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nicki minaj – only (clean) lyrics

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 lyrics

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