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lirik lagu only (clean) – nicki minaj

only (clean) lyrics
[verse 1: nicki minaj]
yo
i never f* wayne, i never f* drake
on my life, man, f* sake
if i did, i’d ménage with ’em
and let ’em eat my a* like a cupcake
my man full, he just ate
i don’t duck n0body but tape
yeah, that was a setup
for a punchline on duct tape
wo*wo*wo*worried ’bout if my b*tt fake
worry ’bout y’all ziggen, us straight
th*these girls are my sons
jo*jon & kate plus eight
when i walk in, sit up straight
i don’t give a f* if i was late
dinner with my man on a g5
is my idea of a update
hut*hut one, hut*hut two
big bitties, big b*tt too
uff*uff with them real ziggen
who don’t tell ziggen what they up to
had to show b* where the top is
ri*ring finger where the rock is
the*these h* couldn’t test me
even if their name was pop quiz
bad b* who i f* with
ma*ma*mad z* we don’t f* with
i don’t f* with them chickens
unless they last name is cutlet
let it soak in
like seasoning
and tell them, tell them blow me
lance stephenson
[chorus: chris brown]
raise every bottle and cup in the sky
sparks in the air like the fourth of july
nothing but bad b* in here tonight
oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
nothing but real n* only, bad b* only
rich n* only, independent*pendents only
boss n* only, thick b* only
i got my real n* here by my side, only

[verse 2: drake]
yeah, i never f* nicki ’cause she got a man
but when that’s over, then i’m first in line
and the other day in her maybach
i thought, “g* d*mn, this is the perfect time”
we had just come from that video
you know, l.a. traffic, how the city slow
she was sitting down on that big b*tt, but i was still staring at the t* though
yeah, low*key or maybe high*key
i been peeped that you like me, you know?
who the f* you really wanna be with besides me?
i mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this sh* quietly
i mean, she say i’m obsessed with thick women and i agree
yeah, that’s right, i like my girls bbw
yeah, type that wanna s* you dry and then eat some lunch with you
yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
a* on houston texas, but the face look just like clair huxtable
oh! yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f* with you
the nba players f* with you
the bad*ass b* doing makeup and hair f* with you, oh
that’s ’cause i believe in something, i stand for it
and nicki if you ever tryna f*
just give me the heads*up, so i can plan for it
pinkprint
[chorus: chris brown & drake]
raise every bottle and cup in the sky (ayy)
sparks in the air like the fourth of july
nothing but bad b* in here tonight
oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
nothing but real n* only, bad b* only
rich n* only, independent*pendents only
boss n* only, thick b* only
i got my real n* here by my side, only

[verse 3: lil wayne]
i never f* nick’ and that’s f* up
if i did f*, she’d be f* up
whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
’cause she act like she need d* in her life
that’s another story, i’m no story*teller
i p* greatness, like goldish yellow
all my goons so overzealous
i’m from hollygrove, the holy mecca
calendar say i got money for days
i squirm and i shake, but i’m stuck in my ways
my girlfriend will beat a b* up if she waved
they bet’ not f* with her surfboard, surfboard
my eyes are so bright, i take cover for shade
don’t have my money? take mothers instead
you got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
then i make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
i’m talkin’ ’bout runnin’ in houses with army guns
so think about your son and daughter rooms
got two h* with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
ain’t thinkin’ ’bout your son and daughter rooms
this sh* is crazy, my ni*
i mean brazy, my
look at that money talk, i just rephrase it, my n*
blood gang, take the “b” off behavior, my money
for reals, if you mouth off, i blow your face off
i mean “pop*pop*pop,” then i take off
now you, now you see me, now you, now you don’t
like jamie foxx acting like ray charles
sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
17 ward bully with seventeen bullets
my story is how i went from “poor me”
to “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”
[chorus: chris brown & lil wayne]
raise every bottle and cup in the sky
sparks in the air like the fourth of july
nothing but bad b* in here tonight
oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
young mula, baby!
nothing but real b* only, bad b* only
rich n* only, independent*pendents only
boss n* only, thick b* only
i got my real n* here by my side, only

- nicki minaj

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