Nicki Minaj - Only (Clean withLyrics) (Featuring Drake, Chris Brown & Lil Wayne)
{Nicki Minaj}
I never f***ed Wayne,
I never f***ed Drake,
All my life man, f**k's sake.
If I did, I'd Minaj with him,
I'd let him eat my a** like a cupcake.
My man full, he just ate,
I don't duck nobody but tape.
Gyeah, that was a setup,
For a punchline on duct tape.
Worried 'bout if my butt's fake,
What by change, n****s sit up straight.
These girls are my sons,
Johnny Kate, plus eight.
When I walk in sit up straight.
I wouldn't give a f**k if I was late.
Dinner with my man on a G5.
Is my idea of an update.
Hut hut one,
Hut hut two.
Big t*tties,
Big butt too.
F**k f**k with them real n****s,
Who don't tell their n****s what they up to.
Have to show b**ches where the top is,
Rank finger where the rock is.
These h**s couldn't test me,
Even if their name was pop quiz.
Bad b*tches we f**k with,
Mad b*tches we f**k with.
I don't f**k with them chickens,
Unless their last name is Cutlets.
Let it soak in,
Like seasoning.
And tell 'em b**ches below me,
Lance Stevenson.
{Hook: Chris Brown}
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky,
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July.
Nothing but bad b*tches in here tonight,
Oh, if you're lame and you know it be quiet.
Nothing but real n***as only,
Bad b**ches only,
Rich n***as only,
Independent b*tches only.
Boss n***as only,
Thick b*tches only.
I got my real n**gas here by my side,
Only.
{Drake}
I never f**ked Nicki,
'Cause she got a man.
But when that's all over,
Then I'm next in line.
And the other day in her Maybach,
I thought g*d d*mn this is the perfect time.
We had just come from that video,
You know, L.A. traffic had that city slow.
She was sitting down on that big butt,
But I was still staring at those t***ies, though!
Yeah, Lowkey though it may be high key, I been peeked that you like me.
Who the f*ck you really wanna be where besides me.
I mean, it doesn't take much,
For us to do this sh*t quietly.
I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women, I agree.
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW,
Type you wanna s*ck you dry and then eat some lunch with you.
Yeah, so big that everybody else in the room was so uncomfortable,
Asked with the face lug just like Claire Hugstible.
You're a man in the city when the Mayor f*ck,When the N.B.A. players f**k.
Was you a bad-a** b**ch, with the makeup or hand-f**k.
Aha, that's because I believe in something you stand for.
And Nicki if you ever try to f*ck just give me the heads up so I can plan
for it, Pinkprint, aye
{Hook: Chris Brown}
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky,
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July.
Nothing but bad b*tches in here tonight,
Oh if you're lame and you know it be quiet.
Nothing but rich n*ggas only,
Bad b*tches only.
Real n*ggas only,
Independant b*tches only.
Boss n*ggas only,
Thick b*tches only.
I got my real n*ggas by my side,
Only.
{Lil Wayne}
I never f**ked Nicki,
And that's f**ked up.
If I did f*ck,
She'd be f**ked up.
Whoever's hittin' it ain't hittin' it right,
'Cause she act like she need d*ck in her life.
That's another story, I'm not a story-teller,
I p*ss greatness, like goldish yellow.
All my goons so overzealous,
I'm from Hollygrove, the Holy Meccha.
Some people say I got money for this,
I squirm and I shake but I'm stuck it my ways.
My girlfriends a b*tch on the waves.
Even I f**k with the surfboard, surfboard.
My ideas so bright I take cover for shade.
Don't have my money take mothers insteads.
You got the haircut you swallowed the truth,
Then I make you burp boy, bigger than surfboard.
I'm talking 'bout running two houses with army guns,
Start talking 'bout Joseph and daughter rooms.
I got two h**s with me, messed up they got smaller guns.
And banging on Joseph and daughter rooms.
This sh*t is crazy, my n*gga.
I mean brazy, my n*gga
That money talk, I just
rephrase it, my n*gga
Blood gang, take the B out
behavior, my nigga
For reals, if you mouth off, I
blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop, then I
take off
N*gga 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 "please pour me a drink and
celebrate with me"
:D
{Hook: Chris Brown}
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky,
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July.
Nothing but bad b*tches in here tonight,
Oh if you're lame and you know it be quiet.
Nothing but rich n*ggas only,
Bad b*tches only.
Real n*ggas only,
Independant b*tches only.
Boss n*ggas only,
Thick b*tches only.
I got my real n*ggas by my side,
Only.
