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  • Текст песни Nicki Minaj - TROLLZ

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    Dollar, dollar bill, come get her
    Even your man know Nickis do it better
    I know you don’t like me, you wanna fight me
    Always on my page, never double-tap like me
    Baddies to my left and my right
    Never chase a corny nigga, put that on my life
    Just put it in his face, all this cake, he wanted a taste
    We sippin’ on that Ace, itsy-bitsy waist, pretty face
    Yeah, eat it, Cookie Monster (Ooh)
    He a slave to this pussy, call me master
    Real wet, I said, «Slurp it like it’s pasta»
    They get nervous when it’s Nicki on the roster (Rrr)
    Somebody usher this nigga into a clinic
    My flow’s still sick, I ain’t talkin’ a pandemic
    I write my own lyrics, a lot of these bitches gimmicks
    They study Nicki style, now all of them wan’ mimic
    Talkin’ ’bout snitches when it’s snitches in your camp
    Never stand alone, you always itchin’ for a stamp
    Me, I’m still money, wrists light up like a lamp
    They gon’ have to send they best fighter for the champ
    Racks, I got ’em, Mary, I’m poppin’
    They keep hatin’, but still watchin’
    Check the boards, I’m still toppin’
    Bustdown or plain jane, I got options
    It’s a bunch of mini mes, I’m the one they mockin’
    Showed you how to get a bag, now you goin’ shoppin’
    When I come out, all the sneak bitches start plottin’ (Plottin’)
    When I come out, it’s a sweep, bitches start moppin’

    Yeah, she like how I throw them racks, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Keep on throwin’ that cash, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Keep on throwin’ that ass, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Benz truck in the back, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

    Watch, mhm, Glock, mhm, cocked, mhm, got it, mhm
    If he like, I throw it fast, real fast, fast, fast
    He singin’ my old song, yellin’, «Ass, ass, ass»
    They be speedin’, tryna beat me, then they crash, crash, crash
    Still a hundred like the number on my dash, dash, dash

    That real ass ain’t keep your nigga home

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