Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Only, artist - Nicki Minaj.
Date of issue: 14.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Only |
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake |
On my life, man, fuck’s sake |
If I did I’d Minaj wid' him and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake |
My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape |
Yea, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape |
Worried 'bout if my butt fake |
Worry 'bout ya’ll niggas, us straight |
These girls are my sons, Jon and Kate plus eight |
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a fuck if I was late |
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a up-date |
Hut hut one, hut hut two, big titties, big butt too |
Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to |
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is |
Dez hoes couldn’t test me even if they name was pop quiz |
Bad bitches who I fuck with', mad bitches we don’t fuck with' |
I don’t fuck with' them chickens unless they last name is cut let |
Let it soak in like seasoning |
And tell them bitches, blow me, Lance Stephenson |
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky |
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July |
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight |
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet |
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only |
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only |
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only |
I got my real niggas here by my side, only |
I never fucked 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 God damn, this is the perfect time |
We had just come from that video |
You know LA traffic, how the city slow |
She was sitting down on that big butt |
But I was still staring at the titties though |
Yea, low key or maybe high key |
I been peeped that you like me, you know |
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? |
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly |
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree |
Yea, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yea |
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you |
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable |
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable |
Oh, yea, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you |
The NBA players fuck with you |
The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you |
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it |
And Nicki if you ever try to fuck |
Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it |
(Pinkprint, aye) |
I never fucked Nic and that’s fucked up |
If I did fuck she’d be fucked up |
Whoever is hittin' ain’t hittin' it right |
Cause she act like she need dick in her life |
But that’s another story, I’m no story teller |
I piss 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 would beat a bitch up if she waved |
They bet not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard |
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade |
Don’t have my money? |
Take mother’s instead |
You got the hiccups, you swallow the truth |
Then I make you burp, boy, street beef like sirloin |
I’m talkin' bout running in houses with army guns |
So think about your son and daughter rooms |
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns |
Ain’t thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms |
This shit is crazy, my nigga |
I been praising, my nigga |
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga |
Blood gang take the B off behavior, my nigga |
For reals if you mouth off I blow your face off |
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off, nigga |
Now you see me, nigga, now you don’t |
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles |
16 in the clip, one in the chamber |
17 ward bully with 17 bullets |
My story is how I went from poor me |
To please pour me a drink and celebrate with me |