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nicki minaj - big foot (a cappella version) كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
your flow is such a bore
drinkin’ a bottle of henny through a straw
b_tch, you better stop that dialogue
‘fore i hit carl and buy your catalog
(ha_ha_ha_ha_ha, ha_ha_ha_ha_ha)
sigh
how you f_ck your mother man when she die?
how you go on g_yle king and can’t cry?
chile, bye
big foot, but you still a small fry
swearin’ on your dead mother when you lie (ayo)

[verse]
this lil’ beggin’ wh0re talkin’ ’bout megan’s law
for a free beat, you could hit megan raw (ooh)
if you a ghostwriter, party in megan jaw (ooh)
shots thrown, but i still ain’t let megan score (tell ’em)
bad b_tch, she like six foot (ooh), i call her big foot (brr)
the b_tch fell off, i said, “get up on your good foot”
uh, still ain’t topped “red ruby” (no, no, mhm)
tryna steal the sauce, i said, “get up out my cookbook” (brr)
but really, i’m a sweetie pie
p_r_t_t_y, but i’m p_e_t_t_y
um, why did you lie about your lipo?
f_ckin’ your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though
you was lyin’ to the queen, then you went lyin’ to the king, g_yle
the thirty_year_old tea so stale
kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
barbz, i need a good alcohol bar
roman, wait, that was the bar
like a body builder, i keep raisin’ the bar
f_ck you get shot with no scar? (brr)
this little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it
mm, mm_mm, mm_mm
sh_t’ll get dark like chocolate
i’m ’bout to get up in your ass, b_tch, clench (woo)
mm, yeah, sorta like french
they got you all them grammys, but your flow’s still a no
what a fiasco, lupe
future made you pay (haha)
she wanna party with dababy while rubbin’ on tory toupée
i guess she needed money bags for them trey songz
she g_eazy, carl made her crawl for it
yo, why the f_ck they poke the monster?
f_ckin’ with nicki this year, ho, i’m comin’ like a p_rnstar
she just mad that no n_gga ever loved her
no n_gga gon’ stand ten toes behind her
is it my fault i got good vagin_er?
why the f_ck is you humpin’ on a minor?
’cause she was lyin’ on your dead mama (ooh), on_on your dead mama (ah_ah_ah_ah)
lyin’ on your dead mama, on_on your dead mama
lyin’ on your dead mama, lyin’ on your dead mama
lyin’ on your, lyin’, lyin’, lyin’ on your dead mama (brr, ooh)
[outro]
now listen up, big foot
you know i got a lotta tea
i went easy on you
umm (glass_fragment_foot_ass b_tch)
you know, whenever i meet a woman that would f_ck her friend’s man
(and let your friend talk about your ex_friend baby on the internet)
i know that (no, no), they have a very evil spirit
um (where my prayer warriors at?)
i don’t think you want the next installment of this song
i know it’s the most attention you’ve ever gotten
one_flow ho, but, uh, trust
if you don’t apologize to your mama in twenty_four hours
sh_t gon’ get uglier than kenbarbie, okay? don’t play
um, and also, i’d like to say
to my supporters, i love you, may god bless you, you’re amazing
um, all the good_p_ssy gyal dem too, yes
but
i’m very serious
ho, the things that you’ve lied about
even pertaining to your mom
you don’t want them out, okay?
now
since you think it’s funny to speak about people’s families
we’ll all join in
we’ll all play the reindeer games
soon as your new nose heals
and soon as your—
well, let’s leave that for the second installment, rrr

- nicki minaj

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