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Chi-Raq (Feat. Lil Herb) – Nicki Minaj

Lirik lagu: Chi-Raq (Feat. Lil Herb)

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ain’t yellin’ cut when it’s shootin’ time
Sign up, it’s recruitin’ time
Big wigs with a suit and tie
And them big things got two inside
Fuck wrong with these ho niggas?
Dont do coke, I don’t blow niggas
I don’t tell niggas, I show niggas
And it’s never less than like 4 niggas
4 wings and some french fries
Hot sauce and ketchup nigga
He tellin’ and he hidin’
But real niggas a still catch a nigga
Cop Raris, I don’t test drive em
Home theaters, can’t Best Buy ’em
These niggas that I roll with don’t let a single thing get by em
King pins and them drug lords
Chi-town no gun laws
Broke bitches that talk shit, now them the bitches I stunt for
Malcolm X daughter came at me
Lookin’ ass niggas ain’t happy
Rolled out with some Latin Kings
And some eses in them plain khakis
Smack bitches, no smack cam
Closed fists, no back hands
Pop pussy on a hand stand
They suckin’ dick like it’s band camp
Call Web and then call Nitty
Queens niggas in it’s all hoodies
Kidnappin’ and then rob niggas
Call D-Roc for a biggie
Pussy ass lil rap niggas
I fucked with real trap niggas
Pop star, icon but I send niggas come snatch niggas
I’m with EBK, you on EBT
Got a black nine, call it BET
School niggas get a GED
And I tease niggas make em B.E.G
Got a money fetish, I’ma fly to Venice
Got a big house I can play some tennis
Lil Herb, what’s good?
I’m a bad bitch and I fuck good

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[Hook: Lil Herb]
Know a couple niggas that’s down to ride for a homicide
When it’s drama time
Run up on a nigga with the llamas flyin’
Leave his loved ones all traumatized
One-fifty I’m really wit’ it
I’ll drop his ass and then forget it
I’m the man round my side of town
Might see a bitch and forget I hit it

[Verse 2: Lil Herb]
I’m a young nigga I be gettin’ money
Take your bitch from you
And these niggas get no respect
I’ma stay 100 till I’m 6 under
Matter fact I gotta keep it 150
For every nigga that’s gon’ come with me
I’m on rock block with a new semi and a blue Bentley and do 160
Smoke a lot a of weed
Like fuck gimmicks, put a dutch in me
Got a 40 on me, I don’t trust any
And if any nigga ever try to end me
I’ma die shooting prayin’ God forgive me
You too busy hating you can’t get no paper, why are y’all so silly?
Straight killers I can call so many
I don’t love no bitches but my mom, my sister, my gun and Nicki
I’m in Hollywood came from Kingston Food
Shorties standin’ in the streets with tools
Where I’m from we don’t play no games
Ain’t no April fools, you will make the news
Where I hang we don’t say no names
If you talk to cop I stay away from you
Keep your mouth shut in them investigations
You’ll be out the station in a day or two
Dedication and a little patience
Leave the domination on my way to greatness
Don’t put yourself up in a situation
Puttin’ my relations in your conversations
Shoot a opposition with no hesitation
You get my position then you better take it
Know some young bulls from a while back
Tryna leave the game but they never made it
I got old shit, killin’ your shit
On a couple tracks I just never played it
Pussy nigga you don’t want war I got old clips bitch I’m Baron Davis
Pussy nigga you don’t want war I got old clips bitch I’m Baron Davis

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[Hook: Lil Herb]

[Outro: Both]

[Lil Herb]
Gang, gang, gang shit man you already know how I’m rocking man. This is G Herbo shout out Nicki Minaj you know man. SB just gave me the nine with the green beam, just give me the green light. Letting niggas have it man we pulling up anywhere wetting shit man. Got 50s in them Tecs, 50s in them Macs man, 30s in them Glocks. 17 shot Berettas all that shit man. Sawed offs, pumps man what you want? How you want it, where you want, when you want it man, lets get it. And I ride dolo from state to state even when I ain’t 150 man Chiraq all the way to Queens, lets get it

[Nicki Minaj]
Uh-huh I always got a trick up my sleeve. I might give you a new trick every week till this album drop, I don’t know. I figured they want some more, I’ma give you some more. Ask Web if I wasn’t taking them trips, with ’em nigga! Chea!

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Grindin – Nicki Minaj

[Talking:]
Ok, ok, ok… chea, come on, come on, uhuh, listen

[Verse 1:]
Ye’ ain’t sayin nothin lil mama I got those and I’m bout to bl- blow like snot nose,
(wha) oh no, no homo this is for my niggas, my niggas that don’t kno please tell these rap
Bitches to get ready don’t get gased unless your gettin getty, don’t get jerk. your jerk
Don’t get nutty fix up your paper work your sumbody. but you ain’t better than the president
I’m just to eliquent. bitch I’m tha president. I be sittin on a elephant coutin all my money
Where stella went… and I don’t need my groove back unless tha nigga lookin like 2-pac
Unless he got colors like tu-can… sam, sam I am. diffrent color lambs green eggs and ham
Bet I can bake a gram like the bakers man. stop runnin up on me like who? what? when
I stay around the white ike the klu klux klan. I stay around the sand butter peacan tan
(look) butter peacan tan. I stay around the sand butter peacan tan nigga,

[Talkin’:]
Damn, look I’m a bad bitch, I’m a give ya’ll a couple more bars. it’s nothin listen

I was shotgun when the bentley cruised up. I’m a bad bitch I jus throw my shoes up
I don’t say hi I jus throw my 2’s up.when I’m in texas I chuck my deuce up. bitches is snake
Sorta like meduca. fly kid on the beats like a new producer (I hate Nicki Minaj) just excuse
Her I’m in a GT she in a PT cruiser. I’m in the PT Bruiser, dang lil mama you is such a loser,
Ok you is such a loser, dang lil mama you is such a loser

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[Talkin’:]
I mean if I’m not the the badest bitch then who the fuck is I mean… you kno wen I
Do it’s done get who you want like I’m a bodie every last bitch in the game, I’m a sit on tha throne
And these bitches gunna have 2 be pickin my fruit out like. I want sum I’ll like sum fresh strawberries
And shit tell dem bitches to get ready 2 pick my fruit out… I’m a be sittin on tha throne like Micheal
Jackson and Eddie Murphy it’s nothin… ye yeh digg [laughs]

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Playtime Is Over – Nicki Minaj

[Big Mike:]
Big mike, the new baddest bxtch in the game
She go by the name of Nicki Minaj
Let’s get this shit poppin, playtime is ova motha fucka

[Nicki Minaj:]
This the one they was waitin on baby
I had to do it

Just when they thought it was safe to play I
Hit’em with the N.I.C the K.I
I’m tinkerbell he’s peter pay-a
To these rap bitches I’m mother may-a
I wanna kno why you waste your yime
On these rap hoes that don’t write they rhymes
Get a can of a sprite with a twist of lime
Money money money always on my mind
Coupe color purple no I’m not celie
We run new york like we play relay
My flight took off yours has been delayed
Give it to them early bitches so don’t be late
Play time is ova when I spit bars
My mixtape bring
All the boys to the yard
All the boys want Nicki
All the boys want mine
All the boys say they love me, yea they love me long time
Yes I’m the girl that you heard of
I commit murda
I body bitches I don’t need a burna
Queens, oh yes I rep queens
Little white T, plus sum tight jeans
I make it heard for these chicks to breath
Wrist on freeze I freeze up my sleeves
We gettin money like it grow on trees
Stay on my a Q’z I stay on my P’z
After I’m done the you will acknowledge
I’m the president never went to college
I’m a bad bitch I don’t need no stylist
Tell a bitch holla when she get my dollas
Bitches talk shit, but what is you sayin
Got the illest dude in the game speakin my name
I’m the one, I’m the one you heard me
Same number they stiched on mcGrady jersey
If I show you how to do it will you reimburse me
Let me put on my pumps let me grab my skirt see,
I am such a lil ladys let me do my curtsi
Fuck a dry pussy bitch cause I know she thirsty.

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Handstand (Feat. Shanell) – Nicki Minaj

Lirik lagu: Handstand (Feat. Shanell)

We like them boyz with them rubber band bands.
He move weight keep a couple gram grams
So (so so so) where your money put it in your hand hands
Now (now now now) make it flip make it do a handstand [x2]

[Chorus:]
Do a handstand can you do a hand stand flip that
Money make it do a handstand. I can make it
Scream like a summer jam fan where are my bands
Where my rubber band mans

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
It’s offical bang your pistols play your money it’s funny
I mean it tickles. I need a D-boy I need a president and
If your spending them stacks I need some evidence.
Then you can bring out all them cars that they rap bout.
Then I’m a let you eat it like I put the snacks out. don’t say
You can’t say you can say you can can flip that money
Flip it like a handstand.

[Chorus:]
Do a handstand can you do a handstand flip that money
Make it do a handstand. I can make it scream like a summer jam fan
Where are my bands where my rubber band mans

[Verse 2: Shannell]
He’s a banker by nature he’ll call and slick of the debt that
You owe and thank ya. he’ll switch the toys out never the
Same route. but niggas acting like they ain’t about to pay out.
Taking me out just to ask how my day went. tryna show me I’m his
Number one investment. he kno what I like. stay on your job type.
I’ll pop if you can pop like you got rubber bands we like

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[Chorus:]
Do a handstand can you do a hand stand flip that
Money make it do a handstand. I can make it
Scream like a summer jam fan where are my bands
Where my rubber band mans

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj & Shannell]
Cause we like them bad boys and bad cars
Them hood rich dope boyz and trap stars [x2]

[Verse 4: Shannell]
See I’m a rubber lover so wrap it and I’ll hug ya.
Then we can stick together like them dollars
Out the printer. bad boys I catch call me
Undercover. street grindin cold cut motherfucker.

[Verse 5: Nicki Minaj]
Yo yo yo he flip like handstand he cookin them 10 grams.
Give him the grand slam in back of the phan dam,
I mean the phantom. I can’t stand bums. somethin bout
His money make a nigga handsme. cuff cuff throw ya badge on me.
Guaranteed you can’t puff puff pass on me. we can crush crush
You can spend your stach on me. cause I kno you want to smach it
Like a crash dummy

[Chorus:]
Do a handstand can you do a hand stand flip that
Money make it do a handstand. I can make it
Scream like a summer jam fan where are my bands
Where my rubber band mans

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