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letra de it’s going down - nicki minaj

it’s going down lyrics
[intro]
dj whiteowl
dj whiteowl
ha ha, ha ha
it’s your girl nicki minaj, b-tches
listen, y’all better buckle y’all motherf-ckin’ seat-belts, broads
it’s goin’ down
yo, yessir

[verse 1]
fitted down and i’m ready to play (uh-huh)
when ya album gonna drop, b-tches never could say
say, “f-ck i look like giving birds they props? (ch-yea)
b-tches act like they hot, but i heard they not” (woo!)
how the f-ck you in the game like ten years strong? (uh-huh)
you b-tches still can’t write ya own d-mn songs (never)
you see me on the stoop, man, these birds just salute me (yeah)
whеther i’m in the coupe or thе hoopti duke, see (c’mon)
i’m always with a dude that’ll off the kufi
let him eat my coochie and cop me pucci (alright)
house in the boonies, rock a doobie (what else?)
c-ck the 22, then spark a loosey (ch-yea)
he tell me i’m the one, he probably right
he pressin’ me like b-tton downs on a friday night
your girl get it poppin’ like dynamite
dynamite, the coke albino white (ch-yea)
name one b-tch in the game that i can’t murder (uh-huh)
chicken noodle b-tches, on the side with a soda (woo!)
give it to everybody like a cop with a quota (c’mon, c’mon, ch’yea, uh)
stop playing poker, hop in something mocha (let’s go)
i eat b-tches, no knife, no fork-a (yessir)
b-tch, want it with me? living the life loca (woo!)
oh, i get it, you a joker
leave a dot on your head and i ain’t talking bout polka (b-tch)
you the type that be runnin’ ya mouth (alright)
see you on the block, wanna run in ya house (why is that?)
i’m with that n-gga fendi, never f-cks with a slouch (okay)
i f-ck with dirty money, like what’s under the couch (ch-yea)
cause ain’t a b-tch could f-ck with my flow (no)
when it comes to drugs, mami just say no (uh-huh)
either you’re on something or you’re s-l-o (ch-yea, huh)
had to switch up the flow, let this skeptos (sketels) know (woo!)
i come, cum hard, i don’t come with garbage (uh-huh)
just one phone call, they gon’ come regardless (c’mon, ch-yea, uh-huh)
i always got the ball ma, i don’t roll with starters (ch-yea, yea, yea)
write my own bars and my flow’s the hardest, n-gga (uh)

- nicki minaj

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