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I came out looking to party, and now I'm owning that building You bitches can't get my spot until I start raising some children These bitches all in they feelings, can't fuck with Nicki, they know it They know that Nicki a poet, pop me a bottle of Moët They said I couldn't, but I did it though Tell 'em I still got that hourglass figure though Can't stop me, don't watch me You better just watch yo' nigga, ho I'm in that big boy, I am in beast mode, respect the G-code Bitches ain't got drive, these bitches will get repo'd I am a monster, this is ambition This the type of car, that you keep a bad bitch in Not that I don't got good vision, but I don't see competition They want me to come and help them, but I am not a magician I'm on them fo-fours, I'm tipping, you better move out my way I am not here to play, Pinkprint can't be delayed 'Cause I win again, 'cause I win again And I win again, and I win again And I win again, and I win again And I win again, yeah, I win again Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid Go against me, then you made a mistake (yo, yo) 'Cause I came out '09, when promoters brought Wayne out Lewinsky, like I couldn't get the stain out I been bad, like cutting school and staying out I been hotter than vacationing and laying out I sat back and watched how it was playing out They diss me, but running and took the same route Uh, but, no, they not Nicki Wrist on ice and, yes, my wrist bricky If I leave, the game will miss Nicki Not a website but get money, this is 50 Pop bottles with my bitches and get pissy This shit ain't got no more integrity Don't write they raps and plus they flow shitty Don't make me expose you, bitch, I'm too busy Hopped on the Bridge-y, New York City Nicki still the queen, niggas all ready Hopped on the Bridge-y, New York City Nicki still the queen, niggas all ready Soon as I came in, I told them that I would become the greatest Muhammad Ali of these bitches, and that can't be debated I never chicken'd out, skated, I know they mad that I made All this money I made, all my bitches is laced 'Cause I win again, 'cause I win again And I win again, and I win again And I win again, and I win again And I win again, yeah, I win again Can't tell me nothing about it, your opinion is invalid Go against me, then you made a mistake So good, so real, so good, yeah I'ma win again I'ma win again, yeah, oh, yeah, yeah I'm Meryl Streep to all these bitches, they can't do what I do Sometimes I just look in the mirror and I be like, 'Why you?' Yeah, I know that they mad But I'ma shit on my critics some more
I am -, I am - I am still gonna do what he sent me to do That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way That's kill, kill, everything in, everything in my way They know I am a champion All champions do It's all champions do
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