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  • Nicki Minaj – Only lyrics

    [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
    Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
    On my life, man, fuck’s sake
    If I did, I’d ménage with ’em and let ’em eat my ass like a cupcake
    My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape
    Yeah, that was a set-up for a punchline on duct tape
    Worried ’bout if my butt’s fake, worry ’bout y’all niggas, us straight
    These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
    When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t 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 bitties, big butt too
    Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to
    Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
    These hoes couldn’t test me even if their name was pop quiz
    Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don’t fuck with
    I don’t fuck with 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
    Nothing 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 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
    (Pinkprint, aye)

    [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
    Nothing 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 actin’ like she need dick in her life
    That’s another story, I’m no story teller
    I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
    All my goons so overzealous
    I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
    Calendar say I got money for days
    I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
    My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved
    They bet’ not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
    My eyes are so bright I take cover for shade
    Don’t have my money? Take mothers instead
    You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
    Then I make you burp boy, treat 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 mean brazy, my nigga
    That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
    Blood gang, take the B out 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, acting like Ray Charles
    16 in a 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 with 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
    Nothing 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