| He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres
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| A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
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| Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers
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| But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
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| He was mixed with a couple things ball like a couple rings
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| Bricks in the condo and grams to sing-sing
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| Left arm, baby mother tatted
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| 5-year bid up North on they ratted
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| Anyway, I felt him, helped him put him on lock
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| Seatbelt them took him out to Belgium, welcome
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| B*tches this pretty, that’s seldom
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| This box better than the box he was held in
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| I’m Momma Dee in that order, I call him Daddy like daughters
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| He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober
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| That’s top of the toppa, I never f*ck with beginners
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| I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers
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| I’m in the zone
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| They holler at me but it’s you
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| You, this ain’t high school
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| Me, and my crew
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| We can slide through
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| Give it to you whenever you want
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| Whip-it whenever you want
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| Baby, it’s yours
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| Anywhere, everywhere
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| Baby it’s your world
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| Ain’t it?
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| Baby it’s your world
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| Ain’t it?
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| She got a n*gga at home and one on the side
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| Best friend is a dike, they f*cked around a few times
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| Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight
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| I tell her make me some money, she tell me make her a wife
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| I tell her, «B*tch, you crazy.»
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| F*ck wrong with you?
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| And excuse my french, but I’m a long kisser
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| And then she try to tell me I’m the only one that’s hittin'
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| And I say, «What about them n*ggas?»
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| She say, «What about them n*ggas? |
| «You right, what you doing tonight?
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| Put on something tight don’t judge me, I get life
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| She love me like a brother, but f*ck me like a husband
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| Pussy like a oven too hot to put my tongue in
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| All I had to do is rub it
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| The genie out the bottle
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| Pussy so wet, I’m a need goggles
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| She tell me that’s it’s mine
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| I tell her stop lying
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| Mine and who else?
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| She say worry 'bout yourself
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| Lil Tune
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| They holler at me but it’s you
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| You, this ain’t high school
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| Me, and my crew
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| We can slide through
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| Give it to you whenever you want
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| Whip-it whenever you want
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| Baby, it’s yours
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| Anywhere, everywhere
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| Baby it’s your world
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| Ain’t it?
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| Baby it’s your world
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| Ain’t it?
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| I know you want it, boy
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| I see you tryin'
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| Just keep on pushin'
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| I’m a let you slide in
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| Just close your eyes and
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| This horizon
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| It’s ready, come get you some
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song High School, artist - Nicki Minaj. Album song Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп