Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Did It On’em, artist - Nicki Minaj. Album song Pink Friday, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money, Young Money
Song language: English
Did It On’em |
Shitted on 'em |
Man, I just shitted on 'em |
Shitted on 'em |
Put your number 2's in the air |
If you did it on 'em |
Shitted on 'em |
Man, I just shitted on 'em |
Shitted on 'em |
Put your number 2's in the air |
If you did it on 'em |
All these bitches is my sons |
And I’m a go and get some bibs for 'em |
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em |
If I had a dick I would pull it out &piss on 'em |
Let me shake it off |
I just signed a couple deals I might break you off |
And we ain’t making up, I don’t need a mediator |
Just let those bombs blow steam, radiator |
That was an earthquake bitch |
Shitted on 'em |
You got the ground shaking |
Man, I just shitted on 'em |
You bitches ain’t fucking with her |
Shitted on 'em |
Put your number 2's in the air |
If you did it on 'em |
You must have lost your fucking mind |
Shitted on 'em |
You must have bumped your fucking head |
Man, I just shitted on 'em |
Shitted on 'em |
Put your number 2's in the air |
If you did it on 'em |
This stone is flawless, F 1 |
I keep shooters up top in the F 1 |
A lot of bad bitches begging me to F 1 |
But I’m a eat them rat bitches when the chef come |
Those were fresh ones |
More talent in my mother fucking left thumb |
She ain’t a Nicki fan then the bitch def dumb |
You ain’t my son, you my mother fucking step son |
I don’t know what layaway look like |
Shitted on 'em |
Bitch, I can’t even spell welfare |
Man, I just shitted on 'em |
You got me mistaken with your mother, hoe |
Shitted on 'em |
Put your number 2's in the air |
If you did it on 'em |
We at the top bitch |
Shitted on 'em |
Man, I just shitted on 'em |
Shitted on 'em |
Put your number 2's in the air |
If you did it on 'em |
All these bitches is my sons |
And I ain’t talking 'bout Phoenix |
Bitch I get money so I dos what I pleases |
I live where the mo’fucking pools &the trees is Broke bitches so crusty, disgusting |
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the gufbeat |
Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me |
I’m the terminator |
Bitch talk slick, I’m a have to terminate her |
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator |
You my seed, I spray you with a germinator |
Move back bug, matter fact |
You know the queen could us a back rub |
If you could turn back time, share |
Used to be here, now you’re gone |
Shitted on 'em |
Man, I just shitted on 'em |
Shitted on 'em |
Put your number 2's in the air |
If you did it on 'em |
Shitted on 'em |
Man, I just shitted on 'em |
Shitted on 'em |
Put your number 2's in the air |
If you did it on 'em |