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[Nicki Minaj Speaking] Ha ha, ha ha It's your girl Nicki Minaj, bitches Listen, y'all better buckle y'all motherfuckin' seat-belts broads It's goin' down [Verse 1] Fitted down and I'm ready to play When ya album gonna drop, bitches never could say Say, "Fuck I look like giving birds they props? Bitches act like they hot, but I heard they not" How the fuck you in the game like ten years strong You bitches still can't write ya own damn songs You see me on the stoop man these birds just salute me Whether I'm in the coupe or the hoopti, Duke see I'm always with a dude, that'll off the kufi Let him eat my coochie and cop me Pucci House in the boonies, rock a doobie Cock the twenty-two,then spark a loosey He tell me I'm the one, he probably right He pressing me like button downs on a Friday night Your girl get it poppin' like dynamite Dynamite, the coke albino white Name one bitch in the game, that I can't murder Chicken noodle bitches, on the side with a soda Give it to everybody, like a cop with a quota Stop playing poker hop in something mocha I eat bitches, no knife, no fork-a (or) Bitch want it with me? Living the life lo-ca Oh, I get it you a joker Leave a dot on your head, and I ain't talking bout polka You the type, that be runnin' ya mouth See you on the block, wanna run in ya house I'm with that nigga Fendi, never fucks with a slouch I fuck with dirty money, like what's under the couch Cause ain't a bitch could fuck with my flow When it comes to drugs, mami just say no Either you're on something or you're S-L-O Had to switch up the flow, let this skeptos (sketels) know I come, cum hard, I don't come with garbage Just one phone call, they gon' come regardless I always got the ball ma, I don't roll with starters Write my own bars and my flow's the hardest, nigga