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nicki minaj ft. biggi naire - whole lotta choppas remix lyrics

[intro: nicki minaj, biggi naire, and sada baby]
uh (the coal cash collection)
it’s the queen sleaze
biggi n. in the hood
what’s good with it? come on!
nine months motherf+ckin’ pregnant, like, what?
i’m bool
sada, what up? (bang, bang, bang)
detroit

[verse 1: nicki minaj]
ooh, lil’ n+gga wanna try it
i told him, “black lives matter,” i’ma riot
ooh, ass fat, i had to buy it
ain’t a n+gga alive that’s gon’ deny it
this n+gga makin’ me feel erotic (erotic)
uh, he a freak like giannis (giannis)
to be honest, i hope one day we do a play+date with adonis
ooh, i’m ’bout my cake, get your bakin’ on
you don’t want that real smoke, get your vapin’ on
egg whites, turkey bacon on
ain’t in a restaurant, but i’m the b+tch they been waitin’ on (tag) gotta pop tags, b+tches stuntin’ in them hand+me+down bags
it’s sad, burberry plaid, you in that drip that i already had

[chorus: nicki minaj]
they wanna see you do your dance
do that thing poke out them pants?
if it don’t, then i got plans
bam, just got a summertime tan
[verse 2: nicki minaj]
scram, we’re just puttin’ dollars on your head
n+ggas violatin’ the gang gon’ end up dead
lady in the street, but a freak ho in the bed
chopper on him, that’s my shooter in the red
lil’ n+gga can’t keep my p+ssy out his hands
f+ck a last minute, gotta book me in advance
been a bad girl and i’m tryna get spanked
pretty little body, but my face look stank
i be in a truck that cost your whole house
b+tches imitate me but don’t come close
if you wanna celebrate the best, then come toast
b+tches ain’t sayin’ nothin’, but doin’ the utmost
heard he wanna chew on my edible panties
even when i tell him, “see you tomorrow,” he can’t leave
got the off+white sneakers, rockin’ a tan weave
when i come out, grab simba, it’s a stampede

[verse 3: biggi naire]
ooh, lil hitta wanna try it
i tell him what’s good, now he all quiet
ooh, i set it off, full sirens
flow tailor (taylor) made, where’s byron?
sick of being merry (mary), jack it up, what’s popping?
ooh, no lanes (lanez) they hopped in
to be honest, my tracks train rats all day, wait, like thomas (tom is)
ooh, no ducking bills, get your taping on
you don’t want that real pump, get your faking on
deck em sweet (suite), by waving on
say they woke and all, but i’m the one they been laying on
class, gotta have class
what you’ll get is all my hand me down stats
it’s sad, jay, mk jacks, you want that drip that i already had
[chorus: biggi naire]
they wanna see you do your dance
do that thing earn you a chance?
if it don’t, then i got plans
bam, just got another grand slam

[verse 4: biggi naire]
scram, we’re just puttin’ dollars on your head
hittas violatin’ the gang gon’ end up dead
ice up on my neck and my ears, no sled
chopper on him, that’s my shooter in the red
little hitta, just a cute rookie on my hands
rushing big time, yeah i gotta the bands
shooters feature me, i’ll take em, mind your lanes (lanez)
pretty little body, but my face look stank
i be writing lyrics, that make stuff go left
ladder won’t get you to me, don’t step
when i step to the mic (mike), they act funny, no epps
they just keep saying biggi ( big+e), but none of em on f
heard they wanna chew it all, a full beast
i’ma beauty in the face, but hunger in full feast
got tricks up my sleeve, i’ll deliver a full treat
last line go the power to ghost em, you reek (riq), ooh

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