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

Download another hot clean free mp3 audio song lyrics meaning by Nicki Minaj and this music is titled “Only ft Drake, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of his old trended album which is titled ‘The Pinkprint’ which was released in the year “2014”.

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LYRICS

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake

All my life, man, fuck’s sake

If I did I menage 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 set up for a punchline on duct tape

Worried bout if my butt fake

Worried ’bout y’all niggas, us straight

These girls are my sons, John and 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 an update

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

Fuck with them real niggas who don’t tell niggas what they up to

Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is

These hoes couldn’t test me even if their name was pop quiz

Bad bitches who I fuck with, 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 seasonin’

And tell ’em, bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson

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

I never fucked Nicki ’cause she got a man

But when that’s over then I’m the 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 LA 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 may be 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, yeha

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 everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable

Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire 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, and 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)

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

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 actin’ like she need dick in her life

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

I piss greatness like gold is yellow

All my goons so overzealous

I’m from Hollygroove, 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 wave

They bet’ not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard

My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade

Don’t have my money? I take mothers instead

You got the hickups, 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, messed 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

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”

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