Nicki MinajThe Boys

Nicki Minaj: P-p-p-punch line queen, no boxer though Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though Tell a hater: "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?" Tell 'em kangaroo Nick I'll box a hoe Said I got 5 in a possible But don't go against Nicki impossible I done came through with my wrists on popsicle Man these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle (Nigga) Cassie: Your lipstick stain, smells like a cheap hotel Diamond watches, and a gold chain can make my frown turn around The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, pet it, bone it, own it Yeah, yeah Dolla, Dolla, paper chaser, get that money yeah yeah You get high, fuck a bunch of girls, and then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight Nicki Minaj: Bald head pussy got lots of juice Lobsided on the curb so I block the coupes Watch the deuce, man I'm stingy with my putty cat diddy Did you ever love me Stevie? Purr, pull up in the burr Wrists on brrr, pussy on brrr I don't even break when I'm backing up I swerve on a nigga if he actin' up I done push more sixes then a ṗlay date Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate (Nigga) Cassie: Your bossed up swag, got 'em drooling like a new-born babe The dollars in their eyes, got 'em blinded like a masquerade The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, pet it, bone it, own it Yeah, yeah Dolla, Dolla, paper chaser, get that money yeah yeah You get high, f*ck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life, I hope I don't lose it tonight Nicki Minaj: I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts Girls is my sons carry them for 8 months And yes you premature, young money to the core I might give you a ticket so you could come see the tour Oh that's your new girl?, that's that mid-grade Buck 50 on your face with a switch blade Or the razor, yeah the razor, she my son yeah, but I ain't raise her Boost me hater, I get that loose leaf paper Them v-necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out I tell 'em Nicki be chillin' I'mma keep hurting ya feelings, because you'll never be Jordan You couldn't even be Pippin You couldn't even be trippin You can't afford a vacation, I'm out in Haiti with Haitians, I go to Asia with Asians You mad Dusty, you a lil Dusty possum I just come through with the six, like my name was blossom Cassie: You get high, f*ck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life, I hope I don't lose it tonight You get high, f the time of your life, I hope I don't lose it tonight The boys always spending their money on love The boys always spending their money on love The boys always spending their money on love (Pretty Gang) (Young Money) The boys always spending their money on love (Cassie)
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