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Safaree Is Concerned About Nicki Minaj New Bad Habits


Safaree Samuels has a message for his ex-girlfriend Nicki Minaj.

Last weekend, Nicki posted a video of herself and her girls hanging out drinking some wine and smoking blunts. According to Safaree, Nicki is now in her mid 30s and that’s when she decided to take up smoking. The Love and Hip Hop star says his ex need help and he hopes that she gets it. Some of Nicki Minaj’s fans, aka Barbz. have started attacking Safaree accusing him of stalking Minaj on social media.

If you wait to your mid 30’s to pick up a habit and show it off like it’s cool, you need help. I feel sorry for you. Stop,” Safaree said. He didn’t name anyone when making his statement but everyone already point fingers towards the Young Money rapper. Nicki doesn’t seems like the hardcore smoking type so perhaps she was just hanging with friends and just taking a hit off something. Safaree even said it that Nicki wasn’t a smoker when they were together. Perhaps he is just concerned about her well being.

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Nicki Minaj Responds To Critics Of Her Cardi B & Migos Collaboration


Nicki Minaj has stepped forward to address critics of her collaboration with Cardi B and Migos.

Since her shot to the mainstream this summer, Cardi B has been rumored to be having beef with Nicki Minaj and now that they will be featured on the same tack together for the first time, here comes the conspiracy theorists. Some folks on Twitter are alleging that Nicki didn’t know about the collaboration because she believed that it was just another song with Migos, but the Young Money rapper is calling the claims bogus.

“I was on the song w/Quavo. No one else was on it. He called & asked if I think we should put Bardi on it, I said “ok let’s do it”. The end,” she wrote on Twitter before adding, “Migos weren’t even on it yet. Just Quavo. The conspiracy theories r just so tired. Relax. Breathe. Imagine me not knowing who on a song w/me.”

“Anything w/my name on it gets approved by me. It can’t even go on a streaming service w/o me hearing it & giving written approval,” she added. “These are men in our culture who simply refuse to let it go. They don’t do this to male M.C.’s. But yo #Motorsport #1 added on urban radio.”

I was on the song w/Quavo. No one else was on it. He called & asked if I think we should put Bardi on it, I said “ok let’s do it”. The end.

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

Migos weren’t even on it yet. Just Quavo. The conspiracy theories r just so tired. Relax. Breathe. Imagine me not knowing who on a song w/me

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

Anything w/my name on it gets approved by me. It can’t even go on a streaming service w/o me hearing it & giving written approval.

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

These are men in our culture who simply refuse to let it go. They don’t do this to male M.C.’s. But yo #Motorsport #1 added on urban radio??

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (Diplo & Party Favor Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I made love to a stripper (stripper) first I had to tip her
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
You a bitch
Don’t need make up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down), pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up
You a little bitty, bitty bitch, yah
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, yah
You a little bitty, bitty bitch

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Gucci Mane Exposed Nicki Minaj Feud With Lil Kim In His New Book

The new book “The Autobiography of Gucci Mane” is now out and the Atlanta rapper has an excerpt in there that touched on Nicki Minaj feud with Lil Kim.

Gucci Mane is winning right now and this year is perhaps one of the best years of his career. He was released from prison last year May and was fortunate enough to get off probation last month. Gucci has never been in better shape physically and mentally for the past year and he is spilling it all in his new book.

One of the biggest takeaways from his biography was when he spoke about the first time that he met Nicki Minaj. “I hopped out of the van and was making my way toward the venue when I saw this pretty girl get off Wayne’s bus and start running toward us,” the book reads. “She was small, no taller than five-two, but right away I saw a big personality. ‘Gucci! I always wanted to meet you,’ she said. ‘I’m Nicki, I’m here with Young Money.’”

Gucci then revealed how Nicki Minaj ran up to him and started talking about being a big fan of his. She even spoke about the remix to his single “Freaky Gurl” and asked him why would he put Lil’ Kim on there. “She told me she was a fan and had even put out her own remix to ‘Freaky Gurl,’” Gucci added. ‘Why would you put a b*tch from Brooklyn on there, though?’ she asked, referring to Lil Kim. ‘I know you got people in Queens. You supposed to have a b*tch from Queens on there.’ For her to know my connections to Queens, she really must be a fan, I thought. The girl was cool. We exchanged numbers and I went inside to perform.”

Seems that incident is from about 2009 when Nicki Minaj just signed with Young Money and was on the come up.

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Spice Confirms Collab With Foxy Brown and Nicki Minaj Want A Piece

Spice has confirmed that a new collaboration with Foxy Brown is coming and it seems Nicki Minaj want a piece of the action.

Last week was Foxy Brown birthday and both Spice and Nicki Minaj sent out their happy birthday wishes to the hip hop icon on Instagram. They even heap some praises on her and one thing that we got from Spice was that a collaboration is in the works. She didn’t divulge much details, but we reached out to her camp and one of her reps conformed that some new music is coming, but not including Nicki, at least not yet.

“For sure you can look out for something big from Spice and Foxy Brown soon” a rep for the dancehall star told DHH. “The song is already recorded and everything just some behind the scenes logistics to work out before we drop it like a bomb.” When asked if Nicki Minaj will be on it, her rep said they were unable to secure a verse from the Young Money rapper. “Am sure that both Spice and Nicki want to work together so if it should happen it will happen,” we’re told.

Its been a while since we’ve had a dancehall hip hop collaboration between two dope female artists so we will be paying close attention to this one. Spice gave Foxy Brown a big shout out on Instagram on her 39th birthday. “Over a decade ago you showed me love from the very first day you met me,” she wrote. “You’ve always encouraged me till this day sis. I love and respect you simple because your beautiful inside out. Your a rare gem wait till we drop the #Badgalcommission on them BADDEST B**CH. Please help me wish @foxybrown HAPPY BIRTHDAY #Realbadgal you know i love ya.”

Nicki Minaj left a comment on Spice post saying, “Ummm I’ll be first in line to cop whatever y’all drop.” Nicki also said that Foxy Brown is the reason why she is rapping today.

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No flag – London on the Track lyrics

Lyrics London on the Track – No flag

Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woahhh
Uh, Young Money.(no flag)

Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma b*tching, but she still be f*cking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker
I got her bent over, finna f*ck her, f*ck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ b*tch that pus*y so dry you finna break the rubber
I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all niggas hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag.

Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo like a cow
Niggas’ll shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a trial
These niggas will run in your house
f*cking a thot in her mouth
I Dolcegabbana my couch
Big ballin’ s**t, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
b*tch sucking d*ck for the fame, get the f*ck out
Got me a Perc’
Sip me some syrup
I’m tripping the f*ck out
Send me the skkrt
Send in a merc and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad versuri-lyrics.info
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask
I just wanna smash so b*tch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on Act’ so b*tch I can’t focus
I cut ’em off fast
I go get the bad then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the b*tch, she wine and dine
I f*ck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas ’bout it? Doubt it
My niggas turn to Michael Myers.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags.

Lil’ b*tch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These b*tches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence b*tch, you a on the bench b*tch
See me in the gym now these b*tches wanna go bench press
I ain’t f*cking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
b*tches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a d*ck, I would make all you b*tches deep throat.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flagsss.
London on the Track lyrics
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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Katy Perry – Swish Swish (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck?

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
A tiger
Don’t lose no sleep
Don’t need opinions
From a shellfish or a sheep
Don’t you come for me
No, not today
You’re calculated
I got your number
‘Cause you’re a joker
And I’m a courtside killer queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Your game is tired
You should retire
You’re ’bout cute as
An old coupon expired
And karma’s not a liar
She keeps receipts

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
Katy Perry
They just know what is what
Young Money
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck?

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I’m never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters’ll make ’em dance like dubstep
Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
‘Cause I make M’s, they get much less
Don’t be tryna double back
I already despise you
All that fake love you showin’
Couldn’t even disguise you
Ran? When? Nicki gettin’ tan
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest bitch in all the land?
Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
Ass goodbye, I’ma be riding by
I’ma tell my —– Biggz, yeah that’s tha guy
A star’s a star, da ha da ha
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
I only rock with Queens, so I’m makin’ hits with Katy

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Refrain]
They know what is what
Do they know?
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the…

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Cardi B Calls Nicki Minaj A Legend and An Icon In Hip Hop

Cardi B calls Nicki Minaj a legend and an icon in hip hop and says that she is honored to be compared to her.

Cardi B and Nicki Minaj have been rumored to be beefing with each other for months now especially since the success of her single “Bodak Yellow.” In recent weeks both artists have made steps to calm down the rumors but that isn’t stopping the question from being thrown at them.

The former Love and Hip Hop New York star did an interview with Spanish outfit Rapeton where she was asked about her comparison to the Young Money emcee. “It’s something great, why wouldn’t I want to be compared of confused to somebody that is such a legend, you know like an icon in the hip hop world,” Cardi B said. Just last week Nicki Minaj reacted to more rumors of her beef with Cardi in a tweet saying, ““I see no lies when Bardi quotes Barbie #WinAgain ~ all dat reaching you gon f*** around & pull a muscle…#BarbieTingz.”

That reaction on Twitter came moments after Cardi went on a rant on stage one of her performances calling out a particular female for not liking her before her blow up and all of a sudden want to be her friend. Some folks like Joe Budden thinks that she was talking about Nicki, but we still have no idea who she was referring to since she never called any names. Cardi B also said that she is open to a collaboration with Nicki Minaj, but only time will tell if that will happen.

Both ladies are the two leading female rappers in the game right now and just last week Cardi B became the highest charting female rapper on the Billboard Hot 100 chart since 2014 when her single “Bodak Yellow” climb to number 8 on the chart. The single is now at number 3, jumping five places this week. Do you think that Nicki Minaj is a legend and an icon in hip hop? Sound off in comments below.

Cardi B on @NICKIMINAJ comparisons: "Why wouldn't I want to be compared to someone who's a legend?"pic.twitter.com/X6KD9XmGqG

— Nicki Minaj Lite (@NMLite) August 21, 2017

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up Lyrics (feat. Mike Will Made-it & Nicki Minaj)

YO GOTTI
Rake It Up Lyrics (feat. Mike Will Made-it & Nicki Minaj)

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back

Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ f**k it up, f**k it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a f**king cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Katy Perry – Swish Swish (Witness Target Exclusive Album)

They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck?

A tiger
Don’t lose no sleep
Don’t need opinions
From a shellfish or a sheep
Don’t you come for me
No, not today
You’re calculated
I got your number
‘Cause you’re a joker
And I’m a courtside killer queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe

So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

Your game is tired
You should retire
You’re ’bout as cute as
An old coupon expired
And karma’s not a liar
She keeps receipts

So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
Katy Perry
They just know what is what
Young Money
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck?

Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I’m never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters’ll make ’em dance like dubstep
Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
‘Cause I make M’s, they get much less
Don’t be tryna double back
I already despise you
All that fake love you showin’
Couldn’t even disguise you
Ran? When? Nicki gettin’ tan
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest bitch in all the land?
Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
Ass goodbye, I’ma be riding by
I’ma tell my (inaudible) Biggz, yeah that’s tha guy
A star’s a star, da ha da ha
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
I only rock with Queens, so I’m makin’ hits with Katy

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

They know what is what
Do they know?
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up lyrics

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Nicki Minaj – Rake It Up lyrics

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Jason Derulo & Ty Dolla $ign – Swalla (On Fallon Tonight) (Live)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

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Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

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Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

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Swalla – Jason Derulo feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

Lyrics Jason Derulo – Swalla

Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type.(swalla)

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, oohhh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this b*tch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills, all she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la versuri-lyrics.info
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me “no”
I’m that b*tch, and he know, he know
How y’all wife’in these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these b*tches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did Lebron’s nuts.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swallaaa-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la.

Young Money
Swallaaa-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulooo.
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Kevin Gates – Wish I Had It

[Intro]
Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted
A vision without action is merely a dream
Action is the grind, it’s the hustle, it’s the persistence

[Verse 1]
In the car while roaming around
All my thoughts been roaming around
Where I come from like a hole in the ground
Silly me still holdin’ it down
Every car pass by with the music on loud while bumpin’ Roaming Around
Tellin’ me to make a hit but I really don’t get why they walked on Roaming Around

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 2]
Light skin and I fight good just like Muhammad Ali
Jab nasty, hook good, just like Muhammad Ali
(Rollin’ bands, in my pants, talkin’ cash, I’mma smash) Hol’ up
Out the streets, stay in the streets all I can do is be me
With Flo Rida, nothing in Common, I’m not a B.o.B
Hustle hard and I’m hands on
I’m a good guy that could transform
Did time I ain’t ask for
Still sendin’ mail through the hatch form
Different city within the city
More over product than a ant farm
L-l-l-look, don’t try this at home

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 3]
I be loaded, thinkin’ of condos (Gizzle, what)
Product of a broken home
Pray but I just hope that I don’t choke what I’m smokin’ on
Potent, ocean-grown, no cologne I just roll
Two-time convicted felon, dumb shit, get at me
Yeah it’s Luca Brasi right here talkin’ bitch you know I got them racks
I’mma shooter, with a shooter, I ain’t never pay for that
Young Money wanna sign me, my rap jacket too violent
Bread Winner, 100it Gang, that’s Dreco and Mazi

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

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Nicki Minaj – Feeling Myself (feat. Beyonce)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Yo B, they ready
Let’s go

[Hook: Beyoncé]
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I’m with some hood girls lookin’ back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that’ll let Saks have it
These Chanel bag’s a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted
Bitch, never left but I’m back at it,and I’m feelin’ myself, jack rabbit
Feelin’ myself, back off, cause I’m feelin’ myself, jack off
He be thinking about me when he whacks off, wax on? Wax off
National anthem, hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask off

[Hook: Beyoncé]
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

[Post-Hook: Beyoncé]
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world, world stop…
Carry on

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek
Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin’ through Texas, feed him for his breakfast
Everytime I whip it, I be talkin’ so reckless
He said "Damn Nicki it’s tight," I say "Yeah nigga you right"
He said "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin’ that pipe"
I said "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin’ here is by you"

[Pre-Hook: Beyoncé]
(Moans) Uhn! I’m whippin’ that work, he diggin’ that work
I got it, 36 of that real
Panky full of that bounce baby
Come get you some of that bounce baby

[Hook: Beyoncé]
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

[Bridge: Nicki & Beyoncé]
Cookin’ up that base, lookin’ like a kilo
He just wanna taste, biggin’ up my ego
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Ridin’ through Texas, ridin’ through Texas
Smoke it all off, talkin’ bout that high-grade
Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine
(Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine)
Ridin’ through Texas, ridin’ through Texas

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bitches ain’t got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Keep gettin’ gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I’m icy, but I’m prayin’ for some more snow
Let that ho ho, let that ho know — he in love with that coco
Why these bitches don’t never be learnin’?
You bitches will never get what I be earnin’
I’m still gettin’ plaques, from my records that’s urban
Ain’t gotta rely on top 40,I am a Rap legend
Just go ask the Kings of Rap, who is the Queen and things of that
Nature!Look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a laser
Drippin’ on that work, trippin’ off that perc
Flippin’ up my skirt and I be whippin’ all that work
Takin’ trips with all them ki’s, car keys got B’s
Stingin’ with the Queen Bey and we be whippin’ all that D
Cause we dope girls we flawless,we the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers, only real niggas in my call list
I’m the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Rrrrrrrrrr!
You like it don’t you? Snitches!
Young Money