Kunci Chord Gitar Nicky Minaj Feat Drake, Li Wayne, Chris Brown - Only
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Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
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If I did I menage with 'em and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
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My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape
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Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape
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Worried 'bout if my butt's fake
Worry 'bout yall niggas, us straight
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These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
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When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
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Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
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Hut one, hut two, big bitties, big butt too
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Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to
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Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
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These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz
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Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck with
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I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
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Let it soak in like seasonin'
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And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson
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Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's over then I'm first in line
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And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
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We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
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She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
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Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
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Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
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I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly
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I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
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Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
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Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
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Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
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Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
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The NBA players fuck with you
The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
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Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
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And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck
Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I never fucked Nicki and that's fucked up
If I did fuck she'd be fucked up
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
That's another story, I'm no story teller
I piss greatness like gold is yellow
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Calender say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave
They bet not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? I take mothers instead
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
This is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Blood gang take the B out behavior, my nigga
Fucking for reals if you mouth off I blow your face off
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Now you see me, now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 ward bully with 17 bullets
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
My story is how I went from poor me
To police pour me a drink and celebrate with me
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
Outro:
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Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
If I did I menage with 'em and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Worried 'bout if my butt's fake
Worry 'bout yall niggas, us straight
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Hut one, hut two, big bitties, big butt too
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck with
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Let it soak in like seasonin'
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's over then I'm first in line
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
The NBA players fuck with you
The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck
Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I never fucked Nicki and that's fucked up
If I did fuck she'd be fucked up
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
That's another story, I'm no story teller
I piss greatness like gold is yellow
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Calender say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave
They bet not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? I take mothers instead
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
This is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Blood gang take the B out behavior, my nigga
Fucking for reals if you mouth off I blow your face off
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Now you see me, now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 ward bully with 17 bullets
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
My story is how I went from poor me
To police pour me a drink and celebrate with me
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
G#m-Bm-Cm-Bm
I got my real niggas here by my side, only
Outro:
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