Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nigga, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

M-O-B, icy gang, nigga, tap in (hmm)

Tap, tap, tap in (ayy)

Wrist on glitter (ayy), waist on thinner (ayy)

I'ma show you how to bag a eight-figure nigga (hoo)

Face on my zaddy (sheesh), pockets on Jigga (hoo)

You better get the card and make it swipe like tinder (phew)

Private villa and the fur chinchilla (ha)

When he post me, all the hoes get sicker (blah)

Fuckboy killer, I don't need fillers (nope)

Never been a lame so the real bitches feel it (yeah)

Daddy on the Facetime, you could never take mine

End up on the dateline, uh, uh, uh (bitch)

Rich with no day job, bitch, hit your wop, wop

Always on the court side, uh-huh, huh

B-b-billionaire niggas wanna eat me out (hahaha)

Bitch, I'm from the west coast, they wanna go down south

All these lame ass niggas tryna fuck for clout

Hmm, I won't let him hit but he can put it in his mouth

Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nigga, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

M-O-B, icy gang, nigga, tap in (mm-hmm, yeah)

Tap, tap, tap in

You got a itty-bitty waist (huh?), pretty in the face (what?)

Never let a broke nigga take you on a date (nah)

Nah, haters can't relate, bitch, I've never been fake (girl, bye)

I got a real nigga puttin' icing on my cake (mwah)

Icy from my lips to my fingers to my toenails

Drippin' in Chanay-nay, this ain't goin' on sale

All these hoes boosie, baby, I do not do friends well

Lotta niggas pussy, but I promised that I won't tell

Hmm, now, what's my favorite word? (Icy)

Bitch gon' smile, but I know she don't like me

Two hundred for a verse, bitch, I'm way too pricey

Fuck around and bring back hyphy

Lil' waist, fat ass, bitch, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

Diamonds dancin' on your neck, nigga, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

Fuck a nigga, get rich, bitch, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

M-O-B, icy gang, nigga, tap in

Tap, tap, tap in

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The Aphelliates, nigga (pay attention)

(Trapaholics)

We makin' it easy

Uh-huh (Holiday Season)

Uh-huh, yo

Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne

You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman

Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game

Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane

When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee

I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie

These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky

M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa

Okay, okay, whoa, whoa Holiday, wait hold on, hold on Holiday

You can't give it to 'em dry like that

You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like c'mon now

You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)

They can't just get that shit right off the top

Like you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back (let's get 'em)

Holiday Season, ayy

I think we got your attention by now, right?

(Holiday Season)

Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)

Mister Entertainment

Shouts out Trapaholics (Trapaholics, bitch)

We workin'

Uh-huh

Let's go Nicki

Uh-huh, yo (like you ain't know)

Ayo, I was on the plane with Dwayne

You can call me Whitley I go to Hillman

Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game

Excuse me honey, but nobody's in my lane

When you was in New York you was fuckin' the Yankee

I was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Frankie

These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky

M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie

Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel

Keep the Snow White, I can buy it by the bundle

Step ya cookies up, 'fore they crumble

Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (fumble)

'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer

All the dope boys gon' feel her

Flow so sick I need a healer

Fuck is my MAC concealer?

I be out in Queens in the back of

Four whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal

That's why I get more head than a pigtail

Pour some ranch, I'm gettin' the munchies

I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entree

'Cause they be thinkin' they can spit, spit-shine my shoes

You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs

I'm the only thing hoppin' like a kangaroo

I mean the only thing poppin' like a can of brew

Listen you should buy a sixteen 'cause I write it good

That 808, woof, woof 'cause I ride it good

And bitches can't find they man 'cause I ride it good

I'm the wolf where is Little Red-a Riding Hood?

Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market

Give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, "Park it"

I don't fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum

I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em

Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market

Give that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, "Park it"

I don't fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykum

I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake 'em (Holiday Season)

Wow

It's like I just single-handedly annihilated

You know, every rap bitch in the building

Like, like I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the Ninja

Nicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku Barbie

Like, I mean I don't even know why you girls bother at this point

Like give it up, it's me, I win, you lose

Hahahahahaha, oh shit

Haha, yo

I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch

Now, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch

I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch

I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch

Hahahahahaha

I told you, I told you before

I told you, y'all was gon' have to pick my fruit out

Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out

I want y'all to start goin' to the boutiques

You know I'm sayin'?

Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me

I want, I want you know leopard skin and you know

I want, I want all that crazy lizard skin, shit

Like, you know make sure you

You can be my personal shopper

Ayo

Woo

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh

​

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You got it goin' on, what-what?

Uh, what-what?

You got it goin' on, what-what?

Uh, what-what?

You got it goin' on, what-what?

Uh, what-what?

You got it goin' on, what-what?

I used to be scared of the dick

Now I throw lips to the shit, handle it like a real bitch

Heather Hunter, Janet Jacme

Take it in the butt yah, yazz wha

I got land in Switzerland

Even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a Big-Momma thing

Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings?

That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty-one

And another one, and another one

And another one, 24-karats, nigga

That's when I'm fuckin' with the average nigga

Work the shaft, brothers be babblin'

And oh, don'tcha like the way I roll

And play with my bushy

Tell me, what's on your mind when your tongue's in the pussy?

Is it marriage? (Damn, this bitch is bad)

Baby carriage? (Damn, I love that ass)

Shit no, on a dime, shit is mine

Got to keep 'em comin' all the time (why?)

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

How B.I.G. and Un trust you in the studio with me

Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously

Pull a high power Coupe, make you jump ship

Leave who you wit', run with the Roc-A-Fella crew

Trick ya for the cheese, tear your boom up

Spread a ill rumor, make you flip on Lil' Cease

Twist you backwards, get the dough from your platinum hits

Rock Lil' Kim hats and shit

I gets down and dirty for the dough

I got love and B.I.G. know it

He must got the studio bugged

Probably, as we speak, he's on his way up the street

With the M.A.F.I.A. thugs and all types of heat

But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin' to eat

Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet

And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound

Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Before I caught some nigga's disease, got caught with his keys

B.I.G. scooped a young bitch off her knees

Threw me at high priced Beams

Face on TVs, platinum CDs

Shit, I never flip

It's on nigga, what, pussy greased up

Stack the Gs up, keeps the knees up

What the fuck, stay fillin', half a mill'n

Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down

Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one

Never 68 and owe 1, takes one to know one

Better off with the Playboy magazine, uh, fuckin' with the Don

Push the keys, GS3s to papes

Y'all ridin' crates state to state

Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim

While you daydream and whine, I just keep gettin' mine

And I'm married to this

Y'all strategy listens, plannin' weddings

M.A.F.I.A. also deadens all the bullshit

Any type of threatens to pull shit, uh

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my niggas bring the riots

Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired

You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be

That's why you're mad at me

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Hey, I can be the answer

I'm ready to dance when the vamp up

And when I hit that dip get your camera

You could see I been that bitch since the Pamper

And that I am that young sis, the beacon

The bitch who wants to compete and

I can freak a fit that pump with the peep and

You know what your bitch become when her weave in

I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and

Sit in that lunch if you're treatin'

Kick it with your bitch who come from Parisian

She know where I get mine from, and the season

Now she wanna lick my plum in the evenin'

And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in

I guess that cunt getting eaten

I guess that cunt getting eaten

I guess that cunt getting eaten

I guess that cunt getting eaten

I guess that cunt getting eaten

I was in 212 on the uptown A

Nigga, you know what's up or don't you?

Word to who made ya

I'm a rude bitch, nigga, what are you made up of?

I'ma eat your food up boo, I could bust your eight

I'm-a do one too, fuck ya gon do? When you do make bucks

I'm a look right, nigga, bet you do want to fuck

Fuck him like you do want to cum

You're gay to get discovered in my 21-deuce

Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou

Caught the warm goo in your du-rag too son?

Nigga, you're a kool-aid dude

Plus your bitch might lick it

Wonder who let you come to 12

With your doo-doo crew, son, fuck are you into, huh?

Niggas better oooh-run-run

You could get shot, homie

If you do want to put your guns up

Tell your crew don't front

I'm a hoodlum, nigga, you know you were too once

Bitch, I'm 'bout to blew up too

I'm the one today, I'm the new shit boo

Yung Rapunxel

Who are you bitch? New lunch?

I'ma ruin you cunt

I'ma ruin you cunt

I'ma ruin you cunt

I'ma ruin you cunt

I'ma ruin you cunt

Ayo, ayo

I heard you ridin' with the same tall, (ah) tall

Tale, tall, tellin' 'em you made some (made some)

Sayin' you grindin' but you ain't goin' nowhere (nowhere)

Why you procrastinating, girl? (Natin', girl)

You got a lot, but you just waste all yours and

They'll forget your name soon (name soon)

And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah

What you gon' do when I appear?

W-w-when I premiere?

Bitch, the end of your lives are near

This shit been mine, mine

What you gon' do when I appear?

W-w-when I premiere?

Bitch, the end of your lives are near

This shit been mine, mine

Bitch, I'm in the 212

With the fif' cocked, nigga, it's the 21-zoo

Fuck ya gon' do when ya goon sprayed up?

Bet his bitch won't get him

Betcha you won't do much

See, even if you do want to bust

Your bitch'll get you cut and touch your crew up too, Pop

You playing with your butter like your boo won't true

Cock the gun, too, where you do eat pum, hun

I'm fuckin' with ya cutie q

What's your dick like, homie? What are you into?

What's the run, dude? Where do you wake up?

Tell your bitch keep hatin', I'm the new one two, huh?

See I remember you when you

Were the young new face but you do like to slumber don't you?

Now your boo up too, hun

I'ma ruin you, cunt

What you gon' do when I appear? (I'ma ruin you, cunt)

W-w-when I (I'ma ruin you, cunt) premiere?

Bitch, the end of your lives are near

This shit been mine, mine

What you gon' do when I appear?

W-w-when I premiere?

Bitch, the end of your lives are near

This shit been mine, mine

This shit been mine, mine

This shit been mine, mine

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