(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
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(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.
Performed By: Nicki Minaj
From Album: Pink Friday 2
Written by: Anthony Henderson, Bryon McCane, Christopher Wallace, Joshua Goods, Kameron Cole, Kendall Taylor, Onika Maraj, Sean Combs, Steven Howse, Steven Jordan