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Get Silly – Nicki Minaj

I’m a dime, u a nickelette
Light skinn impigiment
Write my own shyt, ya’ll copyright infringement
I eat dese rap bitches, sumbodi get me a dinner mint
Pussy make him tattoo my name up on his ligament
Fuc wrong with dem, my nerves dey keep tweekn
Tell em I’m da chief, I’m runnin with Mohikans
Tell em dis is church, n tell em I am da decan
Tell em dat I’m black, chinese, and butter peacon
Pull up in da Range, I’m givin dem more reasons
Hit up Lil Wayne, while I’m in da 4 Seasons
Tell Gutta mac, n Kid KId I’m here
I’m colder den a cough, I’m wetter den swim gear
Got all dis lil bitches g-gettin p-pink hair
I’m pretty n I’m fly, I’m up in da pink lear
I needed an assistant, I got me a pink queer
Decorated his office with flowers and pink chairs (chairs)

[talking:]
Listen nicki minaj, nicki lewinksy where da fuc is da president

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Truffle Butter (Feat. Drake & Lil Wayne) – Nicki Minaj

Lirik lagu: Truffle Butter (Feat. Drake & Lil Wayne)

[Verse 1 – Drake:]
Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song ’bout somethin’ other than the money
Two things I’m ’bout is talkin’ blunt and staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here? Are you here right now, huh?
We should all disappear right now
Look, you’re gettin’ all your friends and you’re gettin’ in the car
And you’re comin’ to the house, are we clear right now, huh?
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things
Niggas see me rollin’ and their mood change
Like a motherfucker
New flow, I got a dozen of ’em
I don’t trust you, you are undercover
I could probably make some step-sisters fuck each other
Talkin’ filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What, tell them niggas we ain’t hidin’ from it

[Verse 2 – Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, thinkin’ out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain’t talkin’ about that Lil Wayne record
I’m still the highest sellin’ female rapper, for the record
Man, this a 65 million single sold
I ain’t gotta compete with a single soul
I’m good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don’t tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
You a stand-up or is you in your chair, right now?
Uhh, do you hear me?
I can’t let a wet nigga, get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me
I ain’t never need a man, to take care of me
Yo, I’m in that big boy, bitches can’t rent this
I floss everyday, but I ain’t a dentist
Your whole style and approach, I invented
And I ain’t takin’ that back, cause I meant it

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[Verse 3 – Lil Wayne:]
Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank checkin’ my account
Bank teller flirtin’ after checkin’ my account
Pretty ladies, are you here? Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain’t gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning
Cause she gonna say “I know”
Can I hit it in the bathroom? Put your hands on the toilet
I’ll put my leg on the tub
Girl, this my new dance move, I just don’t know what to call it
But bitch you dancing with the stars
I ain’t nothin’ like your last dude, what’s his name? Not important
I bought some cocaine, you can snort it
She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet
Suck the white off like chocolate
I’m so heartless, thoughtless, lawless and flawless
Smallest regardless, largest in charge and born in New Orleans
Get killed for Jordans
Skateboard, I’m gnarly; Drake, Tunech and Barbie
You know

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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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