Nicki Minaj - Roman's Revenge 2.0 (feat. Lil Wayne) | Текст песни

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• Nicki Minaj
• Roman's Revenge 2.0 (feat. Lil Wayne)

I am not Jasmine, I’m Aladdin
So far ahead, these bums is laggin’
See me in that new thing, bums is gaggin’
I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
I’m startin’ to feel like a dungeon dragon
Look at my show footage, how these girls be spazzin’
So f--k I look like gettin’ back to a has-been?
Yeah, I said it, has-been
Hang it up, flatscreen
(Haha) Plasma
Hey Nicki, hey Nicki, asthma
I got the pumps, it ain’t got medicine
I got bars, Xenocin
I’m a bad bit*h, I’m a c--t
And I’ll kick that hoe, punt
Forced trauma, blunt
You play the back, bit*h, I’m in the front
You need a job, this ain’t cuttin’ it
Nicki Minaj is who you ain’t f----n’ with
You li’l brag a lot, I beat you with a pad-a-lock
I am a movie, camera block
You outta work, I know it’s tough
But enough is enough

Raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon

Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Raah, raah, raah, like a dungeon dragon
Like a dungeon dragon, like a dungeon dragon
(Nicki Minaj)

(I-I-I-I-Is) Is this the thanks that I get for puttin’ you bit*hes on?
Is it my fault that all of you bit*hes gone?
Shoulda sent a thank-you note, you little ho
Now I’ma wrap your coffin with a bow
(Ni-ni-ni) “Nicki, she’s just mad ’cause you took the spot”
Word, that bit*h mad ’cause I took the spot?
Well, bit*h, if you ain’t shittin’, then get off the pot
Got some ***** out in Brooklyn that’ll off your top
I-I-I-I hear them mumblin’, I hear the cacklin’
I got ‘em scared, shook, panickin’
Overseas, church, Vatican
You at a stand, still, mannequin
You wanna sleep on me? Overnight?
I’m the motherfuckin’ boss, overwrite
And when I pull up, vroom, motorbike
Now all my ***** gettin’ bucked, overbite
I see them dusty-a-s Filas, Levi’s
Raggedy-a-s, holes in your knee-highs
I call the play, now do you see why?
These bit*hes callin’ me Manning, Eli
(Manning, Eli!) Ma, ma-ma-ma-ma, Manning, Eli
These bit*hes c