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nicki minaj - trollz (solo version) lyrics

[intro]
(sad pony)

dollar, dollar bill, come get her
even your man know nickis do it better
i know you don’t like me, you wanna fight me
always on my page, never double+tap like me
baddies to my left and my right
never chase a corny n+gga, put that on my life
just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste
we sippin’ on that ace, itty+bitty waist, pretty face
yeah, eat it, cookie monster (ooh)
he a slave to this p+ssy, 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
racks, i got ’em, mary, i’m poppin’
they keep hatin’, but still watchin’
check the boards, i’m still toppin’
bustdown or plain jane, i got options
it’s a bunch of mini+mes, i’m the one they mockin’
showed you how to get a bag, now you goin’ shoppin’
when i come out, all the sneak b+tches start plottin’ (plottin’)
when i come out, it’s a sweep, b+tches start moppin’
boomin’ at your man, now we boomin’ at his matas
split his f+cking wig, bust it open like piñata
he tryna put it en 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, movin’ all that blanco
i ain’t letting up on you b+tches say, “uncle”
still the baddest b+tch, quarantining en 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 p+ssy, 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

[refrain: canonf8 & nicki minaj]
watch, mhm, glock, mhm, c+cked, mhm, got it, mhm
if he like, i throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
he singin’ my old song, yellin’, “ass, ass, ass”
they be speedin’, tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash
still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash
[outro: nicki minaj]
that real ass ain’t keep your n+gga home

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