did, somebody please tell him who the eff I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up [Chorus - Ester Dean & Nicki Minaj
they got they X's hanging out Say my shoe game nuts, so I call em cashews Every other say that they love Nicki tattoos Steal Wayne girls, I steal Drake
I came to win, to fight, to conquer, to thrive I came to win, to survive, to prosper, to rise To fly, to fly I wish today it will rain all day Maybe
Yo, I could've been had fame Jump shot with a stupid ass aim 'Cause you couldn't get around the last name So my crossover wins the last game And it's
they ain't even cold Weezy on top and that nigga ain't even home, yet Yeah, be very afraid These other rappers gettin' bodied and carried away Fuck it, me and Nicki-Nick
S-s-step up in the party like my name was Bad Bitch All these haters mad because I'm so established They know I'm a beast, yeah, I'm a fucking fab bitch
hey its Nicki rolling on a 6 speed if your ready come with me all you need is weed hey yo its pink Friday pull up my skirt and find a pink pantie
these girls be spazzin' So fuck I look like gettin' back to a has-been Yeah, I said it, has-been Hang it up, flat screen Plasma Hey Nicki, hey Nicki
It was back in '07, did a couple of tapes Did a couple DVD's, made a couple mistakes Didn't know what I was doin', but I put on a cape Now it's which
Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest And for your lovin' I'ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis You got spark, you, you got spunk You, you got
i needed to know but there's some things inside of me that i needed to show so i just deaded you left you in all black but dear old nicki, please call
bitches begging me to F1 But I'ma eat them rap bitches when the chef come T-t-throw some fresh ones More talent in my motherfuckin' left thumb She ain't a Nicki
bad bitches on the pole dancin' Gucci bag just to put the coke cans in (Hey, yo, Anna, hey yo Anna Wintour) (I'ma need that cover baby girl, it's Pink Friday
you do that shit? How do you do that shit? How do you? How do you? How do you? How do you? What are we doing? Could you see through me? 'Cause you say, "Nicki
over here bigger than a monster Block, block, block, block, block, block, block, block Tom-tom like in Lebanon, hotter than in Pakistan Click, click, click, Young Nick
Why is that you could only see the worst in me? I swear sometimes I feel like it nurtures me But to keep it all real is kinda hurting me I could say I
I drove for miles just to find you and find myself All these screams, all these voices in my head You gave me strength, gave me hope for a lifetime I
ll be jeal' when we in the mag' looking magnif' As if I ain't used Magnums on your favorite bad bitch Fuck these background niggas I was tryna ad lib Add this, we blazin', Nicki
