Kill da DJ

(Affiliates, ****, pay attention )

Hey, hey, hey

You know (Holiday season), it just dawned on me, I am Nicki Minaj

Trap-A-Holics, bitch

I ain't know the president live in DC

And I ain't know they call me Nicki Lewinsky

I never knew that dude with Jay was Pimp C

And I ain't know I be with Paris and Lindsay

I just know that I be on my fly girl shit

A fly girl pop-up and a fly girl dip

A fly girl stunt like a fly girl flip

And I don't never guzzle it, I fly girl sip

Now get that Rosé, get that, get that Rosé

A little Hennessy and Louis the Thirteenth

Now everybody look my way, my way

Excuse all my haters 'cause they looking sideways

Let's get it now, kyuh!

You got me wrong

You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song

You can act like you don't like it, but you do

You do, you do

Do, do, do, do (Holiday season)

I think I'm gonna kill the motherfuckin' DJ

If he don't p-p-pull up, let the record replay

R-record replay, r-r-record replay

I think I'm gonna kill the motherfuckin' DJ (Yo)

I ain't know the police was the Babylon

And I ain't know I'm cold just like an avalanche

I never knew my titties was bigger than Pamela

So paparazzi flickin', be flickin' they camera

I just know that I be on my fly girl shit

My fly girl stomach and my fly girl hips

I fly girl ball with my fly girl mitts

And I can only kiss another fly girl lips

Now get that OJ, get that, get that OJ

A little Cranberry and some Granny Marnier

Now everybody look my way, my way

Excuse all my haters 'cause they lookin' sideways (Trap-A-Holics Mixtapes)

Let's get it now, kyuh!

You got me wrong

You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song

You can act like you don't like it, but you do

You do, you do (Damn, son)

Do, do, do, do (Where'd you find this?)

I think I'm gonna kill the motherfuckin' DJ

If he don't p-p-pull up, let the record replay

R-record replay, r-r-record replay

I think I'm gonna kill the motherfuckin' DJ

Oh!

Fuck 'em like sexin' while they be flexin'

When they know that this they song

So interestin', frontin' like they textin'

Damn, them bitches got me wrong

Got me wrong, wrong, wrong

Got me wro-wro-wro-wro-wro-wrong

Got me wro-wro-wro-wro-wro-wro-wro-wro-wro-wro-wrong

You got me wrong

You be sittin' by the bar when it's your song

You can act like you don't like it, but you do

You do, you do

Do, do, do

The Affiliates, ****, holla at your boy