’m in the dope position
I ain’t movin’ weight, but I’m in the dope position
[Chorus]
Work hard, just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
Now I’m gettin’ to it that way
(Straight up, straight up)
I ain’t coming through unless the bag straight
I used to work hard just to get half back
Used to work hard, just to get half back
[Outro]
W-w-w-w-w-work hard
W-w-w-w-w-work hard
J-j-just last week, I told ’em to pick a side
I-I-I bust shots, don’t duck if they don’t apply You the motherfucking fairest, Nicki
What I drop on this watch?

Quavo – Lamb Talk lyrics

Rrrah)
Run through the city, you think that you gettin’ it
You gon’ have to pay your percentage (hey)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
We’ll come get it with interest (go)
Niggas be dissin’ on Twitter and still believin’ they gon’ get a mention (Who?)
Fuck nigga, we’ll come get it (come get it)
You know we gon’ handle the business (yeah)
Niggas tried to hit me but they filed out (yeah)
Birds sing like Whitney and Bobby Brown house (brrt, yeah)
QC the new Cash Money Records now (yeah, go)
Whip it up, turn it up, pray they don’t turn it up
Pipe it up, live it up, give it up, give it up
Type it up, write it up, hit ’em up (woo), nigga can’t fight at us
Hit ’em up, really gon’ split ’em up
Diamond gon’, diamond gon’, diamond gon’ bite
Add it up, add it up, nigga, this a million bucks
Baby girl eat it up, eat it up
Ain’t nobody here rich as us, rich as us, uh
[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt)
[Verse 2]
Bad bitch, your highness (your highness)
Truck, green, sinus (snotty)
Welcome to Honcho World, the Migo Gang Dynasty (Dynasty)
Yeah, get your lil’ money for my niggas, minus it (go get it, go get it)
I promise you lil’ niggas don’t want the violence (no smoke, no smoke)
Migos scrap, issue silence (pshew, pshew, pshew)
It’s a shame, these young niggas drinkin’ Wocky (Wock’, Wock’)
And Quali
Me and Wop, we drinkin’ Act’ at one Follie’s (Guwop!)
They let me in with that Gat, know it’s just…
Designer clothes, flexin’, M.E.T. Gala carpet
Walk it like I talk it (walk it)
All these hoes stalkin’ (stalkin’)
Shake these haters off me (shake it)
You got a big mouth (big mouth)
Like a gator talkin’ (gator)
Then I take the pot, skrrt, skrrt
Fork it, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Gumbo, like I’m from New Orleans
Lil’ bitch said she hate me, fuck it, go and divorce me (fuck it)
I iced out her neck in A.P., but she won’t report it (she swear she down)
[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yuh)
Lamb talk (Lamb, yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, skrrt) (Who?)
We can’t back down (Who?)
Bodybag now (Who?)
Toe tag now (Who? [Intro]
Ayy
Buddah Bless this beat
[Chorus]
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lamborghini (woo)
Lamb talk, uh, yeah
Lamb talk, Lambo (skrrt)
Lamb talk (yuh)
Lamb talk (yeah)
Lamb talk, nigga
Lamb talk (skrrt, Honcho)
[Verse 1]
Bad mouth, agh
Rag talk (rag)
Bring that cash out (bag)
These bitches ass out (woah)
Who gon’ back down?

Nicki Minaj – Miami lyrics

[Interlude: Patty Duke]
Ayo, queen, got the customers out here man
They lovin’ this shit, man, they lovin’ this shit, man
Where you at man, where you at man? [Intro: Kodak Black]
I ain’t really finna tell y’all how to get away with murder and shit
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I flew in from Trinidad, peep this nigga pressin’
I think that he popped a molly ’cause look how he sweatin’
I’ma let my niggas rob him as soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can sit with me and Gretchen
It’s the biggest, a bitch ain’t cough one time
It’s the sickest, I don’t ever clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches, but of course I’m the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got shit movin’ out here, man
That these bitches ain’t fuckin’ wit’ you
They ain’t fuckin’ wit’ the team, man, all of ’em, man
‘Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy, that bag heavy
Niggas get the fuckin’ drop round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin’ it, always makin’ it, yerrr
Iconic shit, man We need you here, man, I know you in Miami
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties, that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you could take all of my bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on the yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I’m very sorry
You could call me Barbie, ’cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me, call me Halle
Since I finished her, my niggas call me the finale
I’m a busy bitch, I’m filthy rich, no time to polly
Ayo, swerve to the palace, this the queen like a [?]
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL, I’m doin’ it
Don’t get cute and ruin it, all my skill, I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don’t it
(It look easy don’t it, it look easy don’t it)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs, low-low on them Xannies
Nigga’s know my bitches petty, I ain’t talkin’ mani’s
Pull up with a lot of bodies, don’t forget the Addies
When I run up in the town, I ain’t chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties that come with a fatty
Too much money, I ain’t never need a sugar daddy
I’m the Belle of the ball, you could call me Patty
[Outro: Patty Duke]
Yo, Nick, what’s good?

Nicki Minaj – Sir lyrics

[Intro: Future]
Damn, damn, damn right
Huh? Hold up, yeah
I can see it
All this green, sir
Rollin’ weed, sir
Big ol’ rings, sir
Zaytoven
Metro Boomin want some more, nigga
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, headline tour, sir, with the bands, sir (band, sir)
I ain’t pressed, sir, over a band, sir (band, sir)
Get her a ticket, sir, she’s a fan, sir (fan, sir)
Can’t keep her man off my Instagram, sir (‘Gram, sir)
New slaves, but I’m still the master (master)
I’m whippin’ foreigns to make ’em go faster (faster)
Miss Aretha, I think I just passed her (passed her)
Icy Patek, tell ’em, “Kiss my ass, sir.” (ass, sir)
Pretty gang, sir, pretty gangster (gangster)
Said she was better than me, what a prankster (prankster)
He said, “You bad, Nicki,” I said, “Thanks, sir.” (thanks, sir)
Stay in some fresh prints, Ashley Banks, sir (banks, sir)
Call me A.I., sir, I’m The Answer (Answer)
I’m in the playoffs, sir, I advance, sir (advance, sir)
These niggas broke, they ain’t got no plans, sir (plans, sir)
I call ’em Sway, they ain’t got the answer (answer)
Ass shots, sir, with no chaser (chaser)
Pretty titties all up in his face, sir (face, sir)
They double tap, sir, it’s a fact, sir (fact, sir)
All the comments sayin’, “It’s a snack,” sir (snack, sir)
New bae, I’m his dirty dancer (dancer)
I said I wouldn’t but I took a chance, sir (chance, sir)
Ride him like a sled, Dasher, Prancer (Prancer)
I bust it open for him out in Cannes, sir (Cannes, sir)
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain’t allowed, sir
Yeah, Nicki Hendrixx
[Chorus: Future]
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin’ cash, sir, blowin’ cash, sir
Fuckin’ hoes, sir, fuckin’ hoes, sir
Ridin’ foreigns, sir, ridin’ foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
Cockin’ hammers, sir, cockin’ hammers, sir
Scuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir
[Verse 2: Future]
Automatic, sir, my bitch the baddest, sir (bitch bad)
I’m livin’ lavish, sir, fuck all the static, sir (fuck all the static)
Out on bond service, servin’ dope, sir
Where I’m from, sir, they’ll serve your mom, sir (serve your mom, sir)
Cocaina dealin’, jackboy, sir (jackboy)
Stars in the ceilin’, sir, dope in the attic, sir
Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir (drive faster)
Jeff Gordan sir, NASCAR, sir
Pluto my first name, Cash last name, sir
He wanna body, sir, you tryna get some stains, sir
[Chorus: Future]
On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir
Splurgin’ cash, sir, blowin’ cash, sir
Fuckin’ hoes, sir, fuckin’ hoes, sir
Ridin’ foreigns, sir, ridin’ foreigns, sir
Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir
Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir
[Outro: Future & Nicki Minaj]
Cockin’ hammers, sir, cockin’ hammers, sir
Found boss, sir, I have a drought, sir
Them bum bitches ain’t allowed, sir
Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir

Nicki Minaj – Thought I Knew You Lyrics

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t
I-I-I-I thought I knew you
Fuck baby I – I guess I didn’t
I-I-I thought you was down for real
Thought you would stick around for real
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Misconstrued your love (misconstrued your love)
You confused my love
You givin up (up)
On love (on love)
Not to lose my love (not to lose my love), yeah
[Pre-Chorus 1: Nicki Minaj]
Honestly I think this shit excites you
You love drama, it excites you
I-I liked you
I-I-I-I don’t think I’m talking to the right you
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you, girl)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew you)
Fuck baby I guess I didn’t
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real (for real)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
Tell me why you let me come inside for real
Nevermind, you were never mine for real
Hit my line, I’ma hit decline for real
I ain’t trying for a second time for real
[Pre-Chorus 2: The Weeknd]
Honestly, I think this shit excites you (excites you)
All that drama that you’re tied to (oh yeah)
You play the victim every time too
That shit came back and hit you times two
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & The Weeknd]
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (thought I knew ya baby)
Ha-ha-ha I guess I didn’t (guess I didn’t girl)
I-I-I-I thought I knew you (oh yeah)
Fuck baby I guess I didn’t
I-I-I thought you was down for real (down for real)
Thought you would stick around for real (’round for real)
I-I-I-I-I-I-I
[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
You broke my heart and now ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
You broke my heart nigga ever since
I just want them dead presidents
I just want them dead presidents
Yeah, I just want them dead presidents
Dead-dead presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents
Presidents-dents presidents

Destiny’s Child – No No No (Part 2 – Extended Remix) Lyrics

This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
This is the remix
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Boy I know you want me
I can see it in your eyes
But you keep on frontin’
Won’t you say what’s on your mind
Cause each and every time you need me
You give me signs
But when I ask you what’s the deal
You hold it all inside
If you wanna be with me
You gotta keep it real
Tell me what’s goin’ on
Tell me how you feel
Cause boy I know you want me
Just as much as I want you
So come and get my love
It’s all here for you, oh yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If you keep actin’ this way
You’re gonna lose my love
I ain’t got no time to play
You better hurry up
Cause every time I come around
Crews run around your way
I see you on the corner
But you don’t know what to say
When I walk up to you baby
You seem so shy
What’s the problem baby
Never had a girl like I (this is the remix)
I can see right through you
And you know you wanna be mine
So get your act together
Cause you’re running out of time
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You’ll be sayin’ no, no, no, no, no
When it’s really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Every time I see you with your boys
You pretend as if you don’t want me
When you get home you call me on the phone
And tell me how much you care
Yo, close your eyes, shorty
You’re guaranteed to be hypnotized
By the remix that Wyclef provides
I don’t care ’bout your size
Girl shake your thighs
All I’m tryin’ to do
In the hood is stay alive
Make a little money with Destiny’s Child
Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild
Like Texas, they movin’ like
No-limit soldiers
They went from a dream to the
Young supremes, sing it
This is the remix
Jeeps pumps this new remix
This is the remix
Jeeps pumps this new remix
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