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Nicki Minaj
Bitches ain’t serious, man, these bitches delirious
All these bitches in-furious, I just pimp my inturious
I just pick up and go
Might pick up a ho
Might give conversation, if you kick up the dough
Never mind my money, never mind my stacks
Every bitch wanna be me
You can find ‘em in Sacks
Pink Friday, two milli, Super Bass, triple plat
When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I’m winnin’
Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
And if they don’t get Nicki, then it just won’t be the same
When I’m sitting with Anna, I’m really sitting with Anna
Ain’t a metaphor punchline, I’m really sitting with Anna
Front row in Oscar de la Renta posture
Ain’t a bitch that could do it, not even my impostor
Put these bitches on lock out, where the f-ck is your roster?
I pull up in that new new marinara and pasta
[Hook]
Shake my head, yo, I’m mad
Ain’t a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
But don’t tell them I said it, lets keep it on the D-low
If you need you a look, just put me on your song
But you know it’ll cost about six figures long
But you bitches ain’t got it, where the f-ck is your budgets?
Flying spurs for hers, me, I’m f-cking above it
And I just got the ghost, and I’m calling it Casper
But that is so cold, it belong in Alaska
Why the f-ck am I styling?
When you win against Nicki, you depleted your wealth
And I’m not masturbating, but I’m feeling myself
Paparazzi is waiting, cause them bitches is stall
Now don’t you feel a-stupid, yeah, that’s egg on your face
If you weren’t so ugly, I’d put my d!ck in your face
[Interlude]
Dick in your face, put my dick in your face, yeah!
[Hook]
Shake my head, yo, I’m mad
Ain’t a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
[Outro]
Ooh, dick in your face
Ooh, dick in your face
Ooh, dick in your face
Put my dick in yo face, put my dick in your face, yeah yeah!
All these bitches in-furious, I just pimp my inturious
I just pick up and go
Might pick up a ho
Might give conversation, if you kick up the dough
Never mind my money, never mind my stacks
Every bitch wanna be me
You can find ‘em in Sacks
Pink Friday, two milli, Super Bass, triple plat
When you see me on Ellen, just admit that I’m winnin’
Do a show for Versace, they request me by name
And if they don’t get Nicki, then it just won’t be the same
When I’m sitting with Anna, I’m really sitting with Anna
Ain’t a metaphor punchline, I’m really sitting with Anna
Front row in Oscar de la Renta posture
Ain’t a bitch that could do it, not even my impostor
Put these bitches on lock out, where the f-ck is your roster?
I pull up in that new new marinara and pasta
[Hook]
Shake my head, yo, I’m mad
Ain’t a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
But don’t tell them I said it, lets keep it on the D-low
If you need you a look, just put me on your song
But you know it’ll cost about six figures long
But you bitches ain’t got it, where the f-ck is your budgets?
Flying spurs for hers, me, I’m f-cking above it
And I just got the ghost, and I’m calling it Casper
But that is so cold, it belong in Alaska
Why the f-ck am I styling?
When you win against Nicki, you depleted your wealth
And I’m not masturbating, but I’m feeling myself
Paparazzi is waiting, cause them bitches is stall
Now don’t you feel a-stupid, yeah, that’s egg on your face
If you weren’t so ugly, I’d put my d!ck in your face
[Interlude]
Dick in your face, put my dick in your face, yeah!
[Hook]
Shake my head, yo, I’m mad
Ain’t a bitch in my zone
In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone
[Outro]
Ooh, dick in your face
Ooh, dick in your face
Ooh, dick in your face
Put my dick in yo face, put my dick in your face, yeah yeah!
