Nicki Minaj's The Pinkprint (Deluxe) Lyrics

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[Nicki]
Yo, I never f**ked Wayne, I never f**ked drake
All my life man f**k sake
If I did I ménage wit em' and let em' eat my a$$ like a cupcake
My man full he just ate
I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah that was a setup for a punch line on duct tape
Worry bout if my butt fake, worry bout y'all n**gas us straight
These girls are my sons
John & Kate plus eight
When I walk in sit up straight, I don't give a f**k if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of a update
Hut-hut 1, Hut-hut 2
Big titties big butt too
f**k with them real niggas
Who don't tell n**gas what they up to
Had to show b**ches where the top is
Ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me even if they was pop quiz
Bad b**ches who I f**k with, mad b**ches we don't f**k with
I don't f**k with them chickens unless they las name is cutlet
Let it soak it like seasonin' and tell em b**ches blow me Lance Stephenson

[Chris]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth if July
Nothin but bad b**ches in here tonight
Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothin but real n**gas only, bad b**ches only, rich n**gas only, independent b**ches only, boss n**gas only, thick b**ches only
I got my real n**gas here by my side, only

[Drake]
I never f**ked Nicki cuz she got a man but when that's over then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach I thought god damn, this was the perfect time
We had just come from that video
you know L.A. traffic how the city slow
She was sittin down on that big butt
But I was still starin' at the titties though
Yeah low key, it may be high key I been peeped that you liked me, you know
Who the f**k you really want to be with besides me, I mean it doesn't take much for us to do this s**t quietly
I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that's right I like my girls BBW
Yeah type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
A$$ on Houston, Texas but the face look just like Claire Huxtable
Oh, yeah you the man in the city when mayor f**k with you
The NBA players f**k with you
The bad a$$ b**ches doing makeup and hair f**k with you
Oh, that's cuz I believe in something I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever trynna fuck just give me the heads-up so I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, aye)

[Chris]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth if July
Nothin but bad b**ches in here tonight
Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothin but real n**gas only, bad b**ches only, rich n**gas only, independent b**ches only, boss n**gas only, thick b**ches only
I got my real n**gas here by my side, only

[Lil Wayne]
I never f**ked Nic, and that's f**cked up
If I did f**k, she'd be f**ked up
Whoever is hittin, ain't hittin it right cuz she act like she need d**k in her life
That's another story, I'm no storyteller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake but I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will be a b**ch up I she wave
They bet' not f**k with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright,I take cover for shade
Don't have my money, take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp boy, treat beef like sirloin
I'm talkin bout runnin in houses with army guns, so think about your sons and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinking bout your sons and daughters rooms
This is s**t crazy my n**ga, I mean crazy my n**ga
That money talk, I just rephrase it my n**ga
Blood hand take the B out behavior my n**ga
For reals, if you mouth off I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off
N**ga now you see me, n**ga now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx actin like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 ward bully with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from poor me to Police pour me a drink and celebrate with me

[Chris]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth if July
Nothin but bad b**ches in here tonight
Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothin but real n**gas only, bad b**ches only, rich n**gas only, independent b**ches only, boss n**gas only, thick b**ches only
I got my real n**gas here by my side, only