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
Keninginne! Allinich op 'em C's As it is fan' e wyn, reade ruby da sleeze (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Sineesk op myn mouw, dizze wannabe chun-lis
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nǐ hǎo, uh-oh)
Wa de fuck fertelde bitches se wiene my no? (Uh-oh, ooh)
Ik wist dizze teiken wie traach, ik wit dizze teefkes senieling net (ooh)
Troud A SHIPER CASE Jo Niggas besochten lûd te sykheljen (BRR-BRR)
Boom jo gesicht ôf, dan fertel ik him, "stiel fjoer"
Ik bin de AP-kant
Sânhûndert op 'e hynders as wy reparearje' ferlitte (uh-oh)
Mar ik haw net fuck mei hynders sûnt Christopher Reeves (UH-OH)
(Uh-Oh, UH-OH)
Moat foarsichtich wêze as ik dompelje, it fljocht allegear yn 'e sweep
It is 40s mei 30 klips, fn's mei de skeakel
Guacamole mei de taco, wachtsje op El Chapo
Kaam yn 'e rollen en lofts leech yn in tahoe
[Koarus: Nicki Minaj]
Bad Gyal Do n't Die-Die-Die (Brr)
Hûndert rondes op dat, Grrah-ta-ta
Echte ien lek in skot-ta-ta
Se my lil 'vibe, myn lil' Ah-Ah-ah
Min gyal rinne net fan gjinien, lykas ah
Rude jonge wol my oan it oanrekking op syn lichem, lykas yah
Jonge affi dea as hy my ea is
Jo wite wat te dwaan as hy my ea misse
[Brêge: Nicki Minaj]
Mis my mei dat Na-Na-na, Na-Na-Na-Na
Ik bliuw by myn NA-NA-NA, NA-NA-NA-NA
Syn eks rekke him, hy hâldt fan "Nah-Nah-Nah, Nah-Nah-Nah-Nah"
Hy wol dat de minne gyal sa slege
No, ik ha der sa oan
Ill na-na-na, na-na-na-na
Hy fertelde my him dat na-na-na nei te bringen, Na-na-na
Wy binne Karen net lykas Donna-na, Na-Na-Na-Na
Ik fyn it leuk as hy myn wangen lykas dat grab (UH)
Wêrom bin ik sa ferrifeljen?
[Koarus: Nicki Minaj]
Minne Gyal Die-Die-Die
Hûndert rondes op dat, Grrah-ta-ta
Echte ien lek in skot-ta-ta
Se my lil 'vibe, myn lil' Ah-Ah-ah
Min gyal rinne net fan gjinien, lykas ah
Rude jonge wol my oan it oanrekking op syn lichem, lykas yah
Jonge affi dea as hy my ea is
Jo wite wat te dwaan as hy my ea misse
Do meist miskien ek wol oer
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[Vers 2: Nicki Minaj & Lumidee]
Doe't de keninginne ferliet, bitches wolle útkomme as in kakkerlak (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Oant ik yn 'e keuken koekje as in pot roast
Dat nije spektakel, wy folje pot Holes net (UH-Oh, UH-OH)
Dorito-bitches gek dat se net keazen hawwe
Rop myn vatos út
Shout Out to Hoes dat is wat ik hâldt as MOVADOS (KLIK, KLIK, KLIK)
Allegear, allegearre botke Fotosfoto's, wêrom soene jo dy pleatse?
Meitsje in gyal duppy, om't ik jo hearde lykas myn spoek hoes
Grutte frachtwein mar ik bin allinich lykas post lykwols (Uh-Oh, UH-OH)
Rop Malone en fertel him dat ik Goin 'Post is (BRR)
Dizze teiken rappine 'Like My Blooper Roll (UH-Oh, UH-OH)
Desert Eagle As jo Nigga Actin 'Super Bold
(Krige se, krige se, krige se) krige se lykas "uh-oh"
Gun fingers lykas Niggas dogge de Bogle
Ya fuckin 'bozo
Dat .40 kal in make 'em Dance as in go-go
Super Fakks, dat is wurd oan super kat
Wy ah rude gyal jeugd en wy Nuh tek werom Wy petearje
Feroarsaakje teefkes koene net yn myn crocs koene rinne, dat is Wurd oan Dundee
Gewoan in bondel fan loftkoppen lykas kelly bundy
Man, dizze teefkes sa stadich, minske, se stadiger dan sloths (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Seishûndert hynder, hoe't jo de baas fange?
Fongen 'em mei se hân út, tryna fange de saus fange (uh-oh, uh-oh)
Thierry Mugler Flow Tryna Cut The Doek
Sjoch it ferskil is dat ik bedriuwen rinne (UH-Oh, UH-OH)
As ik jo net ynsette, dan wat jo bedriuw is?
Ik sil personiel oprolje, lykas wat it bedriuw is? (Uh-Oh, UH-OH)
Oh, jo wite net dat myn niggas tsjûgen fermoarde?
[Koarus: Nicki Minaj]
Minne Gyal Die-Die-Die
Hûndert rondes op dat, Grrah-ta-ta
Echte ien lek in skot-ta-ta
Se my lil 'vibe, myn lil' Ah-Ah-ah
Min gyal rinne net fan gjinien, lykas ah
Rude jonge wol my oan it oanrekking op syn lichem, lykas yah
Jonge affi dea as hy my ea is
Jo wite wat te dwaan as hy my ea misse, ja
[Outro: Lumidee]
As jo wolle dat ik bliuwe
Ik sil noait fuortgean
As jo wolle dat ik bliuwe
Wy sille altyd wêze
As jo wolle dat ik bliuwe
Ik sil noait fuortgean
As jo wolle dat ik bliuwe
Leafde einleaze
As jo wolle dat ik bliuwe