Those feelings that I don't want Are slowly coming back The days are now not much more than a haunt My sight is turning a cancerous black A tidal
a one night stand Well then (Cole World) Straight up, now tell me do you really wanna love me forever Oh, oh, oh Or is it just a hit and run (Well, hey) Straight up I tell
out the hood legally Ridin around doing my thing Is it too late to be tryin to live dreams Turn them up real Reality is just a technicality And so is being fake So don't tell
an orphan All you wanna do is hit the clique into a saw, eh? Get her pregnant, then neglect it Then you go an tell the chick "get an abortion" Them types
Miyagi And them suicide doors, Hari Kari [Hook] Look at me now, look at me now Oh, I'm getting paper Look at me now Oh, look at me now Yeah,
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the eff I is I am Nicki Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and chuck the deuce up [Chorus
bum bum When me went downtown 'Cause now I am a criminal, criminal, criminal Oh lord have mercy now I am a criminal Man down Tell the judge please give me minimal Run out of town, None of them
necks Tryin' to creep a little sneak peek Let's runaway And don't ever look back Don't ever look back My heart stops When you look at me Just one touch
how I feel I'ma just tell you, it's everything that I expected, boi, boi Hands up in the air (One time for the West Side, West Side let me see them hands) Hands up
Black and yellow, black and yellow Black stripe, yellow paint Them niggas scared of it, but them ho's ain't Soon as I hit the club look at them ho's
with my friends" She got me thinking, and that's when I said Where them girls at, girls at? Where them girls at, girls at? Where them girls at, girls at? So go get them
shook And scared to look in my eyes I stole that fuckin' clock, I took the time and I Came up from behind and pretty much snuck up And butt fucked this game up
you [Ryan Leslie] It's time for a lesson in model behaviour Damn, look at all the bad b-tches I gave you Man I can see the flaws to your flavour Look
Ooh, I see you on the blogs, what you're doing and all that But little do you know, you making yourself look whack Your dude got a problem, better tell
(Michael Jackson) You can look at them coming out the walls You can look at them climbing out the bushes You can find them when the letter's bout to fall
brag but I got a hundred in that, new Louie bag Pull up in the Benz with the paper tag I got major swag, them niggaz yellin' shawty bad Them hoes mad
his boat into the dock, I lifted up this big 'ol stringer of bass this idiot on the dock goes, "Hey, yall catch all them fish?" Nope. "Talked 'em into giving up
banned, I'm sorry Miss Delourous Fuck Wendy Williams, the bitch look like a dude Her body look chewed and her hair looks glued But let me get back to my food Eat the track up
