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Album: The Pinkprint (2014)
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  • Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
    All my life, man, fuck's sake
    If I did I did a menage with 'em
    And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
    My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape
    Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape
    Worried bout if my butt's fake
    Worried 'bout John's singing us Drake
    These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
    When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
    Dealing with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
    Hut one, hut two, big titties, big butt too
    Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to
    Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
    These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz
    Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck with
    I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
    Let it soak in, like seasonin'
    And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson

    Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
    Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
    Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
    Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
    Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
    Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
    Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
    I got my real niggas here by my side, only

    I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
    But when that's over then I'm the first in line
    And the other day in her Maybach
    I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
    We had just come from that video
    You know LA traffic, how the city slow
    She was sitting down on that big butt
    But I was still staring at the titties though
    Yeah, low key it may be high key
    I been peeped that you like me you know
    Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
    I mean it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean
    She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
    That's right I like my girls BBW, yeah
    Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
    So thick that everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable
    Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable
    Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
    The NBA players fuck with you
    The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
    Oh, that's cause I believe in something, and I stand for it
    And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck
    Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it

    Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
    Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
    Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
    Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
    Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
    Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
    Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
    I got my real niggas here by my side, only

    I never fucked Nicki and that's fucked up
    If I did fuck she'd be fucked up
    Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
    Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life
    That's another story, I'm no story teller
    I piss greatness like gold is yellow
    All my goons so overzealous
    I'm from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca
    Accountant say I got money for days
    I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
    My girl from a Bida if she wave
    Baby and I fucked with her surfboard, surfboard
    My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
    Don't have my money? I take mothers instead
    You got the hickups, you swallowed the truth
    Then I make you burp boy, treat me like sirloin
    I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with arm and guns
    So think about your son and daughter rooms
    Got two goons and they got smaller guns
    Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms
    This is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy my nigga
    That money talk, I just rephrase it my nigga
    Blood gang take the B, I'll behave ya
    I'm niggas is for reals
    If you mouth off, I blow your face off
    I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off
    Now you see me, now you don't
    Like Jamie Foxx, acting like Ray Charles
    16 in a clip, one in the chamber
    17 Ward bully with 17 bullets
    My story is how I went from poor me
    To police pour me a drink and celebrate with me

    Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
    Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
    Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
    Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
    Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
    Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
    Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
    I got my real niggas here by my side, only Writer/s: Aubrey Drake Graham, Dwayne Carter, Henry Russell Walter, Jeremy Coleman, Lukasz Gottwald, Nicki Minaj, Theron Thomas, Timothy Thomas
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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