Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Boys, artist - Nicki Minaj. Album song Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
The Boys |
Punch line Queen, no boxer though |
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though |
Tell a hater, «Yo, don’t you got cocks to blow?» |
Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I’ll box a hoe |
Shoulda shoulda said I got 5 in a possible |
Don’t go against Nicki, impossible |
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle |
Man these hoes couldn’t ball with a testicle |
Nigga |
Your lipstick stain |
Smells like a cheap hotel |
Diamond watches and a gold chain |
Can’t make my frown turn around |
The boys always spending all their money on love |
The boys always spending all their money on love |
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it |
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money |
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls |
And then cry on top of the world |
I hope you have the time of your life |
I hope I don’t lose it tonight |
Bald head pussy got lots of juice |
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes |
Watch the deuce |
Man I’m stingy with my kitty cat diddy |
Did you ever really love me Stevie? |
Rrrrrrr |
Pull up in the rrrrrrr |
Wrist on burrrrr |
Pussy on purrrr rrrrr |
I don’t even brake when I’m backing up |
I’ll swerve on a nigga if he acting up |
I done pushed more sixes than a play date |
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate |
Nigga |
Your bossed up swag |
Got 'em drooling like a new-born babe |
The dollars in they eyes |
Got 'em blinded by a Masquerade |
The boys always spending all their money on love |
The boys always spending all their money on love |
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, bone it, own it |
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money |
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls |
And then cry on top of the world |
I hope you have the time of your life |
I hope I don’t lose it tonight |
I put you bitches on to them good lace fronts |
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months |
And yes you’re premature |
Young Money to the Core |
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour |
Oh that’s your new girl? |
That’s that mid-grade |
Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade |
Or the razor, yeah, the razor |
She my son, yeah, but I ain’t raise her |
Goose me hater |
I get that loose leaf paper |
Them V-necks be studded out |
T-Rex be gutted out |
I told 'em Nicki be chilling them |
I’mma keep hurting they feelings |
Because you’ll never be Jordan |
You couldn’t even be Pippen |
You couldn’t even be tripping |
You can’t afford a vacation |
I’m out in Haiti with Haitians |
I go to Asia with Asians |
You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum |
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom |
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls |
And then cry on top of the world |
I hope you have the time of your life |
I hope I don’t lose it tonight |
The boys always spending all their money on love |
Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie |