Queen! Only on 'em C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (Nǐ Hǎo, uh-oh)
Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Uh-oh, ooh)
by Sanderlei Silveira - 04/03/2023
Queen! Only on 'em C's if it's breeze, Red Ruby Da Sleeze (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Chinese on my sleeve, these wannabe Chun-Lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (Nǐ Hǎo, uh-oh)
Who the fuck told bitches they was me now? (Uh-oh, ooh)
I knew these bitches was slow, I ain't know these bitches senile (Ooh)
Married a shooter case you niggas tried to breathe loud (Brr-brr)
Boom your face off, then I tell him, "Cease fire"
I'm the AB side
Seven-hundred on 'em horses when we fixin' to leave (Uh-oh)
But I don't fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves (Uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gotta be careful when I dip, it's flips all in the whip
It's 40s with 30 clips, FN's with the switch
Guacamole with the taco, waitin' on El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in a Tahoe
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal don't die-die-die (Brr)
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
Miss me with that na-na-na, na-na-na-na
I stay with my na-na-na, na-na-na-na
His ex hit him, he like "Nah-nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah"
He want the bad gyal sleeze like that
Well, I'ma tease like that
Ill na-na-na, na-na-na-na
He told me bring him that na-na-na, na-na-na-na
We don't be Karen like Donna-na, na-na-na-na
I like it when he grab my cheeks like that (Uh)
Why I'm a freak like that?
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal don't die-die-die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me
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[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj & Lumidee]
When the Queen leave, bitches wanna come out like a cockroach (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Until I'm cookin' in the kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don't fill pot holes (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Dorito—bitches mad that they not chose
Shout out my vatos
Shout out to hoes that's watchin' me like Movados (Click, click, click)
All them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?
Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes
Big truck but I'm alone like Post though (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Call Malone and tell him I'm goin' postal (Brr)
These bitches rappin' like my blooper roll (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Desert Eagle if your nigga actin' super bold
(Got 'em, got 'em, got 'em) Got 'em like "Uh-oh"
Gun fingers like niggas doin' the bogle
Ya fuckin' bozo
That .40 cal a make 'em dance like a go-go
Super fakks, that's word to Super Cat
We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat
Cause bitches couldn't walk in my Crocs, that's word to Dundee
Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy
Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Six-hundred horse, how you gon' catch the boss?
Caught 'em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth
See the difference is I run businesses (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
If I ain't employ you, then what ya business is?
I'll have staff roll up, like what the business is? (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Oh, you don't know that my niggas kill witnesses?
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal don't die-die-die
Hundred rounds on that, grrah-ta-ta
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil' vibe, my lil' ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don't run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touchin' on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
You know what to do if he ever miss me, yeah
[Outro: Lumidee]
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
We'll always be
If you want me to stay
I'll never leave
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay
Banríon! Ach amháin ar 'em c's má tá sé Breeze, dearg ruby da sleeze (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Sínis ar mo muinchille, na wannabe seo chun lis
Mar sin féin, nǐ hǎo (nǐ hǎo, uh-oh)
Cé a dúirt an fuck le bitches go raibh siad mise anois? (Uh-oh, ooh)
Bhí a fhios agam go raibh na bitches seo mall, níl a fhios agam go bhfuil na bitches seo senile (OOH)
Pósta cás shooter a rinne tú Niggas iarracht análú os ard (BRR-BRR)
Boom d’aghaidh as, ansin deirim leis, "Scoir tine"
Is mise an taobh ab
Seacht gcéad ar 'Em Horses Nuair a Fixin' chun imeacht (uh-oh)
Ach ní féidir liom fuck le capaill ó Christopher Reeves (uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gotta Bí cúramach nuair a thumann mé, tá sé ag dul go léir sa fuip
Tá sé 40s le 30 gearrthóg, FNanna leis an lasc
Guacamole leis an taco, waitin 'ar el chapo
Tháinig mé sna rollaí agus d'fhág sé íseal i tahoe
[Cór: Nicki Minaj]
Bad Gyal Ná Die-Die-Die (BRR)
Céad babhta ar sin, Grrah-ta-ta
Fíor lick lick a lámhaigh-ta-ta
Sí mo lil 'vibe, mo lil' ah-ah-ah
Ní ritheann droch -gyal ó aon duine, cosúil le ah
Buachaill drochbhéasach ba mhaith liom teagmháil a dhéanamh liom 'ar a chorp, cosúil le yah
Buachaill affi marbh má dhíspreagann sé mé riamh
Tá a fhios agat cad atá le déanamh má chailleann sé mé riamh
[Droichead: Nicki Minaj]
Iníon dom leis an na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na
Fanann mé le mo na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Bhuail a shean é, is maith leis "Nah-Nah-Nah, Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah"
Teastaíonn uaidh an droch -sleeze gyal mar sin
Bhuel, tá mé ag teannadh mar sin
Tinn Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na-na
Dúirt sé liom é a thabhairt dó go bhfuil Na-na-na-na, Na-na-na-na-na-na
Ní bheidh muid mar Karen cosúil le Donna-na-na-na-na-na-na
Is maith liom é nuair a ghreamaíonn sé mo ghrua mar sin (uh)
Cén fáth gur freak mé mar sin?
[Cór: Nicki Minaj]
Droch Gyal Ná Die-Die-Die
Céad babhta ar sin, Grrah-ta-ta
Fíor lick lick a lámhaigh-ta-ta
Sí mo lil 'vibe, mo lil' ah-ah-ah
Ní ritheann droch -gyal ó aon duine, cosúil le ah
Buachaill drochbhéasach ba mhaith liom teagmháil a dhéanamh liom 'ar a chorp, cosúil le yah
Buachaill affi marbh má dhíspreagann sé mé riamh
Tá a fhios agat cad atá le déanamh má chailleann sé mé riamh
B’fhéidir gur mhaith leat freisin
Ar an tsráid
J-hope & J. Cole
Na cailíní go léir
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Is pt bréagach é buachaill. 2
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[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj & Lumidee]
Nuair a fhágann an bhanríon, ba mhaith le bitches teacht amach cosúil le cockroach (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Go dtí go bhfuil mé ag cócaireacht 'sa chistin cosúil le rósta pota
An speiceas nua sin, ní líonann muid poill phota (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Dorito - Bitches as a mheabhair nár roghnaigh siad
Scairt amach mo vatos
Scairt Amach go Hoes That Watchin 'Me Like Like Movados (cliceáil, cliceáil, cliceáil)
Gach ceann acu, go léir grianghraif aghaidh orthu, cén fáth a ndéanfá iad sin a phostáil?
Déan duppy gyal ó chuala mé tú mar mo thaibhsí taibhse
Trucail mhór ach táim i mo aonar cosúil le post cé (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Glaoigh ar Malone agus inis dó go bhfuil mé goin 'Post (BRR)
Na bitches rappin 'cosúil le mo rolla blooper (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Desert Eagle Má tá do nigga actin 'Super trom
(Got 'em, got' em, fuair 'em) fuair' em mar "uh-oh"
Méara gunna cosúil le niggas doin 'The Bogle
Ya fuckin 'bozo
Go bhfuil.
Super fakks, sin an focal go Super Cat
Táimid ah droch -óige gyal agus táimid ag dul ar ais ar ais déanaimid comhrá
Cúis nach bhféadfadh bitches siúl i mo chrocs, is é sin an focal go Dundee
Just a dornán aer -cheann cosúil le Kelly Bundy
Fear, na bitches seo chomh mall, fear, tá siad níos moille ná sloths (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Capall sé chéad céad, conas a ghabhfaidh tú an Boss?
Gafa 'em leis an lámh amach, Tryna a ghabháil an anlann (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Thierry Mugler Flow Tryna Gearr an t -éadach
Féach an difríocht is ea mé a reáchtáil gnóthaí (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Mura bhfuil tú á fhostú agat, ansin cad é an gnó ya?
Beidh an fhoireann ag rolladh suas, cosúil le cad é an gnó? (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Ó, níl a fhios agat go maraíonn mo niggas finnéithe?
[Cór: Nicki Minaj]
Droch Gyal Ná Die-Die-Die
Céad babhta ar sin, Grrah-ta-ta
Fíor lick lick a lámhaigh-ta-ta
Sí mo lil 'vibe, mo lil' ah-ah-ah
Ní ritheann droch -gyal ó aon duine, cosúil le ah
Buachaill drochbhéasach ba mhaith liom teagmháil a dhéanamh liom 'ar a chorp, cosúil le yah
Buachaill affi marbh má dhíspreagann sé mé riamh
Tá a fhios agat cad atá le déanamh má chailleann sé mé riamh, sea
[Outro: Lumidee]
Más mian leat go bhfanfaidh mé
Ní fhágfaidh mé choíche
Más mian leat go bhfanfaidh mé
Beimid i gcónaí
Más mian leat go bhfanfaidh mé
Ní fhágfaidh mé choíche
Más mian leat go bhfanfaidh mé
Grá gan deireadh
Más mian leat go bhfanfaidh mé