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Yo, SB. I think it's my time... |
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You know why? My tears have dried, |
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And I know that no weapon formed |
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Against me will prosper. And I truly |
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Believe that my haters are my motivaters. |
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Young Money. |
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[Chorus:] |
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If you could you would get rid of me, |
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Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard? |
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Bet I won't let you get to me (to me) |
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You should already figure I'm a go hard. |
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If you was as real as me you would never |
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Let another girl sit in yo throne. |
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I done flipped the trunk on her, |
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They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone! " |
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I am, I'm Still the one to beat. |
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Ain't in a rush from these streets |
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I am the streets. I am gettin it in until the end |
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I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD! |
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[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] |
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Carter called, lemme get the car key, you don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie |
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Keep a marquis, everything sparkly (man down!) hit em on a walkie-talkie. |
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Hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em let me in. my name ring bells bitch buzz me in |
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And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real real bad lesbian. |
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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[? ] |
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Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda, I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda |
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I represent all the girls that stood up, used to drink water with a little bit of sugar. |
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Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups, doin the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up. |
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Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up, now I'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up. |
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And I'm tellin President Carter he picked a winner, bitches like nelly and kelly got a dilemma |
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These birds all fly south in the winter, fuck I look like chompin on a chicken dinner? |
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You can hate me, but why knock my hustle; I'm a be a queen no matter how they shuffle |
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Skirts with the ruffle, louis on the duffle. I'm a bad bitch no muscle. (no muscle). |
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Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kenta. tell em I'm the ninja, |
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Weezy is my sensei. so I call him splinter, faster than a sprinter. gimme my chopsticks |
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I'll have the rap bitches for dinner. |
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This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis |
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This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki |
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This is for my niggas whellying them Kawasakis |
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Shout out to the back-east, South Ishakis.[? ] |
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This is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky. |
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Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky. |
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I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski. |
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Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed. |
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Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me.) |
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OOhhh! |
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[Chorus:] |
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If you could you would get rid of me, |
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Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard? |
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Bet I won't let you get to me (to me) |
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You should already figure I'm a go hard. |
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If you was as real as me you would never |
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Let another girl sit in yo throne. |
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I done flipped the trunk on her, |
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They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone! " |
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I am, I will, I gots to win. |
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I'm still lookin around for my |
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Com-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the end |
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I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD! |
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[Verse 2: Lil Wayne] |
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From slap-and-cry you start to die, so I must go harder. |
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Gotta make these bitches know me just like vibe and no water. |
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Better yet, like Bubba, no shrimp. but he don't say shit |
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When the gun on his lip, and I don't say shit put the gun |
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On my hip. so I don't say shit but the gun on my hip. |
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If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship |
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Check out how them bitches just run on my dick |
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And me, I'm that just a summa bitch. |
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I still got that bitch cum on my lips |
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It yee ain got money, don't come on my strip |
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And if ya got money, don't cover my strip |
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I wear that metal, no olympic, but I can still |
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Make you tumble and flip |
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You fuckin with me if you fuckin with Nick |
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It ain't fuckin with me it ain't fuckin with Nick |
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Your girlfriend, her descision is split |
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Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nick |
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They wonder if he be fuckin Nick, as long as she be fuckin rich |
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That's why I keep my Le Bitch[? ] cause, I swear ya'll's a fuckin trip. |
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Young Money Dungeon, bitch. my swagger just punch a bitch |
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And I shoot like I'm from over-seas, so call my gun, "Gunovich" |
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Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for a bunch of shit |
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Red drank, blue pill, white dust |
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Yes I love my country bitch. |
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[Lil Wayne:] (Yeah!... guitar.) |
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[Chorus:] |
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Wish you could get rid of Young Money, |
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Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard? |
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Bet I won't let you get to me (to me) |
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You should already figure I'm a go hard. |
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If you was as real as me you would never |
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Let another girl sit in yo throne. |
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I done flipped the trunk on her, |
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They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone! " |
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I am, I will, I gots to win. |
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I'm still lookin around for my |
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Com-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the end |
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I gotta go, GO, gooo, GO HARD! |
