| Punch line Queen, no boxer though
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| Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
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| Tell a hater, «Yo, don’t you got cocks to blow?»
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| Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I’ll box a hoe
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| Shoulda shoulda said I got 5 in a possible
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| Don’t go against Nicki, impossible
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| I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
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| Man these hoes couldn’t ball with a testicle
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| Nigga
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| Your lipstick stain
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| Smells like a cheap hotel
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| Diamond watches and a gold chain
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| Can’t make my frown turn around
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| The boys always spending all their money on love
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| The boys always spending all their money on love
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| They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it
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| Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money
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| You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
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| And then cry on top of the world
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| I hope you have the time of your life
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| I hope I don’t lose it tonight
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| Bald head pussy got lots of juice
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| Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
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| Watch the deuce
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| Man I’m stingy with my kitty cat diddy
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| Did you ever really love me Stevie?
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| Rrrrrrr
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| Pull up in the rrrrrrr
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| Wrist on burrrrr
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| Pussy on purrrr rrrrr
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| I don’t even brake when I’m backing up
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| I’ll swerve on a nigga if he acting up
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| I done pushed more sixes than a play date
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| Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
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| Nigga
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| Your bossed up swag
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| Got 'em drooling like a new-born babe
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| The dollars in they eyes
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| Got 'em blinded by a Masquerade
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| The boys always spending all their money on love
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| The boys always spending all their money on love
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| They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it
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| Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money
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| You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
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| And then cry on top of the world
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| I hope you have the time of your life
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| I hope I don’t lose it tonight
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| I put you bitches on to them good lace fronts
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| Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
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| And yes you’re premature
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| Young Money to the Core
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| I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
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| Oh that’s your new girl?
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| That’s that mid-grade
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| Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
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| Or the razor, yeah, the razor
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| She my son, yeah, but I ain’t raise her
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| Goose me hater
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| I get that loose leaf paper
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| Them V-necks be studded out
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| T-Rex be gutted out
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| I told 'em Nicki be chilling them
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| I’mma keep hurting they feelings
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| Because you’ll never be Jordan
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| You couldn’t even be Pippen
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| You couldn’t even be tripping
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| You can’t afford a vacation
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| I’m out in Haiti with Haitians
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| I go to Asia with Asians
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| You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum
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| I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
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| You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
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| And then cry on top of the world
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| I hope you have the time of your life
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| I hope I don’t lose it tonight
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| The boys always spending all their money on love
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| Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Boys , by - Nicki Minaj. Song from the album Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп