Il testo della Lip gloss freestyle

Nicki Minaj

(nicki minaj, verse 1)

It was a quarter past three when i ran out into bells,
Didn't forget my p's but my name ring bells, a little white tee,
Some addidas with the shells,
Turn in the coop oh shoot broke a nail.
Lemme lemme think what gotta gotta do,
Sould i get the black or car tinted too,
But if a bird try to get out of the cage,
One bitch down new york times page.
I went to starbuck i wanted to get a frapple, then had a snapple apple with the capple,
Capple thats fendi but thats irrelavant throw him a couple bengies now im the
President.
Im nicki finna get so picky slick like ricky flow is so icky,
Now class is finished you'll be home bout three, tell all
Them rap bitches what you know bout me.

(chourus)

Whatcha know bout me, whatcha whatcha know bout me, whatcha know bout me
Whatcha whatcha know, they say that girl is a fool, that girl keep on boping
That girl get them drill's and them girls get it popping.
Whatcha know bout me, whatcha whatcha know bout me, whatcha know bout me
Whatcha whatcha know, that girl get that money, a lot of dirty money
I'll show you how to do it if getting something for me.

(nicki minaj, verse 2)

Got some nice titties yes they well pretty that's how i got the sthe5fifty,
That's cause i get i get i get busy that's why i don't need you to come get me.
I'm badder then the dude at the neverland, in the money green coop with a
Lepracan, holla at him get a four leaf clover goa go agains't me guarenteed
Ya over. all the kids swear nick like a mexican cause i got more kicks then
A tepatan, trum trum trum you slow poke get a rum rum rum a lil coke and
A s.m.i.the l.e it ain't one thing them can tell me cause i write
Write wite my own shit im the one like im the coprit nigga

(chourus)