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Nicki Minaj
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Uh, yeah, yo, yo Uh-oh, Nicki M sped-off in the BM With Patty Duke in the coupe behind her ‘Cause mami’s a rider, the heat beside her chickens wanna go against Prada Ya’ll must be jokin’ I don’t care if you think you Blood or you local Mami, go against Nicki, have your [?] roasting The poster girl of Queens, don’t forget that ‘Cause it’s the Scooby Doody of rap when I spit, brrap Done when I’m through spittin’ Leave clips in your head like a beautician Boo, listen, i’m not your average rap chick in the game I told you i’m rap slash actess in the game Yup, Nicki all about the fortune and famе Got my n***a Seven Up with the torch to your brain, it’s nothing Shе too pretty, skilled but yet gritty Packed the twin blizzy, yes I gets busy Oh no, who is she? Pardon me for not explaining my name I’m Nicki Mirag, on top of my game And chicks and dudes be plottin’ the same That’s why I keep the hidden cam ontop of the range Check it, yo, check it Yo, it’s the next eppisode We ‘bout to wreck the show Wake up, f my ice, neck still dripped with gold Text so [?] Even if I go plat’, neck still dripped with gold New Jack the Ripper in the back with a stripper With the hash and the liquor With the stash and the dipper No cash game is sicker No pa**ion to kiss her Whatchu tryna do? Pump that, Lou, i’m tryna smash her and forget her C’mon, Hypnotiq to the gut, six bottles in the trunk Six models in the [?], quick model, that’s what’s up Money over b*t*hes, don’t f**k with you snitches in the cut like the st**ches In the gut of your b*t*hes Ain’t she giving knowledge, my nuts she done pollished Everything is Chris Wallace to the papers, damn she caught the vapors She said my man is like the Knicks and I’m the Lakers Yo, I’m tryna make these millions God, feel what I’m saying? Either rapping or clappin’ [?] I’m rap animal, call me Doctor Doolittle Mess with me, dawg, your doc will do little The wrists look like two bags of blue skittles And don’t reach [?] the [?] and split ya Pro tools’ll get ya and i do flow man And i’m not R Kelly, I don’t do 16’s I might spit 30, might snap you a 60 F your crew, chump, i’ll eat your whole city And then sh*t them out, you know the kid is out Tangerine, quarter to 8, get it out I plan to act up so ya’ll better strap up because your whole face wrapped up It’s the end of your show, your whole sh*t clapped up Join the rap race then get your whole team lapped up I posted pictures, all pictures are posted On the V with the toaster, close like i’m supposed ‘ta Make my money faster than the green [?] I’m ‘bout to hand your stupid a** up like i’m supposed ‘ta Go ‘head and diss us, theres no time to discuss We just gon’ light your broke a** up like Christmas stay in line like skates Before I put the 9 to his mind and seal his fate F**k a piece of the pie, I snatch a cake and a plate I don’t blame you, I blame your mom’s for breeding with snakes Put holes through your sweater, no matter the weather Leave you like swiss cheese and [?] cheddar
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