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[Hook: Ciara] [x2]
I’m the shit with no makeup
Don’t have to curl my hair up
All this booty here, mine
I’m a dollar worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up and say
“I know I’m cute I know I’m fly. You ask me why? Cause I’m legit!”

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Treat em' like they stole some
Beat em' like they stole some
All this booty here got 'em dreamin'
Lemme hold some
Let me, let me
Hear that boy
Let me, let me
Wear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car, and let me steer that boy
Real big pretty-titty, shut down every city
If you want the kid kitty, gotta get the key from me
All new everything, plus pay the rent for me
If we in the wheel, then its niggas pitchin' tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me
Get me bodied, long hair no make-up doing palatis
Most niggas don't step on my damn Zanottis
All them bitches my sons but who's the Daddy?
I graduate with honors
I ball, 'Nead O'Connor
I did a freestyle, then I got a shoutout from Oba-mer
Yes, yes, I am ill
I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons
Birth control, I am on the pill
What I gotta do? What I gotta do to 'em?
Step up in the club, everybody like who them?
Girls girls, me and my girls
What you done did?
I need some referrals
Motherfuckers know I’m the shit, legit
And if a motherfucker don’t he can suck my dick
I tell em', "Everybody else is my opposite!"
I put 'em on the game, give 'em five percent

[Hook: Ciara] [x2]

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I’m like really famous
I got a famous anus
No, not famous Amos
All this fame is heinous
Lemme, lemme
Hear that boy
Lemme, lemme
Wear that boy
All this money comin' in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick, No lashes though
But I got a real big ol' ratchet do'
I said dude, yo dude, you packin' do'
He said he want a good box like Pacquaio
I said, "Well, my name Nicki and it’s nice to meet you."
If you really wanna know, I’ll give you my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we lookin' for some ballers, Alopeshia
I hate wack niggas
I should really slap niggas
These niggas trippin' when I put 'em on the map niggas
How you gon' break fly?
How you gon' fake die?
Ain't at no wedding but all my girl's cake, ha
Sleepin on me, no mattress tho
I'm a burn the beat down, no matches though
No they can’t keep up? They molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch, with the cashes flow
Lookin' at me like it’s my fault
Tryna take sneak pictures with they iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that’s what young Harriet died for

[Hook: Ciara] [x2]

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