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
Queen! Nëmmen op 'em cf wann et d'Loft ass, rout Rubin da Sleeze (Uh-oh, oh-oh)
Chinesesch op menger Hülse, dës Wollef Chun-Lis
Egal wéi, nǐ hǎo (nǐ hǎo, oh-oh)
Wien huet de Fuck Bitches gesot datt si mech elo war? (Uh-oh, ooh)
Ech wousst datt dës Bitches lues war, weess ech net dës Bitches Senile (Ooh)
Bestued e Schéissmaster Fall Dir Niggas probéiert haart ze otmen (brr-brr)
Boom Äert Gesiicht aus, da sot ech him, "Feier"
Ech sinn déi Säit
Siwe-honnert op 'em Päerd wa mir et befestegt ginn (Uh-oh)
Awer ech ficken net mat Päerd zënter datt de Christopher reeve (Uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, äh-oh)
Muss virsiichteg sinn wann ech dipt sinn, flippt et all an der Pip
Et ass 40s mat 30 Clips, fn's mam Schalter
Guacamole mam Taco, waart op El Chapo
Koumen an de Rullen a lénks niddereg an engem Tahoe
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Schlecht Gueder stierwen net-stierwen-stierwen (brr)
Honnert Ronnen op dat, grillen-ta-ta
Richteg ee lick e Shot-Ta-Ta
Si meng lil 'Vibe, meng Lil' Ah-Ah-Ah
Schlecht Gueder lafen net vu kee, wéi ah
Ruppeg Jong wëllen mech op säi Kierper beréieren, wéi yah
Jongen Affi dout wann hie mir jeemools gefouert huet
Dir wësst wat ze maachen wann hien jeemools vermësst
[Bréck: Nicki Minaj]
Vermëssen mech mat deem na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Ech bleiwen bei menger NA-na-na, na-na-na-na
Säi Ex schloen hien, hien huet "Nah-nah-nah, Nah-nah-nah"
Hie wëll déi schlecht Gal schlofe wéi dat
Gutt, ech si wéi dat
Krank na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Hien huet mir gesot datt hien him dat na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Mir sinn net Karen wéi Donna-na, na-na-na-na
Ech hunn et gär wann hien meng Wangen gräifen wéi dat (uh)
Firwat sinn ech e Freak wéi dat?
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Schlecht Guedem stierwen net-stierwen-stierwen
Honnert Ronnen op dat, grillen-ta-ta
Richteg ee lick e Shot-Ta-Ta
Si meng lil 'Vibe, meng Lil' Ah-Ah-Ah
Schlecht Gueder lafen net vu kee, wéi ah
Ruppeg Jong wëllen mech op säi Kierper beréieren, wéi yah
Jongen Affi dout wann hie mir jeemools gefouert huet
Dir wësst wat ze maachen wann hien jeemools vermësst
Dir kënnt och gär hunn
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[Vers 2: Nicki Minaj & Lumidee]
Wann d'Kinnigin verloosst, Bitches wann e Kakerlaach erauskommen (äh-oh, oh-oh)
Bis ech an der Kichen wéi e Potreast kachen
Dat neit Specter, mir fëllen net Pot Lächer (Uh-oh, äh-oh)
Dorito Bitches rosen datt se net gewielt hunn
Shouten meng Vaos eraus
Shout eraus op Hoes, déi mech kucken wéi. Klickt, klickt, klickt, klickt)
All hinnen, all hinnen Botzfaart Fotoen, firwat géift Dir déi?
Maacht eng Zaly Duppy well ech dech héieren hunn wéi meng Geeschter Hoes
Grousse Camion awer ech sinn alleng wéi Post wann (uh-oh, oh-oh)
Rufft Malone an erzielt him datt ech goin 'Post (brr)
Dës Bitches rappin 'wéi meng Blooper Roll (Uh-oh, äh-oh)
Wüst Eagle Wann Är Nigga Actin 'Super fett
(Krut se, krut et 'em, ech ginn et' em wéi "uh-oh"
Pistoulfanger wéi Niggas doin de Bogle
Ya fuckin 'Bozo
Datt .40 Cal e Make Dance wéi e Go-Go
Super Fakks, dat ass Wuert zu Super Kaz
Mir ah räisse Greal Jugend a mir Nuh Teke zréck mir chatten
Verursaache Bitches kéinten net a mengem Crocs goen, dat ass Wuert zu Dundee
Just eng Rëtsch Loftheads wéi Kelly Bundy
Mann, dës Bitches sou lues, Mann, si méi lues wéi Sloths (Uh-oh, oh-oh)
Sechs honnert Päerd, wéi hutt Dir de Patron ze fänken?
Gefaange se mat si handelen aus, tryna d'Sauce (Uh-oh, oh-oh)
Den Thierry Mugler Flow Tryna huet de Stoff geschnidden
Kuckt den Ënnerscheedung ass ech Geschäfter (Uh-oh, oh-oh)
Wann ech Iech net gläichen, dann ass wat Dir Geschäfter ass?
Ech hunn d'Personal opgrond wéi dat Geschäft ass? (Uh-oh, äh-oh)
Oh, Dir wësst net datt mäi Niggas Zeien ëmbréngt?
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Schlecht Guedem stierwen net-stierwen-stierwen
Honnert Ronnen op dat, grillen-ta-ta
Richteg ee lick e Shot-Ta-Ta
Si meng lil 'Vibe, meng Lil' Ah-Ah-Ah
Schlecht Gueder lafen net vu kee, wéi ah
Ruppeg Jong wëllen mech op säi Kierper beréieren, wéi yah
Jongen Affi dout wann hie mir jeemools gefouert huet
Dir wësst wat ze maachen wann hie jeemools vermësst, jo, jo
[Outro: Lumidee]
Wann Dir wëllt, datt ech bleiwen
Ech wäert ni verloossen
Wann Dir wëllt, datt ech bleiwen
Mir wäerten ëmmer sinn
Wann Dir wëllt, datt ech bleiwen
Ech wäert ni verloossen
Wann Dir wëllt, datt ech bleiwen
Léift endlos
Wann Dir wëllt, datt ech bleiwen