Nicki Minaj – Only ft. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Drake

Download clean vinyl LP CD free mp3 audio song by Nicki Minaj and this music is titled “Only ft. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne, Drake”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled “The Pinkprint” And it was released in the year 2014.

 

 

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Lyrics

 

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake

On my life, man, fuck’s sake

If I did, I’d ménage with ’em and let ’em eat my ass like a cupcake

My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape

Yeah, that was a setup for a punchline on duct tape

Wo-wo-wo-worried ’bout if my butt fake

Worry ’bout y’all niggas, 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 fuck if I was late

Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a update

Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big titties, big butt too

Fu-fuck with them real niggas

Who don’t tell niggas what they up to

Had to show bitches where the top is

Ri-ring finger where the rock is

The-these hoes couldn’t test me

Even if their name was Pop Quiz

Bad bitches who I fuck with

Ma-ma-mad bitches we don’t fuck with

I don’t fuck with them chickens unless they last name is Cutlet

Let it soak in, like seasoning

And tell them bitches 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 bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only

Rich niggas only, independent bitches only

Boss niggas only, thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Verse 2: Drake]

Yeah, I never fucked 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, “Goddamn, 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 butt, but I was still staring at the titties though

Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key

I been peeped that you like me, you know?

Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?

I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit 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 suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you

Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable

Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable

Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you

The NBA players fuck with you

The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you, oh

That’s ’cause I believe in something, I stand for it

And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck

Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it

Pinkprint, ayy

 

[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 bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet

Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only

Rich niggas only, independent bitches only

Boss niggas only, thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side, only

 

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

I never fucked Nick’ and that’s fucked up

If I did fuck, she’d be fucked up

Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right

‘Cause she act like she need dick in her life

That’s another story, I’m no story-teller

I piss 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 bitch up if she waved

They bet’ not fuck 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 hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns

Ain’t thinkin’ ’bout your son and daughter rooms

This shit is crazy, my nigga; I mean brazy, my nigga

That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga

Blood gang, take the “b” off behavior, my nigga

For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off

I mean “pop-pop-pop,” then I take off

Nigga, now you see me, nigga, 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 bitches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet

Young Mula, baby!

Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only

Rich niggas only, independent bitches only

Boss niggas only, thick bitches only

I got my real niggas here by my side, only

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