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Lyricist: Nicki Minaj feat. Lil Wayne
Lyrics:
Yo, SB. I think it's my time... You know why? My tears have dried And I know that no weapon formed Against me will prosper. And I truly Believe that my haters are my motivators Young Money
If you could you would get rid of me Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard? Bet I won't let you get to me (to me) You should already figure I'ma go hard If you was as real as me you would never Let another girl sit in your throne I done flipped the trunk on her They screamin', 'Nicki leave me alone!' I am, I'm still the one to beat Ain't in a rush from these streets I am the streets I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go, go, go, go hard!
Carter called, lemme get the car key You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie Keep a marquis, everything sparkly (man down!) Hit 'em on a walkie-talkie Hit em, hit 'em knock-knock, tell 'em let me in My name ring bells bitch buzz me in And I only stop for pedestrians Or a real real bad lesbian Hit 'em with the Mac, hit 'em with the Tec 9 Hit 'em with the Ruger by the intersex line Hit 'em with a tommy so my niggas call me Kimmy and I always the jammy in the Trunka of the lamby Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda I represent all the girls that stood up Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups Doin' the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up Now I'm tellin' LA Reid to step his bid up And I'm tellin' President Carter he picked a winner Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma These birds all fly south in the winter Fuck I look like chompin' on a chicken dinner? You can hate me, but why knock my hustle? I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle I'm a bad bitch no muzzle (no muzzle) Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kenta Tell 'em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my sensei So I call him splinter, faster than a sprinter Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have the rap bitches for dinner This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki This is for my niggas whellying them Kawasakis Shout out to the back-east, South Ishakis (?) This is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinsky Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me)
If you could you would get rid of me Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard? Bet I won't let you get to me (to me) You should already figure I'm a go hard If you was as real as me, you would never Let another girl sit in yo throne I done flipped the trunk on her They screamin', 'Nicki leave me alone!' I am, I will, I gots to win I'm still lookin' around for my Com-pe-tition. I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go, go, go, go hard!
'''Lil Wayne''': From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder Gotta make these bitches know me just like vibe and no water Better yet, like Bubba, no shrimp. but he don't say shit When the gun on his lip, and I don't say shit put the gun On my hip. so I don't say shit but the gun on my hip If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship Check out how them bitches just run on my dick And me, I'm that just a summa bitch I still got that bitch cum on my lips It yee ain't got money, don't come on my strip And if ya got money, don't cover my strip I wear that metal, no Olympic, but I can still Make you tumble and flip You fuckin' with me if you fuckin' with Nick It ain't fuckin' with me it ain't fuckin' with Nick Your girlfriend, her decision is split 'Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nick They wonder if he be fuckin' Nick, as long as she be fuckin' rich That's why I keep my Le Bitch (?) cause, I swear y'all's a fuckin' trip Young Money Dungeon, bitch. my swagger just punch a bitch And I shoot like I'm from over-seas, so call my gun, 'Gunovich' Weezy F. Baby and the 'F' is for a bunch of shit Red drank, blue pill, white dust Yes I love my country bitch
Wish you could get rid of Young Money Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard? Bet I won't let you get to me (to me) You should already figure I'm a go hard If you was as real as me you would never Let another girl sit in your throne I done flipped the trunk on her They screamin', 'Nicki leave me alone!' I am, I will, I gots to win I'm still lookin' around for my Com-pe-tition. I am gettin' it in until the end I gotta go, go, go, go hard!
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