Video Only Feat Drake Lil Wayne Chris Brown de Nicki Minaj 2024 Cristiana Lyrics

Nicki Minaj - Only Feat Drake Lil Wayne Chris Brown Lyrics

[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
All my life man, fuck's sake
If I did, I'd a mènage with 'em
And let him eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate
I don't duck nobody but tape
Yea, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape
Worried bout if my butt fake
Worried 'bout y'all niggas us straight
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea of an update
Hut 1, hut two, big titties, big butt too
Fuck with them real niggas
Who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is
Ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me
Even if the name was pop quiz
Bad bitches who I fuck with
Mad bitches we don't fuck with
I don't fuck with them chickens
Unless they last name was cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin'
And tell 'em bitch blow me, Lance Stephenson

[Chris Brown]
Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Riches niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Drake]
I never fucked Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's over I'm the first in line
And the other day in her Maybach I thought God damn
This is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know La traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
I been peeped that you like me you know
Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me
I mean it doesn't take much for us
To do this shit quietly, I mean
She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
That's right I like my girls Bbw
Type to wanna suck you dry
And then eat some lunch with you
So thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas
But the face look just like Claire Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city
When the mayor fuck with you
The Nba players fuck with you
The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you
Oh, that's cause I believe in something not staying for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck
Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, aye!)

[Chris Brown]
Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Riches niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only

[Lil' Wayne]
I never fucked Nicki and that's fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up
Whoever is hittin'
Ain't hittin' it right
Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life
That's another story, I'm no story teller
I piss greatness like gold and jello
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca
Calender say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake
But I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave
Baby and I fucked with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? I 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 son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms
This is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
Blood gang take the B, I'll behead ya, my nigga
Fucking for reals if you mouth off
I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off
Nigga now you see me, nigga now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx acting 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 Brown]
Raise your bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of july
Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only
Riches niggas only, independent bitches only
Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
I got my real niggas here by my side, only