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« Click clack »
Nicki Minaj
[Hook]
A lot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if you (bang)
So when I lift the shirt, that’s the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain’t trynna hear that
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Nicholas
Style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at the Garden
#1 draft, I’m New York’s pick
& I don’t lose like them dudes
On the New York Knicks
(Check it)
I’m overseas rockin’ hella capris
I’m in the West Indies eatin’ delicacies
I tell ’em, they want Kane like Erica? Please
Brotha your money young like that nigga Jeezy
These broke rappers always rappin’ bout a pink truck
I’m only happy when I’m hoppin’ out the Brinks truck
And I don’t need a 16, I got a sentence
I goes in on a fucker like an entrance
These old bitches better change they dentures
When I get in the game they gon’ play the benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I’mma pay my henchmen
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Maraj
Fuck you & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain’t talkin’ bout the Taj
I’m on the other line, I ain’t talkin’ bout call waitin’
I’m VIP lil’ mama, I just walk straight in
Lil’ Dolce & Gabbana got this broad hatin’
That’s why I pop up in the Porsche with the top vacant
Mami stop fakin’, talkin’ bout what you got
You ain’t got nathen
And your not caking, your not my taste
Get out of my face, I play the top like 8 friends on your myspace
Stay in a child’s place, check the timin’
I rock bitches like they throwin’ up the diamonds (its the rock)
You on a flight, I be bakin’ on islands
Mami your accent sounds faker than dylan
Murder them, murder them
Fuck a competition already murdered them
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Nicki M
Hard to find me in a sticky ben
I play the club with a thug and some pretty friends
And if they ain’t got the gat, they got the knife on
Your too whack to get up on one of my songs
You got a deal cause you was givin’ up the coochie prolly
But I’ll arrange one hit like oochie wally
And you’ll be gone til November like Wyclef
I hold weight and I ain’t talkin’ bout biceps
I rep queens like a crown, when I’m in the town
Ask Yung Joc it’s goin’ down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, get a pound
June turn me up, mic check, how I sound?
Bitches don’t know the half like they flunked at math
Give a fuck about a bitch and the clique she with
Unless you doin’ them numbers like arithmetic
Young Nick, holla back and turn up my shit
[Hook]
A lot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if you (bang)
So when I lift the shirt, that’s the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain’t trynna hear that
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Nicholas
Style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at the Garden
#1 draft, I’m New York’s pick
& I don’t lose like them dudes
On the New York Knicks
(Check it)
I’m overseas rockin’ hella capris
I’m in the West Indies eatin’ delicacies
I tell ’em, they want Kane like Erica? Please
Brotha your money young like that nigga Jeezy
These broke rappers always rappin’ bout a pink truck
I’m only happy when I’m hoppin’ out the Brinks truck
And I don’t need a 16, I got a sentence
I goes in on a fucker like an entrance
These old bitches better change they dentures
When I get in the game they gon’ play the benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I’mma pay my henchmen
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Maraj
Fuck you & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain’t talkin’ bout the Taj
I’m on the other line, I ain’t talkin’ bout call waitin’
I’m VIP lil’ mama, I just walk straight in
Lil’ Dolce & Gabbana got this broad hatin’
That’s why I pop up in the Porsche with the top vacant
Mami stop fakin’, talkin’ bout what you got
You ain’t got nathen
And your not caking, your not my taste
Get out of my face, I play the top like 8 friends on your myspace
Stay in a child’s place, check the timin’
I rock bitches like they throwin’ up the diamonds (its the rock)
You on a flight, I be bakin’ on islands
Mami your accent sounds faker than dylan
Murder them, murder them
Fuck a competition already murdered them
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Nicki M
Hard to find me in a sticky ben
I play the club with a thug and some pretty friends
And if they ain’t got the gat, they got the knife on
Your too whack to get up on one of my songs
You got a deal cause you was givin’ up the coochie prolly
But I’ll arrange one hit like oochie wally
And you’ll be gone til November like Wyclef
I hold weight and I ain’t talkin’ bout biceps
I rep queens like a crown, when I’m in the town
Ask Yung Joc it’s goin’ down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, get a pound
June turn me up, mic check, how I sound?
Bitches don’t know the half like they flunked at math
Give a fuck about a bitch and the clique she with
Unless you doin’ them numbers like arithmetic
Young Nick, holla back and turn up my shit
[Hook]
