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letra de big foot (rap version (a capella)) - nicki minaj

[intro]
(been trill, been doin’ it, been at it)
your flow is such a bore
drinkin’ a bottle of henny through a straw
b-tch, you better stop that dialogue (28 sh-t)
‘fore i hit carl and buy your catalog
(ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
sigh
how you f-ck your mother man when she die?
how you go on g-yle king and can’t cry?
chile, bye
big foot, but you still a small fry
swearin’ on your dead mother when you lie (ayo)

[verse]
this lil’ beggin’ wh0re talkin’ ’bout megan’s law
for a free beat, you could hit megan raw (ooh)
if you a ghostwriter, party in megan jaw (ooh)
shots thrown, but i still ain’t let megan score (tell ’em)
bad b-tch, she like six foot (ooh), i call her big foot (brr)
the b-tch fell off, i said, “get up on your good foot”
uh, still ain’t topped “red ruby” (no, no, mhm)
tryna steal the sauce, i said, “get up out my cookbook” (brr)
but really, i’m a sweetie pie
p-r-t-t-y, but i’m p-e-t-t-y (brr)
um, why did you lie about your lipo?
f-ckin’ your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though
you was lyin’ to the queen, then you went lyin’ to the king, g-yle
the thirty-year-old tea so stale
kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
barbz, i need a good alcohol bar
roman, wait, that was the bar
like a body builder, i keep raisin’ the bar
f-ck you get shot with no scar? (brr)
this little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it
mm, mm-mm, mm-mm
sh-t’ll get dark like chocolate
i’m ’bout to get up in your ass, b-tch, clench (woo)
mm, yeah, sorta like french
they got you all them grammys, but your flow’s still a no
what a fiasco, lupe
future made you pay (haha)
she wanna party with dababy while rubbin’ on tory toupée
i guess she needed money bags for them trey songz
she g-eazy, carl made her crawl for it
yo, why the f-ck they poke the monster?
f-ckin’ with nicki this year, ho, i’m comin’ like a p-rnstar
she just mad that no n-gga ever loved her
no n-gga gon’ stand ten toes behind her
is it my fault i got good vagin-er?
why the f-ck is you humpin’ on a minor?
’cause she was lyin’ on your dead mama (ooh), on-on your dead mama (ah-ah-ah-ah)
lyin’ on your dead mama, on-on your dead mama
lyin’ on your dead mama, lyin’ on your dead mama
lyin’ on your, lyin’, lyin’, lyin’ on your dead mama (brr, ooh)

- nicki minaj

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