Ain’t Gone Do It Lyrics – Nicki Minaj

[Tayla Parx:]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

[Nicki Minaj:]
Who the fuck told you to not have no chill?
Who the fuck told you we splittin’ that bill?
Who the fuck told you that I’m in the hood?
When you know fuckin’ right I’m in Beverly Hills
Why you keep starin’ at me like you know me?
Spur of the moment, I ball like Ginobili
ESPN, photoshootin’ with Kobe
You Photoshop bitches be needin’ Adobe
Oh, oh, that’s some bologna
Oh, this is Missoni
Oh, you are still lookin’ for Kony
Would tell you to call me, but I am not phony
Oh, why your car got a cheap gear?
Motherfucker in his car with some cheap gear
I’m draped in McQueen, Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

[Tayla Parx:]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

Psst, I have a secret, give me your ear then go and keep it
I need some sleep, this is some cheap-ish
Counting you all, Sesame Street shit
Tickle me pink ’cause I’m outta my mind, hell no bitch this is not for the vine
Not for the vine, I ain’t got no time, organ tough ’cause I stay on my grind

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

[Nicki Minaj:]
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
He said, “Arch your back”
I ain’t gon’ do it
He said, “Kiss my neck”
I ain’t gon’ do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain’t gon’ do it
I’m ‘a need some fresh air, bitch

[Tayla Parx:]
Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your shit lame
Probably just like your dick game
So I don’t need to know your name
Don’t you see these on my feet?
Bet you can’t guess how much I paid
That’s a shame
Fuck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it, do it, do it, do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Do it for the niggas
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Girl I ain’t gon’ do it
Nah I ain’t gon’ do it

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40 Bars Lyrics – Nicki Minaj

Ha ha, ha ha
It’s your girl Nicki Minaj, bitches
Listen, y’all better buckle y’all motherfuckin’ seat-belts broads
It’s goin’ down

Fitted down and I’m ready to play
When ya album gonna drop, bitches never could say
Say, “Fuck I look like giving birds they props?
Bitches act like they hot, but I heard they not”
How the fuck you in the game like ten years strong
You bitches still can’t write ya own damn songs
You see me on the stoop man these birds just salute me
Whether I’m in the coupe or the hoopti, Duke see
I’m always with a dude, that’ll off the kufi
Let him eat my coochie and cop me Pucci
House in the boonies, rock a doobie
Cock the 22, then spark a loosey
He tell me I’m the one, he probably right
He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night
Your girl get it poppin’ like dynamite
Dynamite, the coke albino white
Name one bitch in the game, that I can’t murder
Chicken noodle bitches, on the side with a soda
Give it to everybody, like a cop with a quota
Stop playing poker hop in something mocha
I eat bitches, no knife, no fork-a (or)
Bitch want it with me? Living the life lo-ca
Oh, I get it you a joker
Leave a dot on your head, and I ain’t talking ’bout polka
You the type, that be runnin’ ya mouth
See you on the block, wanna run in ya house
I’m with that nigga Fendi, never fucks with a slouch
I fuck with dirty money, like what’s under the couch
‘Cause ain’t a bitch could fuck with my flow
When it comes to drugs, mami just say no
Either you’re on something or you’re S-L-O
Had to switch up the flow, let this skeptos (sketels) know
I come, cum hard, I don’t come with garbage
Just one phone call, they gon’ come regardless
I always got the ball ma, I don’t roll with starters
Write my own bars and my flow’s the hardest, nigga

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2 Lit 2 Late (Interlude) Lyrics – Nicki Minaj

I said I’m cool on it, baby, yeah, I’m straight
You say it’s love, I don’t it want it, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
You do too much, too little, yeah, too late

Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late
Boy, you’re too much, I’m cool on it, I’m straight

You shoulda been listenin’, listenin’ in
Too busy glistenin’, glistenin’ in
Why you ain’t listen then, listen back then?
Now you’re too much, too little, yeah, too late

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1-900-Ms-Minaj Lyrics – Nicki Minaj

(feat. Hell Rell, Red Café, Murda Mook, Ransom & Gravy)

Young Big Mike, Dirty Money
And the new problem in the game
She go by the name of Nicki Minaj
As Ms. Minaj if you nasty (ta-ha)
This shit right here
Is the motherfuckin’ mixtape
Playtime is Over
Find you one, I don’t co-sign no bullshit
No more talk, let’s get it poppin’!

Yes sir! Young Big Mike
Nicki Minaj!
Let’s get into another brand new joint
This shit right here is called 1-900
Nicki Minaj, Dirty Money!
Shout out to Fendi, Gravy!
Shout out to the whole Young Money!
Weezy, what’s poppin’?

That tickles
Hey
You’ve reached… Nicki Minaj
And umm… I can’t come to the phone right now ’cause I’m sitting on your favorite rapper’s face
Hah!
Umm… anyway
As soon as I get up I’ll call you back
Bye

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Super Freaky Girl Lyrics – Nicki Minaj

She’s alright
That girl’s alright with me
Yeah

Ay, yo

I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin’ and slidin’
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K

One thing about me, I’m the baddest alive
He know the prettiest bitch didn’t come until I arrive
I don’t let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try
I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind
They can’t be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try
A thong bikini up my ass, I think I’ll go for a dive
His ex bitch went up against me, but she didn’t survive
On applications I write, “Pressure”, ’cause that’s what I apply (Brrrr)
Pressure applied, can’t fuck a regular guy
Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than Apple Pie

I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin’ and slidin’
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K

‘Cause what the fuck, this ain’t Chanel, nigga, custom down?
Like, what the fuck, this ain’t Burberry, custom brown?
He said, “Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?”
Then he said, “Do that pussy purr?” I said, “Yup, meow”
Hold up, fuck boys, ain’t no need for you to roll up
Ain’t no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up
Keep these bitches on they toes like Manolo
Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO
Oh, whoa
Elegant bitch with a hoe glow
If it ain’t big, then I won’t blow
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Fuck is the tea? I just F’d a G
Make him say “Uhh”, just ask Master P
Ball so hard, I just took a knee
Get me Rocky A$AP, nigga, word to RIH

Freak
F-f-freak
Some gyal a freak
Gyal a freak
Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak

I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin’ and slidin’
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K

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