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
Banrigh! A-mhàin air 'em c ma tha e agosze, ruby da dearg dar (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Sìneach air an t-sleeve, na h-uisgeach seo
Co-dhiù, Nǐ Hǎo (Nǐ Hǎo, Uh-Oh)
Cò an fuck a dh 'innis a' gheàrr-laighe a bha iad gam faicinn a-nis? (Uh-oh, ooh)
Bha fios agam gu robh na bitches seo slaodach, chan eil fios agam gu bheil na bitches seo senile (ooh)
Phòs e cùis shoowa a dh 'fheuch thu niggas ri anail a tharraing gu h-àrd (BrR-BRR)
Boom d 'aghaidh dheth, an uairsin tha mi ag innse dha, "sguir teine"
Is mise an taobh ab
Seachd ceud air eich 'em eich nuair a bhios sinn a' càradh 'gus fàgail (uh-oh)
Ach cha bhith mi a 'fuck le eich bho na h-reeopher reeves (uh-oh)
(Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gotta a bhith faiceallach nuair a bhios mi a 'dip, tha e a' fliuch uile anns a 'chuip
Tha e 40an le 30 criomagan, fn's leis an tionndadh
Guacaloe leis an taco, waitin 'air el capo
Thàinig e anns na rolagan is clì ìosal ann an a 'bhruich
[Sèist: Nicki minaj]
Cha bhith dona gyy-die-die-die (BRR)
Ceudan cuairtean air an sin, Grrah-tur-ta
Fìor dh 'lick lick-glac-ta
I mo lil 'vibe, mo lil' ah-ah-ah
Cha do ruith droch ghas a-mach à duine, mar ah
Tha Balach Balach ag iarraidh orm Touchin 'air a chorp, mar Yah
Balach Affi marbh ma tha e a-riamh a 'diseadh mi
Tha fios agad dè a nì thu ma chailleas e mi a-riamh
[Drochaid: Nicki Minaj]
Miss mi le sin na - na-na-na-"na-na-Na -lainn
Bidh mi a 'fuireach le mo na-na-na-na-na-, na-na-na-Na
Bhuail e e, is e "Nah-Nah-Nah-nah, nah-nah-nah-nah"
Tha e ag iarraidh an droch dhùsgadh mar sin
Uill, tha mi a 'teannadh mar sin
Tinn na-na-na-na tha, na-na-na-na-
Thuirt e rium a 'toirt sin dha na-na-na-na, na-na-na-Na na
Chan eil sinn a 'faicinn Karen mar Donna-na, na-na-na-na-Na
Is toil leam e nuair a gheibh e grèim air mo ghruaidhean mar sin (uh)
Carson a tha mi freak mar sin?
[Sèist: Nicki minaj]
Cha bhith dona gyal a 'bàsachadh-die-die
Ceudan cuairtean air an sin, Grrah-tur-ta
Fìor dh 'lick lick-glac-ta
I mo lil 'vibe, mo lil' ah-ah-ah
Cha do ruith droch ghas a-mach à duine, mar ah
Tha Balach Balach ag iarraidh orm Touchin 'air a chorp, mar Yah
Balach Affi marbh ma tha e a-riamh a 'diseadh mi
Tha fios agad dè a nì thu ma chailleas e mi a-riamh
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[Rann 2: Nicki Minaj & Luumide]
Nuair a dh 'fhàgas a' bhanrigh, tha bitches ag iarraidh a thighinn a-mach mar cockroach (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
Gus am bi mi a 'còcaireachd' sa chidsin mar ròsta poit
An specradair ùr sin, cha lìon sinn tuill pot (Uh-Oh, uh-oh)
Darito-bitches meallta nach eil iad a 'taghadh
Èigh a-mach mo jatos
Ag èigheachd a-mach gu hoes a tha a 'coimhead' orm mar Movados (cliog, cliog, cliog)
A h-uile càil, a h-uile càil a bha fo bhrògan fo chuan, carson a phàigheas tu iad sin?
Dèan dubhar grian bho chuala mi thu mar mo bhrògan taibhse
Truck mòr ach tha mi nam aonar mar phost ged a tha (Uh-Oh, uh-oh)
Cuir fòn gu malone agus innis dha gu bheil mi goin 'puist' puist (BR)
Tha na bitches seo rappin 'mar an rolla Blooper agam (Uh-Oh, Uh-Oh)
Iolaire nan Inglue ma tha an Nigga T Actin 'Super Brad
(Got 'em, fhuair thu' em, got 'em) got' em mar "uh-oh"
Bidh corragan gunna mar Niggas doin 'am bogle
Ya fuckin 'bozo
Sin .40 cal a 'dèanamh' dòrtadh dannsa mar go-falbh
Super Fakks, is e sin facal gu super cat
Bidh sinn a 'ruith òganach òganach agus nhh nhh tek air ais bidh sinn a' cabadaich
Ag adhbhrachadh nach fhaodas bitches a choiseachd nam chrocs agam, is e sin am facal gu Dùn Dè
Dìreach cnap de dh 'uachdaran mar Kelly Bundy
Fear, na bitches seo cho slaodach, fear, nas slaodaiche na slighean (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Sianar each, mar a ghlac thu an ceannard?
Rug 'em le iad a-mach, feuch an t-sauce (Uh-Oh, uh-oh)
Gheàrr tryrry owal fessna an t-aodach
Faic an eadar-dhealachadh a bheil mi a 'ruith ghnìomhachasan (Uh-Oh, uh-oh)
Mura cuir mi fastadh ort, an uairsin dè a tha gnìomhachas?
Bidheam agam air a sgaoileadh, mar dè a tha an gnìomhachas? (Uh-oh, uh-oh)
O, chan eil fhios agad gu bheil na niggas a 'marbhadh fianaisean?
[Sèist: Nicki minaj]
Cha bhith dona gyal a 'bàsachadh-die-die
Ceudan cuairtean air an sin, Grrah-tur-ta
Fìor dh 'lick lick-glac-ta
I mo lil 'vibe, mo lil' ah-ah-ah
Cha do ruith droch ghas a-mach à duine, mar ah
Tha Balach Balach ag iarraidh orm Touchin 'air a chorp, mar Yah
Balach Affi marbh ma tha e a-riamh a 'diseadh mi
Tha fios agad dè a nì thu ma chailleas e mi a-riamh, seadh
[Outro: Lumidee]
Ma tha thu airson gum fuirich mi
Chan fhàg mi gu bràth
Ma tha thu airson gum fuirich mi
Bidh sinn an-còmhnaidh
Ma tha thu airson gum fuirich mi
Chan fhàg mi gu bràth
Ma tha thu airson gum fuirich mi
Gaol gun chrìoch
Ma tha thu airson gum fuirich mi