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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
Tate Kobang
Tate Kobang
Programming
YM Beats
YM Beats
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onika Maraj
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Joshua Goods
Joshua Goods
Songwriter
Kendall Taylor
Kendall Taylor
Songwriter
Norman Whitfield
Norman Whitfield
Songwriter
Derrick Milano
Derrick Milano
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tate Kobang
Tate Kobang
Producer
YM Beats
YM Beats
Producer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I fell back, I had a baby, you know? I did the mother thing, I did the wife thing All that, yeah (all that shit) But I think it's quite clear now You's need the bad guy! Ayy-yo, I'm the one who run the city where they armed and vicious Accusations on them blogs and they all fictitious I done been through realest blocks, pushed the hardest sixes Keep a couple killers that don't care how far them licks is, look Bitches act like they want action Heard they want action Bitch, we ain't ducking no action I'm 'bout to give them that traction, send a distraction Then I'ma line 'em like fractions Took a break, I let 'em live, look at all 'em eating But these bitches gon' be mad once I call this meeting 'Cause they gotta move around once the Queen is queening 'Bout to put out all this crack 'cause my fiends is fiending, uh I put these bitches on gang, they should be kissing my feet I tried to give 'em some press, they tried to say it was beef It's Nicki M, such a little gem Bitches wanna be around me, but I do not fuck with them All these diamonds on me flooded, I hope nobody gets stuck If I pull out the Ferrari, then my shooters in the truck I could still go to my hood, they know my body is good Two million dollars to party in Saudi Arabian clubs Popping them things to go up and smoking Los Angeles bud These bitches biting like Joe, shout out to Kamala though (yuh) It's them weak bars thinking that she dissing for me I graded your homework, bitch, it's incomplete If you was tryna be my son, then mission complete I'm the final level, bitch, they on a mission to beat It's like COVID when the GOAT is on the track, the whole game stop But I ain't playing with these bitches, this ain't GameStop If Barbie in the building, then she with a gangsta He ain't gon' hesitate if I tell him to shank some' Just put a beauty parlor in my guest house You mean the pink Lamborghini? That's at the next house Fuck him so good, I got him walking with his chest out I wish these bitches wanted more talent and less clout I fall back, and just give them some space 'Cause when you already won, what the fuck is a race? Look at them fucking for raps, oh, what a disgrace I put that on A-rod, none of you bitches is safe (uh) Make his dick get hard soon as I brush up, but we tryna be subtle Whole city go up when the bitch touch down like them niggas in a huddle Sex game still cold, it's on igloo Head game slicker than little miss Gorilla Glue He tryna eat it up, I said, come and get it, boo While I count a mill', jigga what? Jigga who?
Writer(s): Norman Jesse Whitfield, Onika Tanya Maraj, Derrick Carrington Gray, Joshua Daiquan Goods, Kendall Evin Taylor Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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