TROLLZ - Alternate Edition (with Nicki Minaj)

歌手: 6ix9ine Nicki Minaj • 专辑:TROLLZ - Alternate Edition (with Nicki Minaj) • 发布时间:2020-06-16
作词 : Onika Maraj
 作曲 : Jeremiah Raisen/Aaron Clark
 (Sad Pony)
 Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm
 Cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
 You need that? I got it
 This cash, my pockets
 That's cash, one hundred
 You need that? I got it
 Need it, got it, cash, pockets
 Bands on me, sticks on me
 You need that? I got it
 This cash, my pockets
 That's cash, one hundred, you need that?
 Yeah, she like how I throw them racks
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Keep on throwin' that cash
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Keep on throwin' that a*s
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Benz truck in the back
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 I know you don't like me
 You wanna fight me
 You don't want no problems
 At your party, don't invite me
 I don't worry 'bout you n!ggas
 Please stop talking 'bout me
 Always talking 'bout me
 'Cause you looking for the clouty
 6ix-nina, the 9ine-nina
 Riding in a two-seater with two ninas
 Baby got that Aquafina, it's c*caina
 Smoking on that OG reefer, no TMZ-a
 Forgiatos on a Benz truck
 Make her friends fxck
 Told her she could get Chanel
 If she let my friends fxck
 Stars shining in the Rolls Royce, it got red guts
 Wait, hold up, nah, I still don't give a fxck
 Vroom, vroom, G5
 Vroom, vroom, we high
 You the type of n!gga that I never wanna be like
 You a type of b!tch that will never get a reply
 Hi, hater, bye, hater, vroom
 Yeah, she like how I throw them racks
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Keep on throwin' that cash
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Keep on throwin' that a*s
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Benz truck in the back
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Boomin' at your man
 Now we boomin' at his mata
 Split his fxcking wig
 Bust it open like piñata
 He tryna put in mi culo, real fat gato
 When he eat it
 I tell him to squeeze it like a taco
 All my n!ggas out of town
 Moving all that blanco
 I ain't letting up on you b!tches say uncle
 Still the baddest b!tch
 Quarantining in mi casa
 Talking all that sh!t
 But you b!tches ain't saying caca
 Uh, a flock of birds, waka
 All my b!tches pretty
 Juicy booty, pretty knockers
 Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
 He a slave to this pxssy, call me master
 Real wet, I said "Slurp it like it's pasta"
 They get nervous
 When it's Nicki on the roster (Rrr)
 Somebody usher this n!gga into a clinic
 My flow's still sick
 I ain't talkin' a pandemic
 I write my own lyrics
 A lot of these b!tches gimmicks
 They study Nicki style
 Now all of them wan' mimic
 Talkin' 'bout snitches
 When it's snitches in your camp
 Never stand alone
 You always itchin' for a stamp
 Me, I'm still money
 Wrists light up like a lamp
 They gon' have to send they
 Best fighter for the champ
 Yeah, she like how I throw them racks
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Keep on throwin' that cash
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Keep on throwin' that a*s
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Benz truck in the back
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm
 cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
 If he like, I throw it fast
 Real fast, fast, fast
 He singin' my old song
 Yellin', "A*s, a*s, a*s"
 They be speedin', tryna beat me
 Then they crash, crash, crash
 Still a hundred like the number
 On my dash, dash, dash
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