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For Your Entertainment Video (MV)




Performed By: Nickolas Joy
Language: English
Length: 3:05
Written by: Nickolas Mills




Nickolas Joy - For Your Entertainment Lyrics
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I got Madonna's on my bucket list, manana's never promised
So I gotta go and get this shit, and y'all still on that sucka shit
Only want the Gucci 'cuz I'm boujie, have my girl up in some Prada
Sip Prosecco while the chef is whippin' pasta carbonara
Oh yeah I gotta go and get it just to let 'em know it's possible
Improbable, still feelin' so unstoppable so f*ckld all of the obstacles
Your girl said I'm a modern day Sinatra have her singin' like the Opera
And she don't call me daddy she say "Doctor, can you operate?"
I told her bring a friend if she'll cooperate
I sip my Bourbon out a chalice, turn my whip into a chariot
Still underground like Harriet, I'm cool with that
I do a hundred on the dash, I told the game that I would marry her
Instead I'm 'bout to bury her, it be like that
Prince of Persia in this bitch, I need some gold around my neck
She say she holdin' out for Nick, I like the sound of that
Oh yeah I'm drippin' in some pimpin' shit but never on no limpin' shit
I stand up on my own two, I promise that
And y'all still bitch about your circumstance, I hopped up out that ditch
Hey Nickolas ain't ever goin' back
I need Grammy's for my penmanship, I plan to get the dividends
I pull up to that dealership, I'm bound to buy the lot
A challenge this ain't shit to me, a king is what I'm meant to be
I'll turn your shit to history and y'all ain't even drop
Please watch the way you speak to me, y'all chirpin' like some parakeets
I'll box ya like some hangin' meat, like Orville you get popped
Sip Remy and the Hennessy, smoke sticky like a maple tree
I'm colder than the Maple Leaf's, your bitch thought I was hot
I'm runnin' out of patience but I guess I should be grateful
'Cuz I'm destined for this greatness, I know most these rappers not
It's so funny when I find out 'bout the stories that y'all tell 'bout me
They told me set the story straight, I'd really rather not
I don't wanna start this shit unless I finish at the top
When I'm finished I pull out and then I finish in her mouth
And then I'm out
What the f*ck y'all talkin' 'bout?
I know y'all ain't doin' shit I made this shit so y'all had shit to talk about
Six A.M. and we still sip champagne
Sun came up but you know it ain't a damn thing
Pussy and the power, man it's really just the same thing
Turn this shit up, this is For Your Entertainment
Six A.M. and we still sip champagne
Sun came up but you know it ain't a damn thing
Pussy and the power, man it's really just the same thing
Turn this shit up, this is For Your Entertainment
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I got Madonna's on my bucket list, manana's never promised
So I gotta go and get this shit, and y'all still on that sucka shit
Only want the Gucci 'cuz I'm boujie, have my girl up in some Prada
Sip Prosecco while the chef is whippin' pasta carbonara
Oh yeah I gotta go and get it just to let 'em know it's possible
Improbable, still feelin' so unstoppable so f*ckld all of the obstacles
Your girl said I'm a modern day Sinatra have her singin' like the Opera
And she don't call me daddy she say "Doctor, can you operate?"
I told her bring a friend if she'll cooperate
I sip my Bourbon out a chalice, turn my whip into a chariot
Still underground like Harriet, I'm cool with that
I do a hundred on the dash, I told the game that I would marry her
Instead I'm 'bout to bury her, it be like that
Prince of Persia in this bitch, I need some gold around my neck
She say she holdin' out for Nick, I like the sound of that
Oh yeah I'm drippin' in some pimpin' shit but never on no limpin' shit
I stand up on my own two, I promise that
And y'all still bitch about your circumstance, I hopped up out that ditch
Hey Nickolas ain't ever goin' back
I need Grammy's for my penmanship, I plan to get the dividends
I pull up to that dealership, I'm bound to buy the lot
A challenge this ain't shit to me, a king is what I'm meant to be
I'll turn your shit to history and y'all ain't even drop
Please watch the way you speak to me, y'all chirpin' like some parakeets
I'll box ya like some hangin' meat, like Orville you get popped
Sip Remy and the Hennessy, smoke sticky like a maple tree
I'm colder than the Maple Leaf's, your bitch thought I was hot
I'm runnin' out of patience but I guess I should be grateful
'Cuz I'm destined for this greatness, I know most these rappers not
It's so funny when I find out 'bout the stories that y'all tell 'bout me
They told me set the story straight, I'd really rather not
I don't wanna start this shit unless I finish at the top
When I'm finished I pull out and then I finish in her mouth
And then I'm out
What the f*ck y'all talkin' 'bout?
I know y'all ain't doin' shit I made this shit so y'all had shit to talk about
Six A.M. and we still sip champagne
Sun came up but you know it ain't a damn thing
Pussy and the power, man it's really just the same thing
Turn this shit up, this is For Your Entertainment
Six A.M. and we still sip champagne
Sun came up but you know it ain't a damn thing
Pussy and the power, man it's really just the same thing
Turn this shit up, this is For Your Entertainment
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Writer: Nickolas Mills
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