Adopted by Nicki Minaj

Chapter 21: Black Barbies

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NICKI. Just a SONG CHAPTER. Press Play, and sing along like your at a real Nicki Minaj Concert! Vote & Comment what songs you'd like for her to perform in more upcoming chapters.

***Nicki P.O.V***

"Whats Good Hollywood!" I scream into the mic, as the whole crowd screams. 

"I said, WHATS GOOD HOLLYWOOOOOD!" I screamed into the mic. 

I speak while no beat is playing "Black Barbies in the city. Fat Ass, and Pretty Titties, Get dummies for they money." 

The beat to Black Beatles comes on. 

"You sent flowers but I wish I didn't recieve 'em. All your lies I wish I didn't believe 'em."

I walk across the stage as the crowd sings along. 

"That boy is a real pussy pleaser! All that fetty but he never met Masika. Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker. El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica." 

I point the mic to the crowd as they scream "Young Girls always looking for a soulmate"

I pick back up. 

"But I shoulda listened to what momma told me. "

I stand still. "Furry Moon Boots. Shades Dita. Too high to give a shit about PETA."

"Sativa so strong I'm not blinking. What in the world was I thinking?" I point the mic to the crowd. 

"New day, new money to be made" They scream. 

"New things for them to imitate."

"I'm a fucking black barbie! Pretty Face, a Perfect Body! Pink seats in my 'Rari. I always fuck him like I'm sorry. Who da fuck is gon' protect If I really gotta check her? Peter Piper picked a pepper, and my cake is triple decker." I say walking down the aisle. 

"No flex zone! No flex zone! No no no no. No no no no."

"I see these silly nigga's flexng, it's a no zone."

"You gon' be floatin in dem rivers like you know Joan."

"Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home."

"Still pull up with my wrist lookin' like a snowcone."

"She said she got a hit record, I said 'Oooh Shit!'"

"Picked up my phone cause I had to call 'Bullshit!'"

"These bitches havin' nightmares of my new shit!" 

"These bitches pussy, and they don't ever do shit."

"Haha get it? Douche-..? Hahahahaha!" I start cracking up in the mic. 

"Half a Mili on the Mayback Pullman, bought it."

"Now I'm prayin' all my foreigns don't get deported."

"Nigga's love me so much they be sendin' me gifts."

"And these clown niggas actin'. I'mma send em' some skits."

"Bitches can't rap for shit, I'mma send em some tips."

"These bitches is my sons, should be suckin my tits."

I stop walking. "Oh no no no no. Yeah. Oh no no no no."

The music stops.

"Now usually I don't do this, I'm Popeye, she's Brutus."

"All my niggas draw but none of them cartoonists."

"Usually I'm the baddest. Usually I'm the cutest."

"Usually I'm the flyest. Usually your the stewardess."

"We ain't playing ball but usually it's some shooters." 

"Are these bitches drunk? These bitches ain't lucid."

"Go against the queen, your career will be elusive."

"Where your plaques at? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ."

"Bitches ass-back, they was never in my tax break."

The music comes back on and I start walking back to the main stage.

"Yeah, no no no no. Yeah. No no no no."

"Meek Mill is a real pussy pleaser! All that fetty but he never met Masika. Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker. Probation so we keep in on the sea floor. Young girls always looking for a soulmate. But I shoulda listened to what momma told me."

"Furry Moon Boots." "Shades Dita."

"Too high to give a shit about PETA!" 

***Vier P.O.V***