What you doing, Papa?
Hi, no, uh-uh
Say, "Hi" (hi)
Don't you know I'm no good for you?
I've learned to lose you, can't afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin'
But nothin' ever stops you leavin'
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
You never got to meet Papa
He sweet proper, he keep mama
On my toes, I needed help
You booked a flight in three days
You'd meet Papa (mh)
The waiting, the gazing
The painting, the raging
The raving, the pacing
The praying, the shaking
I must admit, I was breaking
I must admit, I was taking
I must admit, my heart was racing
Telephone ring, he didn't make it (he didn't make it)
I just believed you'd awaken
A memory in the makin'
Call me, won't you call me? (Call)
No, you gone
Are you gone already? (Don't you know too much already?)
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend, but keep me closer (call me back)
And I'll call you when the party's over
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
So dear, Onika, yes, real, 'Nika
Don't stress, Onika, so blessed, Onika
Today it's 12/3/23
Your baby's three, he's the best, Onika
Set me, set me, set me free (set me free)
Why didn't you come back to get me? (To get me)
Let me, let me, let me be (let me be)
Why would anyone want to love me? (To love me)
Rich, yes, but are you happy? (Rich, yes, but are you happy?)
All this guilt you carry is heavy (all of this guilt is heavy)
You've already made your peace with me
One day you'll have to forgive, mommy
But she knows you know too much already (don't you know too much already?)
I'll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend, but keep me closer (call me back)
And I'll call you when the party's over
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Nothin' is better sometimes
Once we've both said our goodbyes
Let's just let it go
Let me let you go
Quiet when I'm coming home and I'm on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
Nicki Minaj - Pink Friday 2 Album Lyrics
Nicki Minaj - Pink Friday 2 Lyrics
Writer: Onika Maraj, Finneas O'Connell
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Barbie Dangerous
(28Shit)
Ayo
Barbie dangerous
Weak bitches don't endanger us
You are over, you ain't in range of us
'Cause I won, won, won, won angel numbers
Fashions and Burberry rain boots
Lookin' like every designer fave muse
Front row next to the who's who
Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's loose
Name a rapper that can channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear
Ho, I'm mother of the year
Every summer I come out to walk, bitches
Make 'em disappear, but to me it's just another year
She ain't got that kind of flair, let me see what I'ma wear
They gon' copy, I'ma wear Moncler
Heavy on the arch (facts), he was hittin' from the back
Then he asks was all this my hair, um, yeah
Spit your game, pop your shit
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches, ain't got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pick one ticket, I got the white one
These rap bitches you like is my sons
Still gon' run this rap shit when I'm done
I'm still sittin' here, you got a lot to prove
Appreciatin' my solitude
Beef ain't my go-to but I got bags of this bread if we buyin' food
And I'm still queenin', Chanel bags, they still swingin'
Old hits, they still swingin'
They love the flow, they still streamin'
But it's kill season, you apologize but it's still treason
Got 'em steamin' like dry cleanin'
Move on my time and I ain't no demon
Hoes words ain't got no meanin'
Queen of this rap shitty, Bohemian
They worst nightmare, they still dreamin'
Bitches jackin' I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know the half 'til they cracked in two
So-called beef with who? Wait, who?
Broke a couple rap niggas hearts in two
Now them a chat pon interviews (interviews, interviews)
It's clear to see they wanna be me
Hit the road, E-X-I-T
My flow, they B-I-T
Shots thrown but I-D-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they can't S-I-T
My crown, you can't F-I-T
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
Spit your game, pop your shit
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches, ain't got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pick one ticket, I got the white one
These rap bitches you like is my sons
Still gon' run this rap shit when I'm done
Ayo
Barbie dangerous
Weak bitches don't endanger us
You are over, you ain't in range of us
'Cause I won, won, won, won angel numbers
Fashions and Burberry rain boots
Lookin' like every designer fave muse
Front row next to the who's who
Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw's loose
Name a rapper that can channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear
Ho, I'm mother of the year
Every summer I come out to walk, bitches
Make 'em disappear, but to me it's just another year
She ain't got that kind of flair, let me see what I'ma wear
They gon' copy, I'ma wear Moncler
Heavy on the arch (facts), he was hittin' from the back
Then he asks was all this my hair, um, yeah
Spit your game, pop your shit
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches, ain't got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pick one ticket, I got the white one
These rap bitches you like is my sons
Still gon' run this rap shit when I'm done
I'm still sittin' here, you got a lot to prove
Appreciatin' my solitude
Beef ain't my go-to but I got bags of this bread if we buyin' food
And I'm still queenin', Chanel bags, they still swingin'
Old hits, they still swingin'
They love the flow, they still streamin'
But it's kill season, you apologize but it's still treason
Got 'em steamin' like dry cleanin'
Move on my time and I ain't no demon
Hoes words ain't got no meanin'
Queen of this rap shitty, Bohemian
They worst nightmare, they still dreamin'
Bitches jackin' I'm still queenin'
And I'm still prayin'
You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First .22 by twenty-two
They don't know the half 'til they cracked in two
So-called beef with who? Wait, who?
Broke a couple rap niggas hearts in two
Now them a chat pon interviews (interviews, interviews)
It's clear to see they wanna be me
Hit the road, E-X-I-T
My flow, they B-I-T
Shots thrown but I-D-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they can't S-I-T
My crown, you can't F-I-T
I'ma tell you like a nigga told me
Spit your game, pop your shit
Face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches, ain't got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pick one ticket, I got the white one
These rap bitches you like is my sons
Still gon' run this rap shit when I'm done
Writer: Anthony Henderson, Bryon McCane, Christopher Wallace, Joshua Goods, Kameron Cole, Kendall Taylor, Onika Maraj, Sean Combs, Steven Howse, Steven Jordan
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
FTCU
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
(ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionare)
Yeah
F*ck this club up (yeah)
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
F*ck this club up (yeah)
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka) (yeah, yeah)
F*ck this club up (yeah)
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
Ayo
I tell 'em that I'm the Sleeze, they tellin' me, "Okay, prove it"
I leave these bitches on read, so they know that they blew it
I tell 'em I'm movin' units, my videos, they gon' view it
Spotify ain't gotta lie, they really streamin' my music (woo)
I give bitches the crown, they f*ck around and lose it, nah
I am the wave, I only wave when I'm tellin' 'em, "Bye"
Bitch, we ain't twinnin', ain't fraternal or identical
When I'm around, bitch, you know you become invisible
Mm, who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50" (brrt)
Come on, bitch, I just put a milli' on my Richie
Minus like fifty, mine was nine-fifty, sissy
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
Yeah, high heels on my tippies
Dolce and Gabbana, that's on my titties
Pop me Vetements when I ride the dickie
I still got the juice, bitch, buy a sippie
I will never slippy, like a Mickey
Stay in your Tory lane, bitch, I'm not Iggy
I know that these niggas tryna bang like Chiddy
I am such a catch, nigga, throw in ya mitty
Uh
Who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50"
Distribute about a million dollars, word to Brickies
Told 'em to keep fifty, my cut nine-fifty, bitchy
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two
I ate, I win
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two
I ate it up again
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
(ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionare)
Yeah
F*ck this club up (yeah)
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah)
F*ck this club up (yeah)
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka) (yeah, yeah)
F*ck this club up (yeah)
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
Ayo
I tell 'em that I'm the Sleeze, they tellin' me, "Okay, prove it"
I leave these bitches on read, so they know that they blew it
I tell 'em I'm movin' units, my videos, they gon' view it
Spotify ain't gotta lie, they really streamin' my music (woo)
I give bitches the crown, they f*ck around and lose it, nah
I am the wave, I only wave when I'm tellin' 'em, "Bye"
Bitch, we ain't twinnin', ain't fraternal or identical
When I'm around, bitch, you know you become invisible
Mm, who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50" (brrt)
Come on, bitch, I just put a milli' on my Richie
Minus like fifty, mine was nine-fifty, sissy
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
F*ck this club up
F*ck this, f*ck this club up (Flocka)
Yeah, high heels on my tippies
Dolce and Gabbana, that's on my titties
Pop me Vetements when I ride the dickie
I still got the juice, bitch, buy a sippie
I will never slippy, like a Mickey
Stay in your Tory lane, bitch, I'm not Iggy
I know that these niggas tryna bang like Chiddy
I am such a catch, nigga, throw in ya mitty
Uh
Who wanna play with Nicki?
Got the power, I could tell my niggas, "Spray like 50"
Distribute about a million dollars, word to Brickies
Told 'em to keep fifty, my cut nine-fifty, bitchy
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two
I ate, I win
Mm, give me my tens
Give me, give me my tens
Give me my tens
Then take away two
I ate it up again
Writer: Jacob Canady, Joshua Luellen, Juaquin Malphurs, Onika Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Beep Beep
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
Ayo
I drop a bag on a Rolls with the temp tags
My niggas locked, scammin' money out their pen pals
I know a bitch bust it open in the club
Introduce you to the plug, ten plates for like ten cash
I got the call, told him, "Meet me in the backstreets"
Got out the Jeep just to f*ck him in the backseat
I'm not impressed, I say, "Yo, the D mad weak"
Hit my niggas up, I got him robbed and that ass beat
I told him that he had the chance of a lifetime
Who wanna be a millionaire? I'm your lifeline
These bitches always checkin' for me like a Nike sign
Niggas always frontin' when they only did some light time
Beep, beep, beep, is that bleep?
Is that you talkin' to me? It's that deep?
If I don't even know you exist, is that beef?
When niggas get their jaw broke, wait, is that teeth?
Murda, murda, murda, murda, mm (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, mm (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, mm (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, mm (murda)
Wait, is that teeth?
Ayo
I drop a bag on a Rolls with the temp tags
My niggas locked, scammin' money out their pen pals
I know a bitch bust it open in the club
Introduce you to the plug, ten plates for like ten cash
I got the call, told him, "Meet me in the backstreets"
Got out the Jeep just to f*ck him in the backseat
I'm not impressed, I say, "Yo, the D mad weak"
Hit my niggas up, I got him robbed and that ass beat
I told him that he had the chance of a lifetime
Who wanna be a millionaire? I'm your lifeline
These bitches always checkin' for me like a Nike sign
Niggas always frontin' when they only did some light time
Beep, beep, beep, is that bleep?
Is that you talkin' to me? It's that deep?
If I don't even know you exist, is that beef?
When niggas get their jaw broke, wait, is that teeth?
Murda, murda, murda, murda, mm (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, mm (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, mm (murda)
Murda, murda, murda, murda, mm (murda)
Wait, is that teeth?
Writer: Gavin Matthew Valencia, Onika Tanya Maraj, Shane Lee Lindstrom
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Fallin 4 U
(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)
Ayo
Told him shoot his shot like his main opp
Now I'm fallin' for him like a raindrop
D-D-D-D-Done that, run that
Yo, Patty, give me the gun back
When he say cock it back, gun off safety
Thinkin' 'bout you lately, JoJo and K-Ci
I be on that calm flex, dem gyal hasty
Gyal dem want me fazed, but dem gyal dem can't face me
I-I ain't really tryna let him in, in
But if he a G, it's a win, win
Can't play the queen before the king, king
Bitch, I'm the Pinkprint, tell him to kiss the pink ring
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm, I think I'm
I think I'm fallin' for you
They like 'em, they fightin'
They comin', they tuggin'
I kill 'em, I beat 'em
I see them, they duckin'
Got pitbulls
We feed 'em, it's nothin'
They never been official
They never been the issue
Plus they know that my body T, my middle initial
I let him kiss the real
He know my looks could kill
These bitches gotta shake they ass to show sex appeal
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
Picture that, picture me givin' bitches slack
Picture pretendin' I ain't give all these bitches piggyback
Picture usin' me and the Barbz and never givin' back
Soon as they think they see the light, I turn the picture black
Ain't at the mall but between me and them, it's a gap
Picture sayin' that you the queen and knowin' it's a fact
Picture my head givin' wet and wavy, strawberry daq'
Yo, matter of fact, let me take that back before they steal that
Picture me openin' the vault, bitch, I seal that
Picture them disses stickin' like ribs, bitches feel that
Picture me tellin' bitches, "Catch it," outer field that
Picture me not tellin' my lil' niggas drill that
Picture you endin' up under the sea where the dread at
Picture not listenin' when I said you would dread that
I mean locked, ho, you-you's a chop ho
I'm number one, y'all go argue over top four
Clean sweep, you gettin' mopped, ho
Picture me dressed in black, they callin' me Miss Mary Mack
You get the picture, my niggas airin' that
Like-like Married To The Mob, bitch, I'm married to the MAC
Picture it not gettin' scary, it's airier than Max
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm, I think I'm
I think I'm fallin' for you
Ayo
You gotta catch me while I care
I ain't callin' for you
Watchin' my every move
You thought I was fallin' for you?
Ayo
Told him shoot his shot like his main opp
Now I'm fallin' for him like a raindrop
D-D-D-D-Done that, run that
Yo, Patty, give me the gun back
When he say cock it back, gun off safety
Thinkin' 'bout you lately, JoJo and K-Ci
I be on that calm flex, dem gyal hasty
Gyal dem want me fazed, but dem gyal dem can't face me
I-I ain't really tryna let him in, in
But if he a G, it's a win, win
Can't play the queen before the king, king
Bitch, I'm the Pinkprint, tell him to kiss the pink ring
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm, I think I'm
I think I'm fallin' for you
They like 'em, they fightin'
They comin', they tuggin'
I kill 'em, I beat 'em
I see them, they duckin'
Got pitbulls
We feed 'em, it's nothin'
They never been official
They never been the issue
Plus they know that my body T, my middle initial
I let him kiss the real
He know my looks could kill
These bitches gotta shake they ass to show sex appeal
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
Picture that, picture me givin' bitches slack
Picture pretendin' I ain't give all these bitches piggyback
Picture usin' me and the Barbz and never givin' back
Soon as they think they see the light, I turn the picture black
Ain't at the mall but between me and them, it's a gap
Picture sayin' that you the queen and knowin' it's a fact
Picture my head givin' wet and wavy, strawberry daq'
Yo, matter of fact, let me take that back before they steal that
Picture me openin' the vault, bitch, I seal that
Picture them disses stickin' like ribs, bitches feel that
Picture me tellin' bitches, "Catch it," outer field that
Picture me not tellin' my lil' niggas drill that
Picture you endin' up under the sea where the dread at
Picture not listenin' when I said you would dread that
I mean locked, ho, you-you's a chop ho
I'm number one, y'all go argue over top four
Clean sweep, you gettin' mopped, ho
Picture me dressed in black, they callin' me Miss Mary Mack
You get the picture, my niggas airin' that
Like-like Married To The Mob, bitch, I'm married to the MAC
Picture it not gettin' scary, it's airier than Max
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm fallin' for you
Fallin' for you
I think I'm, I think I'm
I think I'm fallin' for you
Ayo
You gotta catch me while I care
I ain't callin' for you
Watchin' my every move
You thought I was fallin' for you?
Writer: Darryon Burton, Jacob Canady, Onika Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Let Me Calm Down
Calm, calm down
Let me call you
When I calm, calm down
Let me call you
Calm, calm down (let me, let me, let me calm down)
Pull off and I almost hit him
He actin' like I ain't always with him
My heart sayin' I love him while I'm screamin' that I hate him
And ain't no more debatin', this time, it's a ultimatum
I never forgot where I was at the first day I met him
Yeah, it was love at first sight, but I ain't never sweat him
I knew if it was meant to be that one day I would let him
Twenty years later, them decisions, I don't regret them
Just wish you would give me space when I really need it
To be alone in my zone when I'm really heated
Just 'cause I am quiet, don't mean you're defeated
Wish you ain't need me to feel like you're completed
Don't wanna say somethin' mean when I don't mean it
Million missed calls, I don't wanna talk
Just did a detox, now I wanna spar
I wrote a line for you and it was beautiful
I made a sign for you to say you're beautiful
You're so, so irresistible
Take me to somewhere mystical
You're so
Do you know?
For you, I promise I'll try
For you, I promise I'll try
For you, I promise I'll try
Uh, havin' her ain't for the faint of heart
She bad as f*ck but hard to deal with, and it ain't her fault
She got ambition like the niggas, and the vision for herself
So she can't rest until she feel like she done made her mark
So if you love her, then you gotta learn to play your part
Sometimes you gotta play the back
But when you do, make sure you play it smart
All these niggas want her, so they hatin' hard
They talkin' slick and make you wanna pull a rated-R
You like her, love her like a brother, like her manager, an A&R
Plus a therapist when it start rainin' hard
Her life was trauma-filled, it left her with a tainted heart
Yet you the nigga that she wanna tat her name across
But you need patience and a lot of extra faith in God
To keep the family together at a time when it's so regular to break apart
So God forbid, y'all got a kid, therefore, I hate the thought
It's you and her against the world until it ain't no more breath in your lungs
I'm just a messenger, but God is who this message is from
I wanna send you my respect because I rep for the ones
That hold they wifey down despite all of the extras that come
Word to Willy Smith, these silly niggas heckle and shun
As if they life is somehow perfect and they never been plunged
Into a dark place, so I can't respect when it's done
It's family first through the worst, comin' second to none, for real
I wrote a line for you and it was beautiful
I made a sign for you to say you're beautiful
You're so, so irresistible
Take me to somewhere mystical
You're so
For you, know
For you, I promise I'll try
Let me call you
When I calm, calm down
Let me call you
Calm, calm down (let me, let me, let me calm down)
Pull off and I almost hit him
He actin' like I ain't always with him
My heart sayin' I love him while I'm screamin' that I hate him
And ain't no more debatin', this time, it's a ultimatum
I never forgot where I was at the first day I met him
Yeah, it was love at first sight, but I ain't never sweat him
I knew if it was meant to be that one day I would let him
Twenty years later, them decisions, I don't regret them
Just wish you would give me space when I really need it
To be alone in my zone when I'm really heated
Just 'cause I am quiet, don't mean you're defeated
Wish you ain't need me to feel like you're completed
Don't wanna say somethin' mean when I don't mean it
Million missed calls, I don't wanna talk
Just did a detox, now I wanna spar
I wrote a line for you and it was beautiful
I made a sign for you to say you're beautiful
You're so, so irresistible
Take me to somewhere mystical
You're so
Do you know?
For you, I promise I'll try
For you, I promise I'll try
For you, I promise I'll try
Uh, havin' her ain't for the faint of heart
She bad as f*ck but hard to deal with, and it ain't her fault
She got ambition like the niggas, and the vision for herself
So she can't rest until she feel like she done made her mark
So if you love her, then you gotta learn to play your part
Sometimes you gotta play the back
But when you do, make sure you play it smart
All these niggas want her, so they hatin' hard
They talkin' slick and make you wanna pull a rated-R
You like her, love her like a brother, like her manager, an A&R
Plus a therapist when it start rainin' hard
Her life was trauma-filled, it left her with a tainted heart
Yet you the nigga that she wanna tat her name across
But you need patience and a lot of extra faith in God
To keep the family together at a time when it's so regular to break apart
So God forbid, y'all got a kid, therefore, I hate the thought
It's you and her against the world until it ain't no more breath in your lungs
I'm just a messenger, but God is who this message is from
I wanna send you my respect because I rep for the ones
That hold they wifey down despite all of the extras that come
Word to Willy Smith, these silly niggas heckle and shun
As if they life is somehow perfect and they never been plunged
Into a dark place, so I can't respect when it's done
It's family first through the worst, comin' second to none, for real
I wrote a line for you and it was beautiful
I made a sign for you to say you're beautiful
You're so, so irresistible
Take me to somewhere mystical
You're so
For you, know
For you, I promise I'll try
Writer: Derrick Miller, Jacob Canady, Jermaine Cole, Ofer Shaul Ishai, Onika Maraj
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
RNB
Oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh
(28 shit)
Brr, ayy
Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (have to be)
I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, that body, body is a masterpiece
Freak, I throw it deep then put that ass to sleep
Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn't me (me)
Cheat, you had to cheat on him, and it's because of me (it's because of me)
Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (on me)
She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB (on me, yeah)
Ayo, real nigga bitch, call me RNB (ooh)
His ex bitches mad and they oughta be (kyuh)
Body a work of art like the Mona Li' (grrt)
See, it's a lot of y'all, only one of me (uh)
We don't make love, we be f*ckin', that's G shit
If he gotta put a opp down, I don't see shit
I keep his secrets, I let him beast it
Kissin' on my thighs and my breast, he two-pieced it (ooh)
I just wanna watch him do his push-ups with his sweats on
Every time he hit it, he gon' nail it like a press-on
When I ride his dick, the only time he gettin' flexed on
Hit it from the back with my pumps and my dress on (ooh)
If you love me, baby, tattoo my whole name
We be laughin' while they hatin' 'cause they so lame
Other niggas shoot they shot, but they got no aim (no aim)
Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (whoa)
I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, that body, body is a masterpiece (masterpiece)
Freak, I throw it deep then put that ass to sleep (baow, baow, baow)
Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn't me (wasn't me)
Cheat, you had to cheat on him, and it's because of me ('cause of me)
Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (oh, oh, oh)
She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB, yeah
She my RNB
F*ck her to some R&B, make me wanna sing
That shit sound like harmony when she moan for me
And that cat baby fat like Kimora Lee
Pop that pussy for a real nigga
I'ma mop that pussy like a spill, nigga
Make her pop that pussy like a pill, nigga
I'ma make her swap that pussy for a real nigga
If she give the opp that pussy, I'ma kill that bitch
I don't adopt that pussy, bitch, I kidnap it
I make her lock that pussy and conceal that clit
'Bout to buy a fake booty for a real-ass bitch, yeah
Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (whoa)
I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, that body, body is a masterpiece (oh)
Freak, I throw it deep then put that ass to sleep
Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn't me (wasn't me)
Cheat, you had to cheat on him, and it's because of me ('cause of me)
Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (oh)
She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB, yeah (whoa)
Lingerie on, I hope you waitin' for me, baby
My friends say you ain't shit, they hatin' on my baby (baby)
Off the '42, we f*ck around and make a baby (oh, no-no-no)
'Member when them boys pulled you over and we skated? (Baby)
Lingerie on, I hope you waitin' for me, baby (brr, hello?)
Your friends still hatin', shit, they hatin' on me, baby (oh)
We was on the block, now it's houses and they gated (oh)
I got a lot of bitches, they ain't f*ckin' with my baby
Uh, oh, baby
Oh, baby
Oh, oh, oh
(28 shit)
Brr, ayy
Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (have to be)
I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, that body, body is a masterpiece
Freak, I throw it deep then put that ass to sleep
Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn't me (me)
Cheat, you had to cheat on him, and it's because of me (it's because of me)
Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (on me)
She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB (on me, yeah)
Ayo, real nigga bitch, call me RNB (ooh)
His ex bitches mad and they oughta be (kyuh)
Body a work of art like the Mona Li' (grrt)
See, it's a lot of y'all, only one of me (uh)
We don't make love, we be f*ckin', that's G shit
If he gotta put a opp down, I don't see shit
I keep his secrets, I let him beast it
Kissin' on my thighs and my breast, he two-pieced it (ooh)
I just wanna watch him do his push-ups with his sweats on
Every time he hit it, he gon' nail it like a press-on
When I ride his dick, the only time he gettin' flexed on
Hit it from the back with my pumps and my dress on (ooh)
If you love me, baby, tattoo my whole name
We be laughin' while they hatin' 'cause they so lame
Other niggas shoot they shot, but they got no aim (no aim)
Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (whoa)
I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, that body, body is a masterpiece (masterpiece)
Freak, I throw it deep then put that ass to sleep (baow, baow, baow)
Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn't me (wasn't me)
Cheat, you had to cheat on him, and it's because of me ('cause of me)
Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (oh, oh, oh)
She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB, yeah
She my RNB
F*ck her to some R&B, make me wanna sing
That shit sound like harmony when she moan for me
And that cat baby fat like Kimora Lee
Pop that pussy for a real nigga
I'ma mop that pussy like a spill, nigga
Make her pop that pussy like a pill, nigga
I'ma make her swap that pussy for a real nigga
If she give the opp that pussy, I'ma kill that bitch
I don't adopt that pussy, bitch, I kidnap it
I make her lock that pussy and conceal that clit
'Bout to buy a fake booty for a real-ass bitch, yeah
Creep, creep, my lil' secret, she don't have to be (whoa)
I just need you 'bout it, 'bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, that body, body is a masterpiece (oh)
Freak, I throw it deep then put that ass to sleep
Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn't me (wasn't me)
Cheat, you had to cheat on him, and it's because of me ('cause of me)
Heat, when I'm in the streets, can't get one on me (oh)
She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB, yeah (whoa)
Lingerie on, I hope you waitin' for me, baby
My friends say you ain't shit, they hatin' on my baby (baby)
Off the '42, we f*ck around and make a baby (oh, no-no-no)
'Member when them boys pulled you over and we skated? (Baby)
Lingerie on, I hope you waitin' for me, baby (brr, hello?)
Your friends still hatin', shit, they hatin' on me, baby (oh)
We was on the block, now it's houses and they gated (oh)
I got a lot of bitches, they ain't f*ckin' with my baby
Uh, oh, baby
Oh, baby
Writer: Dwayne Carter, Joshua Daiquan Goods, Kendall Taylor, Onika Tanya Maraj, Tomislav Ratesic
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Pink Birthday
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah
I'ma make you feel like it's your special day
I'm about to decorate, let's celebrate
I won't hesitate, do anything you say
Mmm (anything you say)
It's okay, it's your day, it's your way
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday
Uh
It's your party, you can do what you want to
Got the champagne, got your favorite blunts too
Do the six-nine 'fore we do the one-two
On call and f*ck me like you want to
Vanilla ice cream comin' down my ass cheeks
These them throw it back, make it clap cheeks
He like the way I smell, PF2
He bend me up, pre-etzel
I let him have his cake and I let him eat it too
He Mike Jack' and, yeah, I let him beat it too
Pink birthday card, this from me to you
(Hey)
Lowkey 'cause we just that ill now
Ain't never had a ill bitch 'til now
Post a pic, got him jackin' like Jill now
Break the internet at will now
I'ma make you feel like it's your special day
I'm about to decorate, let's celebrate
I won't hesitate, do anything you say
Mmm (anything you say)
It's okay, it's your day, it's your way
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah
I'ma make you feel like it's your special day
I'm about to decorate, let's celebrate
I won't hesitate, do anything you say
Mmm (anything you say)
It's okay, it's your day, it's your way
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday
Uh
It's your party, you can do what you want to
Got the champagne, got your favorite blunts too
Do the six-nine 'fore we do the one-two
On call and f*ck me like you want to
Vanilla ice cream comin' down my ass cheeks
These them throw it back, make it clap cheeks
He like the way I smell, PF2
He bend me up, pre-etzel
I let him have his cake and I let him eat it too
He Mike Jack' and, yeah, I let him beat it too
Pink birthday card, this from me to you
(Hey)
Lowkey 'cause we just that ill now
Ain't never had a ill bitch 'til now
Post a pic, got him jackin' like Jill now
Break the internet at will now
I'ma make you feel like it's your special day
I'm about to decorate, let's celebrate
I won't hesitate, do anything you say
Mmm (anything you say)
It's okay, it's your day, it's your way
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday
Writer: Amir Sims, Chase Lieberman, Jacquees Webster, Leland Wayne, Matthew Samuels, Michael Dean, Onika Maraj, Peter Mellin, Shubhkarman Pruthi, Sonny Uwaezuoke
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Needle
I mean, I don't ever fight girls, I saw Sheila at Seraphin
Maybe we had too much tequila
Actually, yeah, we definitely had too much tequila
'Cause I don't know why I'm even playin' on your phone right now
I'ma just block you, bye
If these diamonds in my ear can't weigh me down now
What makes you think you could weigh me down? Stop it right now
Friends were pessimistic 'bout our love, heard they tight now
We both know they're miserable at home, f*ck 'em all
If this Rollie on my wrist can't weigh me down, mm-mm-mm
What makes you think you could weigh me down? Stop it right now
Friends, they like it better when you're down, let's not talk about it
It's just you and me and
I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Please, obey that, don't delay that
My lil' wild eye, been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that
Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Let's engage that, don't delay that
You're like a needle, life's a haystack
Friends they can leave, but you could stay back
I could stay back, I could take that
Calm and laid back on our way back
Make a movie, watch the playback
Nah, don't save that, I don't play that
(Pon di, pon di) pon di buddy whining
A badman, he wanna taste the icing
Gyal haffi, gyal haffi, haffi give me my ting
Commission for the game that I be providing
I was in Trinidad, let us consider that
Immigrant to a boss, bitches bitter and mad
Poppin' out like a cork, duckin' 'em like Björk
Bitches get out of line, I give 'em them one of dem talks
I tell 'em, "Send a jet," a Valentino drip
See, like the way it grip
My hips, cuppin' my breasts
Shadin' like silhouettes, spinnin' like pirouettes
It gave nothin', bitch, thank you for zero, next
Damn, Drizzy, another bitter ex
Shout out my intellects
I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Please, obey that, don't delay that
My lil' wild eye, been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that
Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Let's engage that, don't delay that
You're like a needle, life's a haystack
Friends they can leave, but you could stay back
Baby, and you're still my baby
I know I get crazy
I know I get feisty (ah-ah-ah)
Baby, and you're still my baby
You said I would make it
I'm so glad we made it (so glad we made it)
Gyal ah gwan from the likkle island gyal to CEO
Man ah gwan from Toronto, Canada to OVO
Ghetto gyal have di the wickedest slam, everybody know
Gyal haffi, gyal haffi, haffi give me my ting
Commission for the game that I be providing-ing
I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Please, obey that, don't delay that
My lil' wild eye, been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that
Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Let's engage that, don't delay that
You're like a needle, life's a haystack
Friends they can leave, but you could stay back
You can stay back, you can stay back, you can stay back
Can stay back, can stay back
Mm-hmm
Maybe we had too much tequila
Actually, yeah, we definitely had too much tequila
'Cause I don't know why I'm even playin' on your phone right now
I'ma just block you, bye
If these diamonds in my ear can't weigh me down now
What makes you think you could weigh me down? Stop it right now
Friends were pessimistic 'bout our love, heard they tight now
We both know they're miserable at home, f*ck 'em all
If this Rollie on my wrist can't weigh me down, mm-mm-mm
What makes you think you could weigh me down? Stop it right now
Friends, they like it better when you're down, let's not talk about it
It's just you and me and
I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Please, obey that, don't delay that
My lil' wild eye, been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that
Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Let's engage that, don't delay that
You're like a needle, life's a haystack
Friends they can leave, but you could stay back
I could stay back, I could take that
Calm and laid back on our way back
Make a movie, watch the playback
Nah, don't save that, I don't play that
(Pon di, pon di) pon di buddy whining
A badman, he wanna taste the icing
Gyal haffi, gyal haffi, haffi give me my ting
Commission for the game that I be providing
I was in Trinidad, let us consider that
Immigrant to a boss, bitches bitter and mad
Poppin' out like a cork, duckin' 'em like Björk
Bitches get out of line, I give 'em them one of dem talks
I tell 'em, "Send a jet," a Valentino drip
See, like the way it grip
My hips, cuppin' my breasts
Shadin' like silhouettes, spinnin' like pirouettes
It gave nothin', bitch, thank you for zero, next
Damn, Drizzy, another bitter ex
Shout out my intellects
I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Please, obey that, don't delay that
My lil' wild eye, been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that
Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Let's engage that, don't delay that
You're like a needle, life's a haystack
Friends they can leave, but you could stay back
Baby, and you're still my baby
I know I get crazy
I know I get feisty (ah-ah-ah)
Baby, and you're still my baby
You said I would make it
I'm so glad we made it (so glad we made it)
Gyal ah gwan from the likkle island gyal to CEO
Man ah gwan from Toronto, Canada to OVO
Ghetto gyal have di the wickedest slam, everybody know
Gyal haffi, gyal haffi, haffi give me my ting
Commission for the game that I be providing-ing
I just wanna pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Please, obey that, don't delay that
My lil' wild eye, been a shy guy all of my life, we should change that
Pull up the Maybach and bend your leg back
Let's engage that, don't delay that
You're like a needle, life's a haystack
Friends they can leave, but you could stay back
You can stay back, you can stay back, you can stay back
Can stay back, can stay back
Mm-hmm
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Johann Deterville, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Onika Tanya Maraj, Noah James Jr. Shebib, Rahiem Hurlock
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Ayo
Who the f*ck is this? I think I might know his bitch
Ice on his wrist, pullin' up in the six
Talkin' 'bout he packin' like a flight for a trip
Said he don't drink but he might take a sip
Be on point when you come through to see me
He know all these other bitches really wanna be me
I know how to make a nigga dick get creamy, pussy dreamy
Ayo, one, two, check, one, it's fun too
I get it done too, forty inch my frontal
I get it three, four, yep, yep, I'm 'bout to ride him like a seesaw
Is that C. Dior?
Do you see? If she don't give you head when you pull up in the V
If she don't bust it open on islands by the sea
K-I-S-S-I-N-G while you rollin' the tree
Rude boy, yuh nah pree?
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Ayo
Welcome to the show, yeah, this the rodeo
The bull I ride is not mechanical
Peak under my dress, Marilyn Monroe
I got a cowboy, the boy is gung ho
Better than me? Oh, no, not one ho
Big buckle on, his cowboy hat low
Nigga said he packin', I said pack more
Copycats crunchy like an apple
Excuse me, what I gotta do to show these bitches don't amuse me?
Prada, Milan, Italy, yeah, that is what my shoes be
I'ma keep it real with you, so please do not accuse me
If you can't do it three times a night you're gonna lose me
Yo, babe, pass me the two-piece
The colorful one must be the Pucci, ussy
I know the pussy really juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Cowgirl
Cowgirl
I'ma ride him
Cowgirl
Cowgirl
Boy, they could never be you
None of them could ever be this cute
Boy-boy, they could never be you
Can't fight, they can never beat you
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Ayo
Who the f*ck is this? I think I might know his bitch
Ice on his wrist, pullin' up in the six
Talkin' 'bout he packin' like a flight for a trip
Said he don't drink but he might take a sip
Be on point when you come through to see me
He know all these other bitches really wanna be me
I know how to make a nigga dick get creamy, pussy dreamy
Ayo, one, two, check, one, it's fun too
I get it done too, forty inch my frontal
I get it three, four, yep, yep, I'm 'bout to ride him like a seesaw
Is that C. Dior?
Do you see? If she don't give you head when you pull up in the V
If she don't bust it open on islands by the sea
K-I-S-S-I-N-G while you rollin' the tree
Rude boy, yuh nah pree?
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Ayo
Welcome to the show, yeah, this the rodeo
The bull I ride is not mechanical
Peak under my dress, Marilyn Monroe
I got a cowboy, the boy is gung ho
Better than me? Oh, no, not one ho
Big buckle on, his cowboy hat low
Nigga said he packin', I said pack more
Copycats crunchy like an apple
Excuse me, what I gotta do to show these bitches don't amuse me?
Prada, Milan, Italy, yeah, that is what my shoes be
I'ma keep it real with you, so please do not accuse me
If you can't do it three times a night you're gonna lose me
Yo, babe, pass me the two-piece
The colorful one must be the Pucci, ussy
I know the pussy really juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Cowgirl
Cowgirl
I'ma ride him
Cowgirl
Cowgirl
Boy, they could never be you
None of them could ever be this cute
Boy-boy, they could never be you
Can't fight, they can never beat you
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
He's gon' look me in the eyes
And I'ma ride him cowgirl, cowgirl
Writer: Alyssa Lourdiz Cantu, Onika Maraj, Rocco Valdes, Ryan Ogren, Lukasz Gottwald
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Everybody
Mm
Ain't gang if you let shit slide
Ain't bad if you gotta dick ride
Big guns and a lotta zip ties (ayy, Smallz, is that you?)
Said she look like me, quit lyin'
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop (don't stop, don't stop the beat)
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop (can't stop, won't stop the beat)
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop (won't stop, won't stop the beat, let's go)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
Ayo
All these bitches on my (body)
Spent another bag on my (body)
Nah, nigga, you ain't f*cked the new (body)
Every whip heavy on that new (body)
Shorty mad 'cause she ain't no (body)
Pretty face with a Barbie doll (body)
Another year, another Vince Lom- (body)
Oh (move your feet and-)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (target)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (neutralize)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (trigger)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (shoot, fire)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire)
Don't stop, don't stop the beat (fire, fire)
Can't stop (let's go), can't stop the beat (fire)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
I ain't tryna be buddy (body)
I'm a multi-million dollar home (body)
Hollow-points gonna go through your (body)
Washin' them bitches, Bath and (Body)
He be kissin' all over my (body)
Get his dick stiffer than a ro- (body)
Another year, another Vince Lom- (body)
Oh (move your feet and-)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (target)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (neutralize)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (trigger)
D-d-don't stop the beat (uh), don't stop the beat (shoot, fire)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire, oh)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire, uh, fire, oh)
Can't stop (let's go), can't stop the beat (fire)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
Lil Uzi
Whoa (body)
Better than every- (body)
My felony is catchin' (body)
They don't even know my (body)
(Whoa) all my bitches get jealous (body)
Buy them all BBLs, so they got a (body)
One, two, three, four, five, just throwin' my (body)
Beat so hard that a nigga might die (move your feet and-)
Damn
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (this ain't what you want, ah)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (this ain't what you want, ah)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (this ain't what you want, ah)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (this ain't what you want, ah)
All of my bitches get jealous (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Got a old school girl still rockin them Pelles (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Got a young bitch like a nigga on Belly (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Himalayan pussy worth way more than a kellen (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Good coochie worth way more than a what? (Don't stop, don't stop)
I like to see it from the front when I look at your butt (don't stop, don't stop)
She got the junk in the trunk, it's the reason why I'm cuffin' (don't stop, don't stop)
I don't even care if my opp really my cousin (don't stop, don't stop the beat)
All of my niggas they slide with the button (can't stop, can't stop)
Let's go, let's go (brrt, brrt)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
Body, body, body, body
Body, body, body, body
Move your feet and feel u-
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Ain't gang if you let shit slide
Ain't bad if you gotta dick ride
Big guns and a lotta zip ties (ayy, Smallz, is that you?)
Said she look like me, quit lyin'
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop (don't stop, don't stop the beat)
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop (can't stop, won't stop the beat)
Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop, don't stop (won't stop, won't stop the beat, let's go)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
Ayo
All these bitches on my (body)
Spent another bag on my (body)
Nah, nigga, you ain't f*cked the new (body)
Every whip heavy on that new (body)
Shorty mad 'cause she ain't no (body)
Pretty face with a Barbie doll (body)
Another year, another Vince Lom- (body)
Oh (move your feet and-)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (target)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (neutralize)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (trigger)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (shoot, fire)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire)
Don't stop, don't stop the beat (fire, fire)
Can't stop (let's go), can't stop the beat (fire)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
I ain't tryna be buddy (body)
I'm a multi-million dollar home (body)
Hollow-points gonna go through your (body)
Washin' them bitches, Bath and (Body)
He be kissin' all over my (body)
Get his dick stiffer than a ro- (body)
Another year, another Vince Lom- (body)
Oh (move your feet and-)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (target)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (neutralize)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (trigger)
D-d-don't stop the beat (uh), don't stop the beat (shoot, fire)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire, oh)
Don't stop, don't stop (fire, uh, fire, oh)
Can't stop (let's go), can't stop the beat (fire)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
Lil Uzi
Whoa (body)
Better than every- (body)
My felony is catchin' (body)
They don't even know my (body)
(Whoa) all my bitches get jealous (body)
Buy them all BBLs, so they got a (body)
One, two, three, four, five, just throwin' my (body)
Beat so hard that a nigga might die (move your feet and-)
Damn
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (this ain't what you want, ah)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (this ain't what you want, ah)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (this ain't what you want, ah)
D-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat (this ain't what you want, ah)
All of my bitches get jealous (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Got a old school girl still rockin them Pelles (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Got a young bitch like a nigga on Belly (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Himalayan pussy worth way more than a kellen (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Good coochie worth way more than a what? (Don't stop, don't stop)
I like to see it from the front when I look at your butt (don't stop, don't stop)
She got the junk in the trunk, it's the reason why I'm cuffin' (don't stop, don't stop)
I don't even care if my opp really my cousin (don't stop, don't stop the beat)
All of my niggas they slide with the button (can't stop, can't stop)
Let's go, let's go (brrt, brrt)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
We gon' spin and kill (everybody)
These bitches f*ck (everybody)
A nigga tellin' on (everybody)
Oh (move your feet and feel u-)
Body, body, body, body
Body, body, body, body
Move your feet and feel u-
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat
Writer: Isaiah Henry, Jesper Mortensen, Joshua Goods, Onika Maraj, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Big Difference
(Monsta's gon' tear it up)
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
I'm on a whole 'nother level, these bitches is out of they league
These bitches ain't battin' like me
You bitches ain't badder than me
You bitches don't count on these bitches can't count
I am not the one, two, or the three
You bitches look up to me
You said you look up to her, but really you look up to me (me)
I can't be playin' with niggas, I married a G
I got some niggas that do what I say
If I tell 'em to shoot, they pull up from the three
When bitches be rappin', I'm laughin'
It sound like you tryin' to me
I'm who you dyin' to be
Will somebody cop all these groupies a ticket? 'Cause I'm who they dyin' to meet
I'm in the city, I drop a location and all of the killers come out
These niggas be frontin' for y'all, but they play the back when them killers is out
When them killers is out, cut 'em off like the scissors is out
When Barbie touchdown, the baddest of bitches is out
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
We not the same you my opposite
I am the queen you my opp and shit
The corniest bitches be poppin' shit
Everything a Fendi, fact, you know I just dropped my shit
I just pulled the Rolls up on me
Got the Draco for whoever rolls up on me (uh)
Put my pretty feet up on mean
I call my boyfriend then you gettin' beat up by me
Ayo, what's the teacup on me?
Tryna be down but they can't even keep up on me
Uh, this them new Bottega open toes
Who gon' tell her that it's Barbie, bitch? Ho, Barbie knows (brr)
Uh, couldn't see me with a hologram
It's that multicolor Louis V monogram
Uh, and I'm smokin' on that Taliban
I ain't skiin' but my neck is givin' avalanche (avalanche, avalanche)
(Like my, like my, like my, like my-)
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
Mm (it's a big difference)
They know the difference (it's a big difference)
Ayo, they know the difference (between me and you, I ain't nothin' like)
They ain't the one or the two or the three or the four
Still don't add up to me
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
I'm on a whole 'nother level, these bitches is out of they league
These bitches ain't battin' like me
You bitches ain't badder than me
You bitches don't count on these bitches can't count
I am not the one, two, or the three
You bitches look up to me
You said you look up to her, but really you look up to me (me)
I can't be playin' with niggas, I married a G
I got some niggas that do what I say
If I tell 'em to shoot, they pull up from the three
When bitches be rappin', I'm laughin'
It sound like you tryin' to me
I'm who you dyin' to be
Will somebody cop all these groupies a ticket? 'Cause I'm who they dyin' to meet
I'm in the city, I drop a location and all of the killers come out
These niggas be frontin' for y'all, but they play the back when them killers is out
When them killers is out, cut 'em off like the scissors is out
When Barbie touchdown, the baddest of bitches is out
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
We not the same you my opposite
I am the queen you my opp and shit
The corniest bitches be poppin' shit
Everything a Fendi, fact, you know I just dropped my shit
I just pulled the Rolls up on me
Got the Draco for whoever rolls up on me (uh)
Put my pretty feet up on mean
I call my boyfriend then you gettin' beat up by me
Ayo, what's the teacup on me?
Tryna be down but they can't even keep up on me
Uh, this them new Bottega open toes
Who gon' tell her that it's Barbie, bitch? Ho, Barbie knows (brr)
Uh, couldn't see me with a hologram
It's that multicolor Louis V monogram
Uh, and I'm smokin' on that Taliban
I ain't skiin' but my neck is givin' avalanche (avalanche, avalanche)
(Like my, like my, like my, like my-)
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
Like my hunnids blue (blue)
Bad bitches, yeah, I keep 'em by the two
It's a big difference between me and you
I ain't nothin' like you, you, you, or you
Uh
Mm (it's a big difference)
They know the difference (it's a big difference)
Ayo, they know the difference (between me and you, I ain't nothin' like)
They ain't the one or the two or the three or the four
Still don't add up to me
Writer: DERRICK MILANO, ISAAC DE BONI, JAHMAL GWIN, KEANU DEAN TORRES, MARCUS DARNELL SLADE, MICHAEL MULE, ONIKA TANYA MARAJ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Red Ruby Da Sleeze
Queen
Only on them C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nǐ hǎo)
Who the f*ck told bitches they was me now? (Ooh)
I knew these bitches was slow, I ain't know these bitches senile (ooh)
Married a shooter case you niggas tried to breathe loud (brrt)
Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire"
I'm the A-B side
Seven-hundred on 'em horses when we fixin' to leave
But I don't f*ck with horses since Christopher Reeves
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip
It's .40s with .30 clips, FN's with the switch
Guacamole with the taco, waitin' on El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe
Bad gyal don't die-die-die (brrt) (die-die)
Hunnid rounds on that grrah-ta-ta (grrah-ta-ta-ta)
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta (baow)
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah (my lil' ahh)
Bad gyal don't run from nobody like, ah (ooh)
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body like, yeah (ooh)
Boy haffi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me
Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na
His ex hit him, he like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah"
He want the bad gyal sleeze like that, well, I'm a tease like that
Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na
He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na
I like it when he grab my cheeks like that (uh)
Well, I'm a freak like that
Bad gyal don't die-die-die
Hunnid rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta (grrah)
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta (blaow)
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah (my lil' ahh)
Bad gyal don't run from nobody like, ah (ooh)
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body like, yeah (ooh)
Boy haffi dead if he ever diss me (me, yeah)
You know what to do if he ever miss me
When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach
Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes
Dorito bitches mad that they not chose
Shout out my vatos
Shout out to hoes that's watchin' me like Movados (click, click, click)
All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?
Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost, hoes
Big truck but I'm alone like Post though
Call Malone and tell him I'm goin' postal (brrt)
These bitches rappin' like my blooper roll
Desert Eagle if your nigga actin' super bold
(Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) got 'em like, "Uh-oh"
Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogle
Ya f*ckin' bozo
That .40 cal'll make 'em dance like a go-go
Super facts, that's word to Super Cat
We ah rude gyal yute and we nuh tek back we chat
'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee
Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy
Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths
Six-hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?
Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce
Thierry Mugler flow, tryna cut the cloth
See the difference is I run businesses
If I ain't employ you then what ya business is?
I'll have staff roll up, like what the business is?
Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses?
Bad gyal don't die-die-die
Hunnid rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta (grrah)
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta (blaow)
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah (my lil' ahh)
Bad gyal don't run from nobody like, ah (ooh)
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body like, yeah (ooh)
Boy haffi dead if he ever diss me (me, yeah)
You know what to do if he ever miss me
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay
Only on them C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nǐ hǎo)
Who the f*ck told bitches they was me now? (Ooh)
I knew these bitches was slow, I ain't know these bitches senile (ooh)
Married a shooter case you niggas tried to breathe loud (brrt)
Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire"
I'm the A-B side
Seven-hundred on 'em horses when we fixin' to leave
But I don't f*ck with horses since Christopher Reeves
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip
It's .40s with .30 clips, FN's with the switch
Guacamole with the taco, waitin' on El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe
Bad gyal don't die-die-die (brrt) (die-die)
Hunnid rounds on that grrah-ta-ta (grrah-ta-ta-ta)
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta (baow)
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah (my lil' ahh)
Bad gyal don't run from nobody like, ah (ooh)
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body like, yeah (ooh)
Boy haffi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me
Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na
His ex hit him, he like, "Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah"
He want the bad gyal sleeze like that, well, I'm a tease like that
Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na
He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We don't be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na
I like it when he grab my cheeks like that (uh)
Well, I'm a freak like that
Bad gyal don't die-die-die
Hunnid rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta (grrah)
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta (blaow)
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah (my lil' ahh)
Bad gyal don't run from nobody like, ah (ooh)
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body like, yeah (ooh)
Boy haffi dead if he ever diss me (me, yeah)
You know what to do if he ever miss me
When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach
Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes
Dorito bitches mad that they not chose
Shout out my vatos
Shout out to hoes that's watchin' me like Movados (click, click, click)
All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?
Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost, hoes
Big truck but I'm alone like Post though
Call Malone and tell him I'm goin' postal (brrt)
These bitches rappin' like my blooper roll
Desert Eagle if your nigga actin' super bold
(Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) got 'em like, "Uh-oh"
Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogle
Ya f*ckin' bozo
That .40 cal'll make 'em dance like a go-go
Super facts, that's word to Super Cat
We ah rude gyal yute and we nuh tek back we chat
'Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee
Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy
Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths
Six-hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?
Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce
Thierry Mugler flow, tryna cut the cloth
See the difference is I run businesses
If I ain't employ you then what ya business is?
I'll have staff roll up, like what the business is?
Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses?
Bad gyal don't die-die-die
Hunnid rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta (grrah)
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta (blaow)
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah (my lil' ahh)
Bad gyal don't run from nobody like, ah (ooh)
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body like, yeah (ooh)
Boy haffi dead if he ever diss me (me, yeah)
You know what to do if he ever miss me
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay
Writer: Darryl Patric McCorkell, Edwin Zacarias Perez, Irvin Whitlow, Joshua Muhammed, Joshua Daiquan Goods, Kevin Andre Price, Kristen Allyssa Spenser, Lumidee Cedeno, Onika Tanya Maraj, Teddy Rafael Mendez
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © DistroKid, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Forward from Trini
(Bas Beats)
Yuh sih?
Fully dunce
Bruk a gyal bad like Nicki an' she
An' she forward from Trini, an' she
She, she small, broad and witty an' she
Real brave, she nuh gwan like pitney, an' she
Have a small pussy, small, slippery, an' she
Gwan wicked and me start dig it
An' she start crawb mi skin and a gwan like bitch
She gimme all style wid it, make me wan wife it
She just a bounce pon mi buddy an' she (yeah)
Tear an' scrape up mi buddy, you a make up yuh face
Me ah tear up yuh tummy, an' she
Yuh pussy so great, mi haffi love it, do yuh hair
And yuh nails, yuh nuh fava nuh duppy
Cum inna yuh mouth, mek yuh chug it
She a smile and a seh me taste like a curry
Gun inna mi waist like a police
She love bad man
Waist like a police
Gun inna yuh waist like a police
She love, she love bad man
Waist like a police
Me said di gun inna yuh waist like a
She love, she love bad man (ayo)
They gotta look to me for what's next
Too busy tryin' to tracce my footsteps
Hit up my account and send me go a shop
Bwoy, mi pussy good suh, bombo-rassclaat
Mm, hard fi get me
Hard fi left me
Hard to forget me
You get me, man, you get me
Where Trinidad, Jamaica pop shit
Guyana, Barbados inna yuh top shit
Bahamas, Saint Thomas, Turks and Caicos
Belize, Saint Kitts, Haiti and Lagos
Out in Cali, they love me, down in Valley, they love me
Out in Valley, they dumbin', out in Maui, we comin'
Poppin' out in Bengali, lookin' just like a dolly
With a pretty Somali, then hit Malawi
She love gunman in action, you got dat?
And if you nah flick batty, betta lock chat
She wan gangster fi kill her wid backshot
Gunman up inna yuh belly like hopscotch
Send it right up in deh, yuh tink mi ramp up?
Barbz and dolly me say, my name comes up
Violent, island girls, we get the thumbs up
Gunman nuh beg you a f*ck, me talk straight up
Straight up, me hail and me like how yuh nails stay
Shape good, yuh name good, gwan wid yuh ways, nuh?
Yuh man fail you, me deh yah suh fi save you
Me nuh wear cape, have gun pon mi waist too
Bruk a, bruk a gyal bad like Nicki, an' she
An' she forward from Trini, an' she
She, she small, broad and witty an' she
Real brave, she nuh gwan like pitney, an' she
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa (brr)
Yuh sih?
Fully dunce
Bruk a gyal bad like Nicki an' she
An' she forward from Trini, an' she
She, she small, broad and witty an' she
Real brave, she nuh gwan like pitney, an' she
Have a small pussy, small, slippery, an' she
Gwan wicked and me start dig it
An' she start crawb mi skin and a gwan like bitch
She gimme all style wid it, make me wan wife it
She just a bounce pon mi buddy an' she (yeah)
Tear an' scrape up mi buddy, you a make up yuh face
Me ah tear up yuh tummy, an' she
Yuh pussy so great, mi haffi love it, do yuh hair
And yuh nails, yuh nuh fava nuh duppy
Cum inna yuh mouth, mek yuh chug it
She a smile and a seh me taste like a curry
Gun inna mi waist like a police
She love bad man
Waist like a police
Gun inna yuh waist like a police
She love, she love bad man
Waist like a police
Me said di gun inna yuh waist like a
She love, she love bad man (ayo)
They gotta look to me for what's next
Too busy tryin' to tracce my footsteps
Hit up my account and send me go a shop
Bwoy, mi pussy good suh, bombo-rassclaat
Mm, hard fi get me
Hard fi left me
Hard to forget me
You get me, man, you get me
Where Trinidad, Jamaica pop shit
Guyana, Barbados inna yuh top shit
Bahamas, Saint Thomas, Turks and Caicos
Belize, Saint Kitts, Haiti and Lagos
Out in Cali, they love me, down in Valley, they love me
Out in Valley, they dumbin', out in Maui, we comin'
Poppin' out in Bengali, lookin' just like a dolly
With a pretty Somali, then hit Malawi
She love gunman in action, you got dat?
And if you nah flick batty, betta lock chat
She wan gangster fi kill her wid backshot
Gunman up inna yuh belly like hopscotch
Send it right up in deh, yuh tink mi ramp up?
Barbz and dolly me say, my name comes up
Violent, island girls, we get the thumbs up
Gunman nuh beg you a f*ck, me talk straight up
Straight up, me hail and me like how yuh nails stay
Shape good, yuh name good, gwan wid yuh ways, nuh?
Yuh man fail you, me deh yah suh fi save you
Me nuh wear cape, have gun pon mi waist too
Bruk a, bruk a gyal bad like Nicki, an' she
An' she forward from Trini, an' she
She, she small, broad and witty an' she
Real brave, she nuh gwan like pitney, an' she
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa (brr)
Writer: Dave Kelly, Emelio Lynch, Emwah Warmington, Kevaun Douglas, Onika Maraj, Rowan Melhado, Sebastian Loers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pink Friday Girls
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh, daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
I could tell he the one 'cause they hatin' on him
Used to be a high roller, but I skated on him
When he went away, then I just waited on him
Came back, then I got X-rated on him
Never, never hesitated on him
Even though I had to go up, elevated on him
Had the trap house, but it got raided on him
But I kept a real player, never traded on him, uh
I mean, I wouldn't call them mini-me's
More like some goofy, dizzy, raggedy-ass enemies, I mean
One thing for sure, ain't no forgettin' me
Me and my girls been them, hoes start, we end them, uh
When the sun hit his eyes, I wanna star-star, tw-twinkle at night
Guys, I just can't say bye
Suddenly speak Thai, man, he samurai fly
Phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh, daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have-
I'm lookin' for (I'm lookin' for), I'm lookin' for my baby (I'm lookin' for)
I'm lookin' for (I'm lookin' for), I'm lookin' for my baby
Look-lookin' for my lip gloss and my liner (liner)
Lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner)
Got him smilin' 'cause he know I outshine her (shine her)
Had to-had to pop her just to remind her
Easy lil' ho, don't know my MO
If I want your nigga, then just let him go
Can't sit in my seat, can't sit in my row
He been said I'm yes, he been said you no
He got a fetish for some pretty feet
He got that super bass, make my heart skip a beat, I mean
Red cups like double D's
Chanel bags everywhere, that's double C's
Uh, you rich bitch, buyin' your dreams
You know we gettin' to the bag, keepin' it a bean
(They said-) they said what? Oh, yeah, I seen
We doin' great, Alexander, word to McQueen
Phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh, daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have-
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (that's all they really want, have fun)
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (that's all they really want, have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (wanna have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (wanna have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (wanna have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (wanna have fun)
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (have fun)
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (have fun)
My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh, daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
I could tell he the one 'cause they hatin' on him
Used to be a high roller, but I skated on him
When he went away, then I just waited on him
Came back, then I got X-rated on him
Never, never hesitated on him
Even though I had to go up, elevated on him
Had the trap house, but it got raided on him
But I kept a real player, never traded on him, uh
I mean, I wouldn't call them mini-me's
More like some goofy, dizzy, raggedy-ass enemies, I mean
One thing for sure, ain't no forgettin' me
Me and my girls been them, hoes start, we end them, uh
When the sun hit his eyes, I wanna star-star, tw-twinkle at night
Guys, I just can't say bye
Suddenly speak Thai, man, he samurai fly
Phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh, daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have-
I'm lookin' for (I'm lookin' for), I'm lookin' for my baby (I'm lookin' for)
I'm lookin' for (I'm lookin' for), I'm lookin' for my baby
Look-lookin' for my lip gloss and my liner (liner)
Lookin' for me, told him meet me at the diner (diner)
Got him smilin' 'cause he know I outshine her (shine her)
Had to-had to pop her just to remind her
Easy lil' ho, don't know my MO
If I want your nigga, then just let him go
Can't sit in my seat, can't sit in my row
He been said I'm yes, he been said you no
He got a fetish for some pretty feet
He got that super bass, make my heart skip a beat, I mean
Red cups like double D's
Chanel bags everywhere, that's double C's
Uh, you rich bitch, buyin' your dreams
You know we gettin' to the bag, keepin' it a bean
(They said-) they said what? Oh, yeah, I seen
We doin' great, Alexander, word to McQueen
Phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, "What you gonna do with your life?"
Oh, daddy dear, you know you're still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have-
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (that's all they really want, have fun)
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (that's all they really want, have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (wanna have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (wanna have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (wanna have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (wanna have fun)
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (have fun)
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (have fun)
Writer: Alyssa Lourdis Cantu, Jeremy Reid, Onika Maraj, Robert Hazard, Ryan Ogren
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Super Freaky Girl
She's alright
That girl's alright with me
Yeah
Ayo (hey, hey, hey, hey)
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-E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
Uh, okay
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 f*ck 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 (brr)
P-P-P-Pressure applied, can't f*ck 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-E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
'Cause, what the f*ck? This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down
Like, what the f*ck? 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, f*ckboys, ain't need no 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 ho glow
If it ain't big, then I won't blow
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
F*ck is the tea? I just F'd a G (let's go)
Made him say, "Uh," just ask Master P (let's go)
Ball so hard, I just took a knee (let's go)
Get me rocky ASAP, nigga, word to Rih (let's go)
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-E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
That girl's alright with me
Yeah
Ayo (hey, hey, hey, hey)
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-E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
Uh, okay
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 f*ck 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 (brr)
P-P-P-Pressure applied, can't f*ck 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-E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
'Cause, what the f*ck? This ain't Chanel, nigga, custom down
Like, what the f*ck? 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, f*ckboys, ain't need no 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 ho glow
If it ain't big, then I won't blow
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
F*ck is the tea? I just F'd a G (let's go)
Made him say, "Uh," just ask Master P (let's go)
Ball so hard, I just took a knee (let's go)
Get me rocky ASAP, nigga, word to Rih (let's go)
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-E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
A-K, A-K, A-K, E-A-K (freaky girl)
F-R-E-A-K (freaky girl)
Writer: Aaron Joseph, Alonzo H. Miller, Gamal Kosh Lewis, Lauren Michelle Miller, Lukasz Gottwald, Onika Tanya Maraj, Rick James, Vaughn Richard Oliver
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Bahm Bahm
(Jess, your beat on the radio)
Ayo
There I go again kickin' some dumb flow
Think they Harajuku, they just some young ho (bahm, bahm)
Fronto with the Raw, how the gumbo roll
My nigga with the pot, it ain't gumbo though (bahm, bahm)
Switchy on my hippy, sound like drumroll, ho
I paid a couple bands, let the drumrolls go
Switchin' up the plans if that dumb ho go
We out in SoHo, you just so-so, ho (bahm, bahm)
Man, y'all know that bitch is wack, y'all gon' tell her or not?
Y'all report everything, y'all be tellin' a lot (bahm, bahm)
'Bout to tell my niggas, "Chill," 'fore they snap like 'Chat
Pussy and the crown, everything intact (mm)
They say my price ridiculous, I don't like them bitches
Pussy tight and vicious, hit them lights to lick this (oop) (bahm, bahm)
Screamin', "F*ck the opposition" (kyuh), totin' Glocks and switches
Used to pots and dishes (brr) (bahm, bahm)
Got the Bentley 'cause that's just tradition
Made him drop his bitches just from pussy pictures (oop) (bahm, bahm)
Made him eat me, we don't swap positions
We don't talk on phones, don't put the cops in business (bahm, bahm)
Tryna keep my cool so don't be blowin' my high
Bitches ain't blowin' up, they only blowin' the guys (bahm, bahm)
Heavy on the side, everything is a vibe
I've been here for a minute, just enjoyin' the ride (bahm, bahm)
Gabbana denim boots all the way to the thighs
'Fit cost a grip, hope you enjoyin' the fly
A bitch been sittin' back, just lettin' you bitches lie
Throwin' your likkle shots, I've been lettin' them slide (bahm, bahm)
Me against you, you know who they gon' decide
Tryin' to be down, application denied (bahm, bahm)
He could tell this pussy good by the look in my eye
Don't ever run up on me 'less you lookin' to die (mm)
They say my price ridiculous, I don't like them bitches
Pussy tight and vicious, hit them lights to lick this (oop) (bahm, bahm)
Screamin', "F*ck the opposition" (kyuh), totin' Glocks and switches
Used to pots and dishes (brr) (bahm, bahm)
Got the Bentley 'cause that's just tradition
Made him drop his bitches just from pussy pictures (kyuh) (bahm, bahm)
Made him eat me, we don't swap positions
We don't talk on phones, don't put the cops in business (bahm, bahm)
Ayo
There I go again kickin' some dumb flow
Think they Harajuku, they just some young ho (bahm, bahm)
Fronto with the Raw, how the gumbo roll
My nigga with the pot, it ain't gumbo though (bahm, bahm)
Switchy on my hippy, sound like drumroll, ho
I paid a couple bands, let the drumrolls go
Switchin' up the plans if that dumb ho go
We out in SoHo, you just so-so, ho (bahm, bahm)
Man, y'all know that bitch is wack, y'all gon' tell her or not?
Y'all report everything, y'all be tellin' a lot (bahm, bahm)
'Bout to tell my niggas, "Chill," 'fore they snap like 'Chat
Pussy and the crown, everything intact (mm)
They say my price ridiculous, I don't like them bitches
Pussy tight and vicious, hit them lights to lick this (oop) (bahm, bahm)
Screamin', "F*ck the opposition" (kyuh), totin' Glocks and switches
Used to pots and dishes (brr) (bahm, bahm)
Got the Bentley 'cause that's just tradition
Made him drop his bitches just from pussy pictures (oop) (bahm, bahm)
Made him eat me, we don't swap positions
We don't talk on phones, don't put the cops in business (bahm, bahm)
Tryna keep my cool so don't be blowin' my high
Bitches ain't blowin' up, they only blowin' the guys (bahm, bahm)
Heavy on the side, everything is a vibe
I've been here for a minute, just enjoyin' the ride (bahm, bahm)
Gabbana denim boots all the way to the thighs
'Fit cost a grip, hope you enjoyin' the fly
A bitch been sittin' back, just lettin' you bitches lie
Throwin' your likkle shots, I've been lettin' them slide (bahm, bahm)
Me against you, you know who they gon' decide
Tryin' to be down, application denied (bahm, bahm)
He could tell this pussy good by the look in my eye
Don't ever run up on me 'less you lookin' to die (mm)
They say my price ridiculous, I don't like them bitches
Pussy tight and vicious, hit them lights to lick this (oop) (bahm, bahm)
Screamin', "F*ck the opposition" (kyuh), totin' Glocks and switches
Used to pots and dishes (brr) (bahm, bahm)
Got the Bentley 'cause that's just tradition
Made him drop his bitches just from pussy pictures (kyuh) (bahm, bahm)
Made him eat me, we don't swap positions
We don't talk on phones, don't put the cops in business (bahm, bahm)
Writer: Onika Maraj, Joshua Goods, Jessica Lynn Carpenter
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
My Life
I'm always up, ain't gotta ante
I ball hard, don't ever owe 'em like Lammy
Ayo, these bitches lucky that I still ain't find a nanny
All of them is my junior, Sammy, uh
They know I pop up like jumprope
If-if the queen sleeze put a bag on it then it's gun smoke
So ain't playin' on the internet
I got bigger fish to fry, that's why I got a bigger net
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Tried to play me but I should've done it first
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
He caught feelings when I rode it in reverse
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
These bitches mad I did better and first
When I go, I can't take the money with me
Gotta keep a hitter 'round, they tryna get me, whoa
Real or fake, baby, sorry, I don't know (baby, I don't know)
They don't know me but they always judgin' my life
They can't tell me who to love or f*ck, it's my life
They gon' talk about me whether I'm wrong or I'm right
I don't need no more drama in my life
My life, my life, my life (my life)
My life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life (my life, my life, my life)
Ain't no prince on the jammies
But'll still tuck that ass to sleep like your mammy
I pull strings without the hammy
Bunch of jealous bitches, but I know the real bitches hear me
A bitch hot, come feel me
And that ass still sittin' so I know they can't stand me
Sexy bitch, but my money real manly
Sealed your fate if you ever hated on the family
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Tried to play me but I should've done it first
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
He caught feelings when I rode it in reverse
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
These bitches mad I did better and first
When I go, I can't take the money with me
Gotta keep a hitter 'round, they tryna get me, whoa
Real or fake, baby, sorry, I don't know (baby, I don't know)
They don't know me but they always judgin' my life
They can't tell me who to love or f*ck, it's my life
They gon' talk about me whether I'm wrong or I'm right
I don't need no more drama in my life
My life, my life, my life (my life)
My life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life (my life, my life, my life)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
I ball hard, don't ever owe 'em like Lammy
Ayo, these bitches lucky that I still ain't find a nanny
All of them is my junior, Sammy, uh
They know I pop up like jumprope
If-if the queen sleeze put a bag on it then it's gun smoke
So ain't playin' on the internet
I got bigger fish to fry, that's why I got a bigger net
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Tried to play me but I should've done it first
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
He caught feelings when I rode it in reverse
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
These bitches mad I did better and first
When I go, I can't take the money with me
Gotta keep a hitter 'round, they tryna get me, whoa
Real or fake, baby, sorry, I don't know (baby, I don't know)
They don't know me but they always judgin' my life
They can't tell me who to love or f*ck, it's my life
They gon' talk about me whether I'm wrong or I'm right
I don't need no more drama in my life
My life, my life, my life (my life)
My life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life (my life, my life, my life)
Ain't no prince on the jammies
But'll still tuck that ass to sleep like your mammy
I pull strings without the hammy
Bunch of jealous bitches, but I know the real bitches hear me
A bitch hot, come feel me
And that ass still sittin' so I know they can't stand me
Sexy bitch, but my money real manly
Sealed your fate if you ever hated on the family
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Tried to play me but I should've done it first
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
He caught feelings when I rode it in reverse
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
These bitches mad I did better and first
When I go, I can't take the money with me
Gotta keep a hitter 'round, they tryna get me, whoa
Real or fake, baby, sorry, I don't know (baby, I don't know)
They don't know me but they always judgin' my life
They can't tell me who to love or f*ck, it's my life
They gon' talk about me whether I'm wrong or I'm right
I don't need no more drama in my life
My life, my life, my life (my life)
My life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life (my life, my life, my life)
Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind
Writer: Chris Stein, Deborah Harry, Donald E. Cannon, Onika Tanya Maraj, Sean Momberger, Tate Kobang
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Nicki Hendrix
Feeling destructive
Leads to destruction
Break it down
Just to build it up again
Lovin' again
From lost lovin'
Break it down
To build it up again
Let me just be honest this one time
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
I saw all my missed texts, I wanted to clear 'em
I feel like if he really love you, how you let my love near you?
Girl, open your fears up, I had to tear up
How was I thinkin' 'bout you when I'm shakin' hands with your superior?
I knew you was somethin' serious, wanted to protect you
Never upset you, just wanted to sex you
Never, ever would've left you
Tell me, I'll come back and get you
He give you issues
But never no tissues
(This one time)
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
Don't you walk away from me (from me)
How you let me-e-e walk away from you?
Baby, did you think there were a million mes?
I guess I underestimated you too
Well, sorta
I thought you were smarter
This pussy taste like water
I would've had your daughter, had your empire in order
Nah, you ain't even a starter
I'm Ewing in the fourth quarter
And after I ball then that jet gon' get chartered (yeah)
(Mhm) it's amazing, all my shit is blazin'
Isn't it amazin'? Blazin'
I know you love when I sing
Isn't this shit frightening?
Bling hittin' like lightning, lightning (ooh)
I thought you (knew)
Boy, you should've (known)
I thought you knew, knew
Let me just be honest this one time
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
Feeling destructive
Leads to destruction
Pray I get through
Just to build it up again
Love's up again
Forever for our lovin'
Break it down
To build it up again
Let me just be honest this one time
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, fallin' for weakness
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
Leads to destruction
Break it down
Just to build it up again
Lovin' again
From lost lovin'
Break it down
To build it up again
Let me just be honest this one time
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
I saw all my missed texts, I wanted to clear 'em
I feel like if he really love you, how you let my love near you?
Girl, open your fears up, I had to tear up
How was I thinkin' 'bout you when I'm shakin' hands with your superior?
I knew you was somethin' serious, wanted to protect you
Never upset you, just wanted to sex you
Never, ever would've left you
Tell me, I'll come back and get you
He give you issues
But never no tissues
(This one time)
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
Don't you walk away from me (from me)
How you let me-e-e walk away from you?
Baby, did you think there were a million mes?
I guess I underestimated you too
Well, sorta
I thought you were smarter
This pussy taste like water
I would've had your daughter, had your empire in order
Nah, you ain't even a starter
I'm Ewing in the fourth quarter
And after I ball then that jet gon' get chartered (yeah)
(Mhm) it's amazing, all my shit is blazin'
Isn't it amazin'? Blazin'
I know you love when I sing
Isn't this shit frightening?
Bling hittin' like lightning, lightning (ooh)
I thought you (knew)
Boy, you should've (known)
I thought you knew, knew
Let me just be honest this one time
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, thought I could leave
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
Feeling destructive
Leads to destruction
Pray I get through
Just to build it up again
Love's up again
Forever for our lovin'
Break it down
To build it up again
Let me just be honest this one time
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
See the mentions
We made it special, fallin' for weakness
We ain't that different
We ain't that different
Writer: Onika Maraj, Nayvadius Wilburn, Brandon Hamlin, Vincent Shaw
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Blessings
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God
Woo
(Sad Pony)
God, God, God (BNYX)
There's a river that I go to and it heals me
Recently became a mama and it thrills me
Even when the water's rocky and it chills me
When He tells me to be still, somehow it stills me
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (God, God, God)
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh (God, God, God)
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God
I know I can really say, "I'm truly proud of you"
And no matter what they say, I never doubted you
I completely understand what you gotta do, ooh
Do what you gotta do
There's a river that I go to and it heals me
My cup runneth over it, ain't never empty
Even when I give it my all, I still have plenty
Stop beatin' up on yourself, handle it gently
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God
There's a river that I run to when I'm empty
It keeps flowin' every mornin', grace and mercy
When I'm walkin' through the valley, I will not fear
I will never be convinced that He is not there, oh
Be courageous
He never changes
There's a Father who is present and He sees us
Make no mistake about it, his name is Jesus (Jesus)
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God (ooh)
When I was five, I got down on my knees and prayed to you
I found my peace in Your presence, I put my faith in You
I saw the blessings come down when I start praisin' You
You gave me spiritual gifts I was afraid to use
Ain't never leave me (leave me)
Always receives me ('ceives me)
That's why they can't get me
I know He is always with me (He's always with me)
Blessings, blessings on blessings
Every single day (on God, God, God)
He is always with me
Blessings, blessings on blessings
Every single day, yeah (on God, God, God)
(God, God, God)
(God, God, God)
On God, God, God
Woo
(Sad Pony)
God, God, God (BNYX)
There's a river that I go to and it heals me
Recently became a mama and it thrills me
Even when the water's rocky and it chills me
When He tells me to be still, somehow it stills me
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah (God, God, God)
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, oh (God, God, God)
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God
I know I can really say, "I'm truly proud of you"
And no matter what they say, I never doubted you
I completely understand what you gotta do, ooh
Do what you gotta do
There's a river that I go to and it heals me
My cup runneth over it, ain't never empty
Even when I give it my all, I still have plenty
Stop beatin' up on yourself, handle it gently
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God
There's a river that I run to when I'm empty
It keeps flowin' every mornin', grace and mercy
When I'm walkin' through the valley, I will not fear
I will never be convinced that He is not there, oh
Be courageous
He never changes
There's a Father who is present and He sees us
Make no mistake about it, his name is Jesus (Jesus)
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God
Blessings, blessings on blessings
On God, God, God (ooh)
When I was five, I got down on my knees and prayed to you
I found my peace in Your presence, I put my faith in You
I saw the blessings come down when I start praisin' You
You gave me spiritual gifts I was afraid to use
Ain't never leave me (leave me)
Always receives me ('ceives me)
That's why they can't get me
I know He is always with me (He's always with me)
Blessings, blessings on blessings
Every single day (on God, God, God)
He is always with me
Blessings, blessings on blessings
Every single day, yeah (on God, God, God)
(God, God, God)
(God, God, God)
Writer: Onika Maraj, Natasha CobbsLeonard, Benjamin Saint Fort, Christian Beau Anastasiou Astrop, Jeremiah Raisen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Last Time I Saw You
Beggin' me to stay and then you walk away
There's something that you wanted to say
I was in a rush, but you said you were crushed
And I said, "I'd be back, it's okay"
I wish I'da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish I didn't waste precious time the night when I called you
I wish I remembered to say I'd do anything for you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I'd bore you
Listen, so close, but we were so distant
Wish I'da known in that instant
Ignored the hints or I missed it
I killed it
You'd always be in attendance
No flights, but always attendant
Handwritten letter, you penned it
Them nights we wish never ended
Those rules that we wish we bended
Heartbreak that we never mended
Those messages we unsended
Best friends, we somehow unfriended
Ain't care 'bout who we offended
Parties they wish we attended
Got drunk and laughed, it was splendid
I wish I'da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish I didn't waste precious time the night when I called you
I wish I remembered to say I'd do anything for you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I'd bore you
Starlight, starbright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
Starlight, starbright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Dream about you
Dream about you
Dream about you
I still dream about you
I wish I'da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you (saw you)
I wish I didn't waste precious time the night when I called you (called you)
I knew the moment I met you that I'd always adore you ('dore you)
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I'd (I'd)
Bore you
There's something that you wanted to say
I was in a rush, but you said you were crushed
And I said, "I'd be back, it's okay"
I wish I'da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish I didn't waste precious time the night when I called you
I wish I remembered to say I'd do anything for you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I'd bore you
Listen, so close, but we were so distant
Wish I'da known in that instant
Ignored the hints or I missed it
I killed it
You'd always be in attendance
No flights, but always attendant
Handwritten letter, you penned it
Them nights we wish never ended
Those rules that we wish we bended
Heartbreak that we never mended
Those messages we unsended
Best friends, we somehow unfriended
Ain't care 'bout who we offended
Parties they wish we attended
Got drunk and laughed, it was splendid
I wish I'da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish I didn't waste precious time the night when I called you
I wish I remembered to say I'd do anything for you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I'd bore you
Starlight, starbright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
Starlight, starbright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might
Have the wish I wish tonight
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Dream about you
Dream about you
Dream about you
I still dream about you
I wish I'da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you (saw you)
I wish I didn't waste precious time the night when I called you (called you)
I knew the moment I met you that I'd always adore you ('dore you)
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I'd (I'd)
Bore you
Writer: Alexander Walter Bak, Colin Caspar Franken, Derrick Miller, Jacob Canady, Lesidney Cheyenne Ragland, Onika Tanya Maraj, Rushdee Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Just the Memories
(Bone Collector the plug)
(ThisIsHabib)
So sweet
Mmm
I ain't goin', I ain't, yeah, I got a show tonight
But I ain't been feelin' right, all I see is blurry lines
Baby, would you tell 'em for me, I can hear them yellin' for me
Tell 'em I'm inhalin' funny (yeah, I'm inhalin' funny)
Baby, now you gotta do it, keep drinkin' a lot of fluid
I'll be here to guide you through it (I'll be here to guide you through it)
And maybe I ain't got it in me, maybe it's just time to end it
I'm sorry, may God forgive me (God, forgive me)
So, so, so sad
So, so, so sad
A bunch of memories (memories)
A bunch of memories, baby (baby)
A bunch of memories (memories)
It's just the memories
Memories don't live like people do
They'll always 'member you
There's never been another you
You
I 'member when I was the girl that everybody doubted
When every label turned me down and then they laughed about it
I 'member goin' home and writin' fifty more raps
Just 'cause I knew you really wanted me to fall back
I 'member one of my first crushes in the fifth grade
He got killed, stabbed in the neck with a switchblade
I 'member when this girl in the hood thought she caught me slippin'
I got arrested, I assaulted with a deadly weapon
They say they hate Nicki, mad 'cause they ain't Nicki
All of the colors in the world, you couldn't paint Nicki
I never tried for that, these bitches die for that
I swear that, that's on my life, I'd never lie for that
Memories don't live like people do
They'll always 'member you
They do, they do, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Memories don't live like people do
They'll always 'member you
There's never been another you
You (memories)
I told Drake that he don't owe me nothin', never did
I pray that Wayne always remembered that I never slid
Look at all the shit that y'all threw at me and I never dipped
Greatest female rapper that ever lived and that's on my kid (memories)
I could've overdosed, could've been comatose
Wait, hold on, Juice, I feel the baby kickin', holy smokes
I prayed for a son, my husband wanted one
If they ask about me, tell 'em I was one of one
Memories don't live like people do (they don't live like people do)
They'll always 'member you (they'll always remember you)
There's never been another you (there's never been another you)
Tell 'em I was one of one (you)
(So, so, so sad)
Memories don't live like people do
(So, so, so sad)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
(So, so, so sad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(So, so, so sad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh
Hey
So
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Memories
(ThisIsHabib)
So sweet
Mmm
I ain't goin', I ain't, yeah, I got a show tonight
But I ain't been feelin' right, all I see is blurry lines
Baby, would you tell 'em for me, I can hear them yellin' for me
Tell 'em I'm inhalin' funny (yeah, I'm inhalin' funny)
Baby, now you gotta do it, keep drinkin' a lot of fluid
I'll be here to guide you through it (I'll be here to guide you through it)
And maybe I ain't got it in me, maybe it's just time to end it
I'm sorry, may God forgive me (God, forgive me)
So, so, so sad
So, so, so sad
A bunch of memories (memories)
A bunch of memories, baby (baby)
A bunch of memories (memories)
It's just the memories
Memories don't live like people do
They'll always 'member you
There's never been another you
You
I 'member when I was the girl that everybody doubted
When every label turned me down and then they laughed about it
I 'member goin' home and writin' fifty more raps
Just 'cause I knew you really wanted me to fall back
I 'member one of my first crushes in the fifth grade
He got killed, stabbed in the neck with a switchblade
I 'member when this girl in the hood thought she caught me slippin'
I got arrested, I assaulted with a deadly weapon
They say they hate Nicki, mad 'cause they ain't Nicki
All of the colors in the world, you couldn't paint Nicki
I never tried for that, these bitches die for that
I swear that, that's on my life, I'd never lie for that
Memories don't live like people do
They'll always 'member you
They do, they do, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Memories don't live like people do
They'll always 'member you
There's never been another you
You (memories)
I told Drake that he don't owe me nothin', never did
I pray that Wayne always remembered that I never slid
Look at all the shit that y'all threw at me and I never dipped
Greatest female rapper that ever lived and that's on my kid (memories)
I could've overdosed, could've been comatose
Wait, hold on, Juice, I feel the baby kickin', holy smokes
I prayed for a son, my husband wanted one
If they ask about me, tell 'em I was one of one
Memories don't live like people do (they don't live like people do)
They'll always 'member you (they'll always remember you)
There's never been another you (there's never been another you)
Tell 'em I was one of one (you)
(So, so, so sad)
Memories don't live like people do
(So, so, so sad)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
(So, so, so sad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(So, so, so sad)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh
Hey
So
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Memories
Writer: Onika Maraj, Colin York, Georges Konan, Habib Defoundoux, James Dean, Jerry Butler, John Bristol, John Glover, Lyn Marshall, Moses Davis
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Pink Friday 2 is the fifth studio album by rapper Nicki Minaj. A sequel to Minaj's debut album Pink Friday (2010), it is her first studio album in five years following the release of Queen (2018).
The album is a hip-hop and pop-rap record that borrows influences from other genres as well. Collaborations on the album include J. Cole, Drake, Lil Wayne, Future, Lil Uzi Vert, 50 Cent, Monica, Keyshia Cole, and various other collaborators.
Upon its release, Pink Friday 2 debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, making Minaj the first female rapper in history to have three number-one albums. It earned over 228,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, with 92,000 coming from pure album sales, and achieved the largest vinyl sales week by a female rapper in history.
Internationally, the album peaked in the top ten in Australia, Canada, Netherlands, Ireland, New Zealand, Norway, Switzerland, France, Germany, Japan and the United Kingdom.
Pink Friday 2 samples tracks by Billie Eilish, Blondie, Cyndi Lauper, Travis Scott, Rick James, among others.
The platinum-certified lead single "Super Freaky Girl" marked Minaj's first solo number-one on the US Billboard Hot 100, while all singles peaked within the top 25. To promote the album, Minaj embarked on the Pink Friday 2 World Tour in March 2024.
Performed By:
Nicki MinajThe album is a hip-hop and pop-rap record that borrows influences from other genres as well. Collaborations on the album include J. Cole, Drake, Lil Wayne, Future, Lil Uzi Vert, 50 Cent, Monica, Keyshia Cole, and various other collaborators.
Upon its release, Pink Friday 2 debuted at number one on the US Billboard 200, making Minaj the first female rapper in history to have three number-one albums. It earned over 228,000 album-equivalent units in its first week, with 92,000 coming from pure album sales, and achieved the largest vinyl sales week by a female rapper in history.
Internationally, the album peaked in the top ten in Australia, Canada, Netherlands, Ireland, New Zealand, Norway, Switzerland, France, Germany, Japan and the United Kingdom.
Pink Friday 2 samples tracks by Billie Eilish, Blondie, Cyndi Lauper, Travis Scott, Rick James, among others.
The platinum-certified lead single "Super Freaky Girl" marked Minaj's first solo number-one on the US Billboard Hot 100, while all singles peaked within the top 25. To promote the album, Minaj embarked on the Pink Friday 2 World Tour in March 2024.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): Beats Bailey, Ben Billions, Domenic Garofalo, Boi-1da, Ashley "Blank" Bannister, Chris Braide, Cirkut, Cubeatz, DJ Wes, Frank Dukes, Illmind, Invincible, J Beatzz, JFK, J Gramm, JMIKE, J. Reid, June Nawakii, Kane Beatz, Labrinth, Mel & Mus, Messy, Metro Boomin, Mike Will Made It, Murda Beatz, Pluss, Rashad Smith, Rex Kudo, Sevn Thomas, Supa Dups, Zaytoven
Released: December 8th, 2023
Year: 2023