[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Only on 'em C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis Anyway, nǐ hǎo (Nǐ Hǎo) Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Ooh) I knew these bitches was slow, I ain't know these bitches senile (Ooh) Married a shooter case you niggas tried to breathe loud (Brr-brr) Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire" I'm the A, B side Seven-hundred on 'em horses when we fixin' to leave But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch Guacamole with the taco, waitin' on El Chapo Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Bad gyal don't die-die-die (Brr) Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me You know what to do if he ever miss me
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj] Miss me with that na-na-na, na-na-na-na I stay with my na-na-na, na-na-na-na His ex hit him, he like, "Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah" He want the bad gyal sleeze like that Well, I'ma tease like that Ill na-na-na, na-na-na-na He told me bring him that na-na-na, na-na-na-na We don't be Karen like Donna-na, na-na-na-na I like it when he grab my cheeks like that (Uh) Why I'm a freak like that?
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Bad gyal don't die-die-die Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me You know what to do if he ever miss me
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roast That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes Dorito—bitches mad that they not chose Shout out my vatos Shout out to hoes that's watchin' me like Movados (Click, click, click) All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those? Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes Big truck but I'm alone like Post though Call Malone and tell him I'm goin' postal (Brr) These bitches rappin' like my blooper roll Desert Eagle if your nigga actin' super bold (Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) Got 'em like "Uh-oh" Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogle Ya fuckin' bozo That .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-go Super fakks, that's word to Super Cat We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat 'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths Six-hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss? Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth See the difference is I run businesses If I ain't employ you, then what ya business is? I'll have staff roll up, like what the business is? "Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses?"
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj] Bad gyal don't die-die-die Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta Real one lick a shot-ta-ta She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah Boy affi dead if he ever diss me You know what to do if he ever miss me, yeahTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
