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letra de only (clean) - nicki minaj

only (clean) lyrics
[verse 1: nicki minaj]
yo
i never f- wayne, i never f- drake
on my life, man, f- sake
if i did, i’d ménage with ’em
and let ’em eat my a- like a cupcake
my man full, he just ate
i don’t duck n0body but tape
yeah, that was a setup
for a punchline on duct tape
wo-wo-wo-worried ’bout if my b-tt fake
worry ’bout y’all ziggen, us straight
th-these girls are my sons
jo-jon & kate plus eight
when i walk in, sit up straight
i don’t give a f- if i was late
dinner with my man on a g5
is my idea of a update
hut-hut one, hut-hut two
big bitties, big b-tt too
uff-uff with them real ziggen
who don’t tell ziggen what they up to
had to show b- where the top is
ri-ring finger where the rock is
the-these h- couldn’t test me
even if their name was pop quiz
bad b- who i f- with
ma-ma-mad z- we don’t f- with
i don’t f- with them chickens
unless they last name is cutlet
let it soak in
like seasoning
and tell them, tell them blow me
lance stephenson
[chorus: chris brown]
raise every bottle and cup in the sky
sparks in the air like the fourth of july
nothing but bad b- in here tonight
oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
nothing but real n- only, bad b- only
rich n- only, independent-pendents only
boss n- only, thick b- only
i got my real n- here by my side, only

[verse 2: drake]
yeah, i never f- 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, “g- d-mn, this is the perfect time”
we had just come from that video
you know, l.a. traffic, how the city slow
she was sitting down on that big b-tt, but i was still staring at the t- though
yeah, low-key or maybe high-key
i been peeped that you like me, you know?
who the f- you really wanna be with besides me?
i mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this sh- quietly
i mean, she say i’m obsessed with thick women and i agree
yeah, that’s right, i like my girls bbw
yeah, type that wanna s- you dry and then eat some lunch with you
yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
a- on houston texas, but the face look just like clair huxtable
oh! yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f- with you
the nba players f- with you
the bad-ass b- doing makeup and hair f- with you, oh
that’s ’cause i believe in something, i stand for it
and nicki if you ever tryna f-
just give me the heads-up, so i can plan for it
pinkprint
[chorus: chris brown & drake]
raise every bottle and cup in the sky (ayy)
sparks in the air like the fourth of july
nothing but bad b- in here tonight
oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
nothing but real n- only, bad b- only
rich n- only, independent-pendents only
boss n- only, thick b- only
i got my real n- here by my side, only

[verse 3: lil wayne]
i never f- nick’ and that’s f- up
if i did f-, she’d be f- up
whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
’cause she act like she need d- in her life
that’s another story, i’m no story-teller
i p- 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 will beat a b- up if she waved
they bet’ not f- with her surfboard, surfboard
my eyes are so bright, i take cover for shade
don’t have my money? take mothers instead
you got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
then i make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
i’m talkin’ ’bout runnin’ in houses with army guns
so think about your son and daughter rooms
got two h- with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
ain’t thinkin’ ’bout your son and daughter rooms
this sh- is crazy, my ni-
i mean brazy, my
look at that money talk, i just rephrase it, my n-
blood gang, take the “b” off behavior, my money
for reals, if you mouth off, i blow your face off
i mean “pop-pop-pop,” then i take off
now you, now you see me, now you, now you don’t
like jamie foxx acting like ray charles
sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
17 ward bully with seventeen bullets
my story is how i went from “poor me”
to “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”
[chorus: chris brown & lil wayne]
raise every bottle and cup in the sky
sparks in the air like the fourth of july
nothing but bad b- in here tonight
oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
young mula, baby!
nothing but real b- only, bad b- only
rich n- only, independent-pendents only
boss n- only, thick b- only
i got my real n- here by my side, only

- nicki minaj

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