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Nicki Minaj'in En Sevilen Şarkıları
Benzer Şarkılar
Krediler
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nicki Minaj
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onika Maraj
Songwriter
Andre Proctor
Songwriter
Rasool diaz
Songwriter
Noel Fisher
Songwriter
Brian Soko
Songwriter
Darin Swain
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Order
Producer
Aubry "Big Juice" Delaine
Recording Engineer
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Noel Fisher
Co-Producer
Şarkı sözleri
Hello
Hello, hello, hello, hello
See? I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
Niggas ain't bangable
I'm all about my wamables
These bitches is flammable
Bad bitches in the colleges
Bust it open for me, gynecologist
But watch all your mileages
Pussy miles go up if you're talented
I'm all about pool life
Thong in my ass, make that nigga drool like
I'm all about good sex
Fake niggas gotta pay, gotta book sex
Real niggas get the pussy off GP
Real niggas get a feature on my EP
What the fuck you smiling for?
And what they put you on the panel for?
Where you gettin' money from?
Ayo, Twist, where you get that Bentley from?
Clap, clap, clap
Make it go 'round like a lap
Now put it in my lap
Let me see your crack like the trap
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
I like percocets
I like to keep 'em hidden in my Birkin bag
Ass so fat, damn, I'ma hurt 'em bad
It's showtime, bitch, tell me break a leg
Couple Bushwick niggas, that'll break your leg
Push you off the balcony, and don't break a ledge
Put your hand up, now it's time to make a pledge
You'll never catch me in a lightskin nigga bed
I'ma always keep the hammer, nigga fuck a sledge
Fuck what they be talkin' bout, fuck what they allege
Know them bitches, gon' hate on my Giuseppe wedge
(Check)
Box spring cost 25k, bitch
I'm out in Cali, fuckin' wit' the black K-fed
And nah, man, I ain't fuckin' with that Jean Vest
Playtime been over, fuck a recess
Playtime been over, fuck a seesaw
Bitches wanna play a game? Go and see Saw
That's one, that's two, and that's three, four
I'm hungry, who else could I feast off?
You know my pockets fatter than that little Vine kid
They couldn't stop me even if the red sign did
Bitch, don't get gassed like a hybrid
These bitches thinkin' they can do what I did
These bitches thinkin' they can live where I live
But bi-bitches couldn't see me with an eyelid
I mean, look, your bitch came off an island
I came in the game '09 wilin'
I'm out in Hollywood, left off Highland
These bitches loud, but when the Queen come? (Silent)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
I'm all about my wamables
See? I'm all about my wamables
(Hello, hello, hello, hello)
Writer(s): Rasool Ricardo Diaz, Onika Tanya Maraj, Brian Soko, Andrew James Proctor, Noel C. Fisher, Darin Swain
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