Songs Lyrics: Nicki Minaj

Silly

Holiday season, ay

Holiday season

Trapaholics, aha, yeah, yeah, listen, ok

I'm a dime, you a nickel-ette, light skinned-ed pigment

Write my own shit, ya'll copyrighting infringement

I eat these rap bitches, somebody get me a dinner mint

Pussy make him tattoo my name, up on his ligament

Fuck wrong with them, my nerves they keep tweakin'

Tell them I'm the chief, I'm runnin' with Mohikans

Tell them this is church, and tell them I am the deacon

Tell them that I'm Black, Chinese and Butter Pecan

Pull up in the Range, I'm givin' them more reasons

Hit up Lil' Wayne, while I'm in the 4 Seasons

Tell Gudda, Mack and Kid Kid I'm here

I'm colder than a cough, I'm wetter than swimwear

Got all these little bitches, g-gettin' p-pink hair

I'm pretty and I'm fly, I'm up in the pink Lear

I needed an assistant, I got me a pink queer

Decorated his office, with flowers and pink chairs (chairs)

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