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On the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter O-o-o-on the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga I-I-I run around with them real niggas Roll up on ya R-r-roll up on ya, roll up on ya Yo, yo (R-r-r-r-roll up on ya) [Nicki Minaj:] E-e-eight mil' on that new thing Tied up like my shoe string Ain't fuckin' wit' you bitch niggas and that's real rap, but I do sing Make room when I come by Ain't speakin', I'm dumb high Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one dies 'Cause them dudes out and them tools out All sixes like school's out Niggas know if they talk slick That I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out 'Cause-'cause-'cause-'cause them dudes out and them tools out All sixes like school's out Niggas know if they talk slick That I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out (Uh) Th-th-th-this shit ain't regular rich (Uh) So they end up in a ditch (Uh) I'm not a regular bitch So when niggas see me, they jump on my dick (Uh) He not a regular shooter (Uh) So when you see me, salute her (Uh) Ain't got a knife in my hand But I'm choppin' it up with some niggas from Cuba (Uh) [Nicki Minaj & Yung Berg:] On the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter O-o-o-on the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga I-I-I run around with them real niggas Roll up on ya R-r-roll up on ya, roll up on ya R-r-r-r-roll up on ya (Yo) [Nicki Minaj:] A-a-ask Jay who he married Eighty thousand in Paris Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie got 'em aggy These-these bitches is light-weight I-I'm always at fight-weight Wrist game is on ice skate 'Cause we move work through that Tri-State 'Cause them boys out and them toys out Still bangin' that noise out You could get it in the wintertime Or that May weather like Floyd's out 'Cause them boys out and them toys out Still bangin' that noise out You-you could get it in the wintertime Or that May weather like Floyd's out (Uh) A-a-a-all of these bitches in pocket (Uh) I'm 'bout to make a deposit (Uh) Tell 'em to go 'head and gossip As long as your house is the size of my closet (Uh) Anybody I call, they picks up (Uh) Even if they was gettin' they dick sucked (Uh) These niggas don't make a mix-up Tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up Tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up Tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up [Nicki Minaj & Yung Berg:] On the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter When I leave niggas, they get real bitter O-o-o-on the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga I-I-I run around with them real niggas Roll up on ya R-r-roll up on ya, roll up on ya R-r-r-r-roll up on ya [Nicki Minaj:] When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai When we bang, bye, p-p-p-pop pills, now we Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai W-w-w-when we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh W-w-w-when we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh

Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me Every time I come and fuck with you You make up all the rules You ought to do it Just because our car's moving Are you in my fucking corner for real? Or, are you plotting to kill? I tell you just how I feel, feel But you never hear Oh, why you take it like that? Now you wanna leave and never come back I don't control you, I ain't never say that Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me Every time I try to fuck with you Nothing ain't ever enough for you And I had all this hope for you But all you do is open wounds I could be fucking with them other niggas And no you ain't them other niggas I don't fuck with a lot of bitches Just my real bitches Why you keep talking about it? You keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off I ain't finna lie, no I ain't finna lie like it was just his fault But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, oohwee, that's his loss, young nigga Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me

We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid And even with all your bars you couldn't text the kid I got a pool that I never even swam in Airports that you bitches never land in They be like, "What you doing Nicki?" Branding Suck a cockpit prepare for landing I'm branding, I ain't talking about Presley I keep a sniper, I ain't talking about Wesley Why these bitches so pressed B? Open my trunk, all I gotta do is press B I'ma violate your asses like Chris Stokes I'm in Saint Tropez on a big boat On my way to make a billi' like a big goat Pull my dick out 'case you bitches get a slick throat We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher Want another round? Well, then get the ref Got the clothing line popping and the wigs is next When I fly, you know G5 is the jet I'm the motherfucking Queen 'lizabeth Meetings with the president of every network That is what the fuck I call how to network My net worth, that net works Keep my shooters out in Brooklyn where the Nets work Chilling with executives Check the charts, all my winnings are consecutive Trillion dollar deficit But y'all don't hear me though All you bitches deaf as shit Bitches ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also Sell out shows out in Norway, Oslo This is the Re-Up better cop it while the cost low Flow's sick, I'll slap a patient I'm checking these bitches like an application 'Cause these bitches trippin' no navigation So it's off with your head decapitation S-s-send 'em up in flames like a fireman I do the hiring and I do the firing That boss shit that you talk, I live it And I'm calling a travel If you don't stay on your pivot, bitches We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher Going up in flames Going up in flames

I love this beat so much

I drove for miles just to find you and find myself All these screams, all these voices in my head You gave me strength, gave me hope for a lifetime I never was satisfied This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up Givin' up Givin' up Givin' up It's not your fault, I'm a bitch, I'm a monster Yes, I'm a beast, and I feast when I conquer But I'm alone on my throne, all these riches I came this way, all this way just to say, ayy This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time, won't you save me? This time, won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up Givin' up Givin' up Givin' up I'm givin' up baby, yes I'm givin' up, baby It feels like I've been drivin' for miles (Yeah) I'm givin' up, baby And I can't seem to silence these voices in my head (Yeah) This time, won't you save me? Come save me This time, won't you save me? Come save me This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up, givin' up This time won't you save me? This time won't you save me? Baby, I can feel myself givin' up (Givin' up) Givin' up

KATSEYE 'My Way' Lyrics & Meaning | Genius Verified [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] How could it be, little me Had the power to be the best B in the league Yeah, inevitably, but could it be little me? You was heckling me, now it's monotony winning regularly, yo I catch rec on recreation, so I exceed all your expectations Bitches ain't got it in 'em, I kill 'em and then I skin 'em The contract was signed, but I am the addendum So-so where my dawgs at, Randy Ma-ma-matter fact, get off my dick, bitch, Andy 'Ca-'ca-'ca-'ca-'ca-'cause everything is fine and dandy Go against me now, I dare you, Bambi Half a million dollars just to upgrade the car show I ain't even detonate the bombs in the arsenal Before the storm comes the calm Hope you can take the heat like LeBron Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah I'm the best now Anybody with some money should invest now Soccer moms need to organize a pep rall' Your game over, bitch, Gatorade, wet towel Mothafuckers ain't ready, they never been As long as I am in the game, you'll never win I'm on that different type of high, heroin Put on my cape and hit the sky, heroine [Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Kanye West] I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Feels like I'm blazin') I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' (Uh) I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Yeah, uh) [Verse 2: Kanye West] This is the moment, grab your Kodak While I'm flying with a flow that is The greatest throwback since that Nolan Ryan And the days been crazy and the nights even wilder And the lights even brighter, baby, stand next to my fire Only higher is Messiah or notes from Mariah 'Rari six hundred horses, that's my chariot of fire Where we flyin', they can't find us, all them broke days behind us I just took your whole life and redesigned it, uh I think I'm Marc Jacobs, I think I'm Lagerfeld I think without makeup, you still bad as hell I'ma grab your waist, then I'ma grab your face and Then I'ma taste it, then I'ma blaze it Hello all my bad girls, this just in Yeezy hurt the beat like he fucked her best friend And she let him back in, and he just did it again He crazy, he blazin', he off the deep end I'm blazin', I'm flagrant, I'm crazy, I'm sayin' Too much for the world so they abbreviate him His past is her fave, his stats is amaze Her dress is just perf, uh, Prada colored beige It's obvi we the ish and I'm rolling with my Brits So real, you so trill, baby, everything legit How you feel? They say we crazed 'cause our styles so diff' They'll be jeal' when we in the mag lookin' magnif' As if I ain't used Magnums on your favorite bad bitch Fuck these background niggas, I was tryna ad-lib Add this, we blazin', Nicki, what you think? I got two White Russians, but we also need some drinks [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Feels like I'm blazin') I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' [Bridge] It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' It feels like I'm blazin', blazin', blazin' [Chorus: Nicki Minaj] I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' (Feels like I'm blazin') I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin' I fly, I fly high, I'm blazin' I'm blazin', feels like I'm blazin'

1:32

This sound like when I walk in the gateway to heaven I see old friends in the past

NICKI PLS DONT SUE ME

Bro you a blessing

lol I still listen to the beat itself don’t even need Jeff on this on this one

Lmaoo😂

Sparks flew deep in Zion

I prayed for miles hearing voices those in my mind

Punch line queen, no boxer though Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster though Tell a hater, "yo, don't you got cocks to blow?" Tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho Shoulda said I got five and a possible Don't go against Nicki, impossible I done came through with my wrist on popsicle Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, nigga Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel Diamond watches and a gold chain Can't make my frown turn around The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Bone it, own it, yeah, yeah Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it Get that money, yeah, yeah You get high, fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight Bald head pussy got lots of juice Lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes Watch the deuce Man I'm stingy with my kitty cat, daddy Did you ever really love me, Steebie? Rrr, pull up in the brrr Wrist on brrr, pussy on prrr-rrr I don't even brake when I'm backing up I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up I done pushed more sixes than a play date Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga Your bossed up swag got 'em drooling like a new born babe The dollars in they eyes got 'em blinded by a Masquerade The Boys always spending all their money on love The Boys always spending all their money on love They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it Bone it, own it, yeah, yeah Dollar, dollar, paper, chase it Get that money, yeah, yeah You get high, fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts Girls is my sons, carried them for eights months And yes, you're premature, Young Money to the core I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour Oh, that's your new girl, that's that mid-grade Buck-fifty on your face with the switch blade Or the razor, yeah, the razor She my son, yeah, but I ain't raise her Goose me, hater, I get that loose leaf paper Them V-Necks be studded out, T-Rex be gutted out Told 'em Nicki be chilling them, I'mma keep hurting they feelings Because you'll never be Jordan, you couldn't even be Pippen You couldn't even be tripping, you can't afford a vacation I'm out in Haiti with Haitians, I go to Asia with Asians You mad dusty, you a lil' dusty possum I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom You get high, fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight You get high, fuck a bunch of girls And then cry on top of the world I hope you have the time of your life I hope I don't lose it tonight The boys always spending all their money on love The boys always spending all their money on love (uh-huh) The boys always spending all their money on love (Pretty Gang, Young Money) The boys always spending all their money on love (Cassie)

That piano 0:21 🔥

Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor Hit me on the celly, watching Belly God's son, I can see they study Makaveli Peanut butter Benz, got them jelly at the deli If you feeling like a ninja, I got a machete Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I'm fucking heavy I'ma fuck around and have them looking like spaghetti I say some shit, he be like, "Yo, you so legendary" But he can tell just by my face he ain't getting any, kyuh! Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner It's just me and Young Yucka, taking suckers For they money and they whips, putting kitten on lips Dividing them dividends, get the money and dip Keys to the nigga's safe, put it under my t- He got ki's of that raw, it could fit in the six Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, nigga Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy These civilians What up nigga? Excuse my millions I'm in the V like a widow's peak It's just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats Why they staring at me? I brung McLaren with me Yo, matter of fact, I think I'ma bring Donna Karan with me And you my son, I 'on't know, it's just the parent in me I am the best, I am the queen, it's so apparent in me I'm in hollywood with Shia Labeouf Most of you rappers ain't eating, that diet is rough You want some hot shit? Send that wire to us I make them change their name to Diddy, retire the puff I'm getting acting money You niggas is Kevin Hart, y'all be acting funny I'ma a keep a linebacker, tell 'em tackle for me Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me Cock back, red octagon, stop that Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy Plenty more for you, boy We in the funky four door, no floor He was serving that raw, oh boy She was making that noise, oh boy

Thank you ❤

NOW THIS IS WHAT I WAS LOOKING FOR! THANK YOU 🙏🏼

Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me Every time I come and fuck with you You make up all the rules You ought to do it Just because our car's moving Are you in my fucking corner for real? Or, are you plotting to kill? I tell you just how I feel, feel But you never hear Oh, why you take it like that? Now you wanna leave and never come back I don't control you, I ain't never say that Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me Every time I try to fuck with you Nothing ain't ever enough for you And I had all this hope for you But all you do is open wounds I could be fucking with them other niggas And no you ain't them other niggas I don't fuck with a lot of bitches Just my real bitches Why you keep talking about it? You keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off I ain't finna lie, no I ain't finna lie like it was just his fault But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, oohwee, that's his loss, young nigga Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me Put you in a room You ain't gotta leave You ain't gotta leave But you can't sleep with me

Love the song

i would pay to see thugger recording this

0:20 The Start

0:08

I want to hear her real voice without the auto-tune

I be searching for minute Looking for someone that’s different Worth me trying a commitment And not look like I’m selling On some simp shit I need a companion for my friendship Worth more then anything I ever been with

Does anybody know how to do that sound effect at 0:57, 1:03, and 1:07? On garage band?

~🦾⚡💫🏆🏆💰🏆💫🦾

beautiful ass beat

~🦾👑👑⚡🏆💰💰⚡⚡🦾

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0:56

0:58

My anaconda don’t My anaconda don’t My anaconda don’t want none Unless you got buns, hon Boy-toy named Troy used to live in Detroit Big dope dealer money, he was getting some coins Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace B-bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish Now that’s real, real, real Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill Who wanna go first? I had them pushing daffodils I’m high as hell, I only took a half a pill I’m on some dumb shit By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain’t missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill He keep telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal Say he don’t like ‘em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag and I hit him with the jab like My anaconda don’t My anaconda don’t My anaconda don’t want none Unless you got buns, hon Oh my Gosh, look at her butt Oh my Gosh, look at her butt Oh my Gosh, look at her butt (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look at her butt This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles Dick bigger than a tower, I ain’t talking about Eiffel’s Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil Now that bang, bang, bang I let him hit it ‘cause he slang cocaine He toss my salad like his name Romaine And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain I’m on some dumb shit By the way, what he say? He can tell I ain’t missing no meals Come through and fuck him in my automobile Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill He keep telling me it’s real, that he love my sex appeal Say he don’t like ‘em boney, he want something he can grab So I pulled up in the Jag, Mayweather with the jab like My anaconda don’t My anaconda don’t My anaconda don’t want none Unless you got buns, hon Oh my Gosh, look at her butt Oh my Gosh, look at her butt Oh my Gosh, look at her butt (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look at her butt Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back Little in the middle but she got much back (Oh my God, look at her butt) My anaconda don’t My anaconda don’t My anaconda don’t want none Unless you got buns, hon D-d-don’t My anaconda don’t Don’t want none Unless you got buns, hon Oh my Gosh, look at her butt Oh my Gosh, look at her butt Oh my Gosh, look at her butt (Look at her butt) Look at, look at, look at Look at her butt Yeah, he love this fat ass Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass In the fucking club I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club? Fuck the skinny bitches Fuck the skinny bitches in the club I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches In the motherfucking club Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what? Yeah Yeah, I got a big fat ass Come on

0:17

[Verse 1] It was back in '07, did a couple of tapes Did a couple DVDs, made a couple mistakes Didn't know what I was doing, but I put on a cape Now it's, "Which world tour should I go on today?" See, you told me I would lose, but I won I might cop a million Jimmy Choos just for fun 'Cause bitches couldn't take what was in me, Australia, Sydney Might run up in Disney, out in LA with Lindsay Got the eye of the tiger, the Lion of Judah Now it's me and my time, it's just me in my prime Everything I tried to teach 'em, they gon' see it in time Tell 'em bitches get a stick, I'm done leadin' the blind Got two shows tonight, that's Brooklyn and Dallas Then a private party at the Buckingham Palace Which means I gotta fly like a movie, no commercial That's Young Money, Cash Money, yeah, I'm Universal Angelo Mota 'all good' (Live Performance) | Genius Open Mic [Chorus] I hear they comin' for me Because the top is lonely What the fuck they gon' say? What the fuck they gon' say? I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best, best, best, best I'm the best, best, best, best I'm the best [Verse 2] I remember when I couldn't buy my mother a couch Now I'm sitting at the closing, bought my mother a house You could never understand why I grind like I do Micaiah and Jelani why I grind like I do 'Cause even when my daddy was on crack, I was crack Now the whole album crack, you ain't gotta skip a track I ain't gotta get a plaque, I ain't gotta get awards I just walk up out the door, all the girls will applaud All the girls will commend as long as they understand That I'm fighting for the girls that never thought they could win 'Cause before they could begin, you told 'em it was the end But I am here to reverse the curse that they live in Got two bones to pick, I'ma only choose one You might get addressed on the second album Which means you can breathe 'til I motherfucking say so To all my bad bitches, I could see your halo [Chorus] I hear they comin' for me Because the top is lonely What the fuck they gon' say? What the fuck they gon' say? I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best, best, best, best I'm the best, best, best, best I'm the best [Bridge] It's okay, it's okay Long as you know, long as you know Long as you motherfuckers know I'm the best, best, best, best, best, best [Chorus] I hear they comin' for me (I hope they comin' for me) Because the top is lonely ('Cause the top is lonely) What the fuck they gon' say? (What they gon' say?) What the fuck they gon' say? (What they gon' say?) I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best bitch doing it, doing it I'm the best, best, best, best (I'm the best) I'm the best, best, best, best (I'm the best) I'm the best

This beat on another level

2:26 and 2:48

Never waste your time, never let you go Talk down, back-to-back, you're the best I know Oh yeah, you dey blow my mind Blow my mind, blow my mind For your love, I go change my life Change my life, change my life (yeah) Ye gba, come here do your dance make I spend ego Dutty whine, dutty whine for me nice and slow So many nights I dey wait for my time To get you all alone for one night You do me somethin' no lie I go mad for your touch I want to do you whatever you want Freaky, freaky for you Show me what you're into Girl, you just dey blow my, blow my mind Blow my mind (yeah, yeah) Your body dey blow my, blow my mind Blow my mind Girl, you just dey blow my, blow my mind Blow my mind Your body dey blow my, blow my mind Blow my mind Yeah, yeah ('fore you go, I go) Yeah, yeah ('fore you go, I go) Ah, ah (we go rendezvous) Ah, ah (make we rendezvous) Ah, ah (we go rendezvous) Ah, ah (make we rendezvous) When I drink from your water, give me a cup I ain't just wanna sip I'm tryna steal your love, I'm guilty of it I don't give a shit About who tellin' all our business when I'm killin' it, when I'm feelin it Kissin' and it turn into an animal (whoa) Yeah yeah, girl, I fuck with a attitude Angry and you're dangerous It don't matter, no 'Cause your body controllin' me It don't matter, no And I know you see the same vision Nobody gon' change how we livin' Nobody gon' change how I feel about you I want to do you, whatever you want Freaky, freaky for you Show me what you're into, ooh Girl, you just dey blow my, blow my mind Blow my mind (yeah, yeah) Your body dey blow my, blow my mind Blow my mind (blow my mind) Girl, you just dey blow my, blow my mind (you, you, you, you) Blow my mind (you, you, you, you) Your body dey blow my, blow my mind Blow my mind (blow my mind) Yeah, yeah ('fore you go, I go) Yeah, yeah ('fore you go, I go) Ah, ah (we go rendezvous) Ah, ah (make we rendezvous) Ah, ah (we go rendezvous) Ah (yeah), ah (make we rendezvous)

Why is it that you could only see the worst in me? I swear, sometimes, it feel like it nurtures me But to keep it all real, it's kinda hurtin' me I could say I'm done with it, but it lurks in me So I'ma just tell myself that it works for me Take a real long drive in the Mercedes And I might pop a couple of them Percoce's Yeah, that'll make me transform to Hercules I am who I am I am, woo Here I am, here I am So take me as I am Here I am, here I am So take me as I am Here I am, here I am So take me as I am I am who I am I am, woo I swear to God, man, everything in life is old And the only thing that changed is the price of gold Even in the afterlife, I'ma fight your soul 'Cause the second time around, I'll be twice as bold So do you take me to be who I am? To have and to hold, 'til death do us part? 'Cause if not, it's just best we both part 'Cause how am I supposed to finish what you start? You got me thinkin' twice to just breathe (I am) Then you say I won't survive if I leave (who I am) But I got a couple of tricks up my sleeve (ah) I no longer need your attention, at ease It's a joke, it's a game Why am I still keeping score? I'm in pain, I'm ashamed I'm a woman, hear me roar It's a joke, it's a game Why am I still keeping score? I'm in pain, I'm ashamed I'm a woman, hear me roar Now it's a joke, it's a game Why am I still keeping score? I'm in pain, I'm ashamed I'm a woman, hear me roar It's a joke, it's a game Why am I still keeping score? I'm in pain, I'm ashamed I'm a woman, hear me roar Here I am, here I am So take me as I am

0:49

On the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga, I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter, when I leave niggas, they get real bitter On the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga I run around with them real niggas (some real niggas) Roll up on ya Ro-ro-roll up on ya Roll up on ya (yo) Ro-ro-ro-ro-roll up on ya (yo) Ay-ay, eight mil' on that new thing, tied up like my shoe string Ain't fuckin' wit' you bitch niggas and that's real rap, but I do sing Make room when I come by, ain't speakin', I'm dumb high Just heard niggas got jokes, it's a matter of time before one die 'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all sixes like school's out Niggas know if they talk slick, that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out 'Cause them dudes out and them tools out, all sixes like school's out Niggas know if they talk slick, that I'm winter fresh, they'll get chewed out (uh) This shit ain't regular rich (uh; rich), so they end up in a ditch (uh; ditch) I'm not a regular bitch, so when niggas see me, they jump on my dick (uh; dick) He not a regular shooter (uh; shooter), so when you see me, salute her (uh; salute her) Ain't got a knife in my hand, but I'm choppin' it up with some niggas from Cuba (uh) On the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga, I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter, when I leave niggas, they get real bitter On the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga I run around with them real niggas (some real niggas) Roll up on ya Ro-ro-roll up on ya Roll up on ya Ro-ro-ro-ro-roll up on ya (yo) A-a-ask Jay who he married, eighty thousand in Paris Stadiums with Queen B and that selfie got 'em aggy These-these bitches is light-weight, I-I'm always at fight-weight Wrist game is on ice skate, 'cause we move work through that Tri-State 'Cause them boys out and them toys out, still bangin' that noise out You could get it in the wintertime or that May weather like Floyd's out 'Cause them boys out and them toys out, still bangin' that noise out You-you could get it in the wintertime or that May weather like Floyd's out (uh) All of these bitches in pocket (uh; pocket), I'm 'bout to make a deposit (uh; deposit) Tell 'em to go 'head and gossip as long as your house is the size of my closet (uh; closet) Anybody I call, they picks up (uh), even if they was gettin' they dick sucked (uh) These niggas don't make a mix-up, tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up Tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up (tell 'em niggas go step they bricks up) On the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga, I run around with them real niggas Got real sons, I need a real sitter, when I leave niggas, they get real bitter On the real, nigga, I'm a real nigga I run around with them real niggas (some real niggas) Roll up on ya Ro-ro-roll up on ya Roll up on ya Ro-ro-ro-ro-roll up on ya When we bang, bye Pop pills, now we Shanghai When we bang, bye Pop-pop-pop pills, now we Shanghai When we bang, bye Pop-pop pills, now we Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai, Shanghai When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh (Shanghai) When we bang, bye, pop pills, now we Shanghai, kyuh

Lol

BPM?

Sza’s in the background with Bey on some lines

My favorite is when Bey is rapping under Nicki

So beautiful

🔥🔥🔥

not the clean version…