Only - Nicki Minaj Feat. Drake, Lil Wayne & Chris Brown Mp3 Download

Only - Nicki Minaj Feat. Drake, Lil Wayne & Chris Brown mp3 download

Only - Nicki Minaj Feat. Drake, Lil Wayne & Chris Brown Lyric

Yo
I never f- Wayne, I never f- Drake
On my life man, f- 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 n-, us straight
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight
I don't give a f- 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
Uff uff with them real'ems again, who don't tells again what they up to
Had to show b- where the top is, riring finger where the rock is
These, these h- couldn't test me, even if their name was pop quiz
Bad b- who I f- with, mad b-, we don't f- with
I don't f- with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin'
And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b- in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n- only
Bad b- only
Rich n- only
Independent-pendents only
Boss n- only
Thick b- only
I got my real n- here by my side, only

I never f- 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 G- 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 t- though

Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the f- you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this, this 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 s- you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
A- on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable

Oh yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f- with you
The NBA players f- with you
The bad-ass b- doing makeup and hair f- with you
Oh, that's cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna f-
Just give me the heads-up so I can plan for it

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (Ayy)
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b- in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real n- only
Bad b- only
Rich n- only
Independent-pendents only
Boss n- only
Thick b- only
I got my real n- here by my side, only

I never f- Nicki and that's f- up
If I did f- she'd be f- up
Whoever is hittin', ain't hittin' it right
'Cause she actin' like she need d- in her life
That's another story, I'm no story teller
I p- greatness like gold-ish yellow
All my goons, so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca

Calender 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 wave
They bet not f- with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? I 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 h- with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms
This s- is crazy my n-
I mean brazy, my n-
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my n-
Blood gang take the B out behavior, my-

Lookin' for reals, if you mouth off I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off
Now you, now you see me, now you, 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"

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
(Young mula baby)
Nothing but real n- only
Bad b- only
Rich n- only
Independent-pendents only
Boss n- only
Thick b- only
I got my real n- here by my side, only

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