Muthaf**ka Up歌词-Nicki Minaj

Muthaf**ka Up

Nicki Minaj

Death Of Roman

Muthaf**ka Up - Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜)

YMCMB rawest niggas doing it

School for the blind

I don't see these niggas doing it

I'm doing it and doing it and doing it well

Niggas wanna test me boy who wanna fail

Hit you like a bully b**ch

Yeah saved by the bell

If you scared go to church

I'll see you in hell

And your girl she a flip

Give me heads or tails

Everybody fake so I got real for sale

Gunpowder fill the air

Rappers shittin' on theyself

You could smell the fear

And these b**ches laying flowers

Cause the king is near

T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear

Niggas softer than baby hair

Why you acting tough heard you

Work at Build-a-bear

I'm a a dealer all my girls

Come in deuce and pairs

I'm in the building I construct so

Ain't this muthaf**ker up

What the funk you beezy's want

I'm ready to hump the car

I call it ele-phunk

Trunk in the front

Man she give me good brain

Cause she feel dumb

I just keep going like the

Bunny till I feel numb

Yeah these b**ches want it

I put my man's on it

That 110 Sup' that Ferrari Caliornia

Niggas want beef call me Tony Romo

You potatoes on the sofa

Lazy muthaf**kas why you ain't even trying

Rich or die trying why you niggas ain't died yet

Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly sh*t

And I'm with the business skip peon with a ty clip

Stay on the flight yeah I'm a trip

Probably up in Paradise chillin like Parliaments

Flow got a boner you could say

I'm on some harder sh*t

Bout to make the speaker buss'

Ain't this muthaf**ker up

Ain't this muthaf**ker up

Ain't this muthaf**ker up

Ain't this muthaf**ker up

Okay really I get money

I get money like a b**ch

She ain't goin' nowhere but

I swear that b**ch a trip

You see how the diamonds get to dancing

Yeah ya money short

Get some pants and sh*t

I be with a ni**a with a big ol' dick

Yeah I like them balls you be

Shooting them bricks

F**k you in the game for

B**ch we up three zip and it's game four

Tell 'em listen couple bad b**ches's

Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and sh*t

Intervention b**ch I pay ya pension

Oh you say what I don't pay attention

Yeah these niggas want it

I put my b**ches on it

You know the tattoo's got

Nicki initials on it

I put the p**sy on 'em

Cook 'em a pot roast

Then pull off in the Ghost

B**ch I do the most

What the funk you beezy's want

It ain't your turn

Better have my money

Friday like Big worm

Can't see you niggas

You like a little germ

B**ches know I'm excellent like Mr Burns

Treat my dick like Butter churn

Baby churn and ya girl with me fo'shure

That ain't your concern

She forgot about her other man

She will never learn

On a mic till I die RIP Chick Hearns

Yessir colder than the Pittsburgh

Winter fresher than a Will Smith T-Shirt

These spurts coming through

Last King and a hearse

Ask later shoot first

Got shooters like dirt

When it hurts leave you losers bruised up

Bruce Lee nunchucks

Toe from the floor up though

Duck rubber duck now you like oh shucks

Tell the neighbours I don't give a f**k

Ain't this muthaf**ker up

Ain't this muthaf**ker up

Ain't this muthaf**ker up

Ain't this muthaf**ker up

Ain't this muthaf**ker up