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アーティスト:Nicki Minaj  アルバム:Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded 

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Punchline Queen – no boxer, though. Might pull up in a Porsche – no boxster, though. Tell a hater, "Yo! Don't you got cocks to blow?" Tell them Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho. They said I've got 5 in a possible. Don't go against Nicki – impossible. I done came through with my wrist on popsicle/ Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, nigga. Your lipstick stain Smells like a cheap hotel. Got diamond watches and a gold chain. Can't make my frown turn around. The boys always spending all their money on love. The boys always spending all their money on love. They wanna touch it. Taste it. See it. Feel it. Clone it. Own it. Yeah. Yeah. Dollar. Dollar. Paper chasing. Get that money. Yeah. Yeah. You get high. Fuck a bunch of girls. And then cry on top of the world. I hope you have the time of your life. I hope I don't lose it tonight. Bald head pussy. Got lots of juice. Lop-sided on the curb, so I block the coupes. Watch the deuce. Man, I'm stingy with my cuttie cat, daddy. Did you eba weally lub me, Steebie? Rrr. Pull up in the rrr. Wrists on burr. Pussy on purr-rrr. I don't even brake when I'm backing up. I'll swerve on a nigga if he's acting up. I done pushed more sixes than a play date. Get money by the millions. Fuck a day rate, nigga. Your bossed-up swag Got 'em drooling like a newborn, babe. The dollars in their eyes Got 'em blinded by a masquerade. The boys always spending all their money on love. The boys always spending all their money on love. They wanna touch it. Taste it. See it. Feel it. Clone it. Own it. Yeah. Yeah. Dollar. Dollar. Paper chasing.


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