N/Nicki Minaj/Only feat. Drake, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake On my life, man, fuck sake If I did I'd Minaj wid' him and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake My man full, he just ate, I 'ont duck nobody but tape Kyeah, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape Worried about if my butt fake Worry 'bout ya'll niggas, us straight These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight When I walk in, sit up straight, I 'ont give a fuck if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big titties, big butt too Fuck wit' them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is, ring-ring finger where the rock is These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz Bad bitches who I fuck wit', mad bitches we don't fuck wit' I don't fuck wit' them chickens unless they last name is cutlet Let it soak in like seasonin' And tell 'em, bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson
[Hook: Chris Brown] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nuttin but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only
[Verse 2: Drake] I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man But when that's over then I'm first in line And the other day in her Maybach I thought god damn, this is the perfect time We had just come from that video You know LA traffic, how the city slow She was sitting down on that big butt But I was still staring at the titties though Yeah, low key or maybe be high key I been peeped that you like me, you know Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you The NBA players fuck with you The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you Oh, that’s 'cause I believe in something, I stand for it And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it Pink Print
[Hook: Chris Brown] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nuttin but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only
[Verse 3: Lil' Wayne] I never fucked Nic and that's fucked up If I did fuck she'd be fucked up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right 'Cause she act like she need dick in her life But that's another story, I'm no story teller I piss greatness like goldish yellow All my goons so overzealous I'm from Holly Grove, the holy Mecca Calender say I got money for days I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways My girlfriend would beat a bitch up if she waved They bet not fuck wit' her surfboard, surfboard My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade Don't have my money, take mother's instead You got the hiccups, you swallow the truth Then I make you burp, boy, street beef like sirloin I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with army guns So think about your son and daughter rooms Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms This shit is crazy my nigga, I been praising, my nigga That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga Blood gang take the B off behavior, my nigga For reals if you mouth off I blow your face off I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off, nigga Now you see me, nigga, now you don't Like Jamie Foxx actin' like Ray Charles 16 in the clip, one in the chamber 17 ward bully with 17 bullets My story is how I went from poor me To please pour me a drink and celebrate wit' me
[Hook: Chris Brown] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nuttin but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, onlyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
