Nicki Minaj – Fuck The BS

Trinidadian rapper musician Nicki Minaj unlocks a brand new music titled Fuck The BS” kindly check out the music mp3 download lyrics below.

Fuck The BS Lyrics By Nicki Minaj

[Birdman & Nicki Minaj:]
Yeah
Cut it up, gimme a light
Yeah, and by the way, nigga
It’s Young Mula
First Lady
Ugh, yo, yo

[Nicki Minaj:]
Let us begin with a bad lil’ specimen
Balenciagas, only things I be stepping in
Pucci bathing suits, only thing I’m dressing in
‘Cause I get wetter than a navy seal veteran
Got—Got ’em writing love letters in they jour-n-al
Keep ’em on they toes like a midget at the urinal
Bad—Bad—Bad-Bad—Bad—Bad as I wanna be
She ain’t bad, she a sad little wannabe

[Birdman:]
Yeah. Fuck the bullshit. It’s big money popping. Young Mula! Yeah, just like that. What up, young nigga? Let’s go. Gudda, brrrat!

[Gudda Gudda:]
Okay, we running this shit, when we walk in the building
Got bitches from wall to wall, hoes hanging from the ceiling
Young Money we ’bout to kill ’em, I promise I make a million
And if they didn’t have no hands I’ll bet them bitches gon’ feel ’em
I’m talking money and power; you getting money? I doubt it
Fresher than baby powder, with your bitch in the shower
That pussy, I’ma devour; I beat it up ’til it’s sour
No need for you to even trip; bitch I’ll be done in a hour, let’s go

[Birdman & Lil Wayne:]
Yeah
Yeah, that’s more like it
Junior!

[Lil Wayne & Birdman:]
They say the blacker the berry, the redder the cherry
I say the sweeter it is—you dig? Buried
Then the bullshit varies, and it got me wary
But I know two are the same—call it “murdered” and “married” (Believe that!)
Hustling is so necessary, with no adversaries
But ain’t no love, like a calendar with no Februaries
I’ma need four secretary, and four Bloody Maries
I’ma go eat me some pussy, and choke off the cherry—I’m gone

[Birdman:]
Yeah, fully loaded with it
To the ceiling with it
More money than you ever seen, nigga!
Aight, Drizzy, Drake—

[Drake & Birdman:]
Look, kill the game, no one recovers the murder weapon
Young angel, if you hate me tell me burn in heaven (Brrrrat!)
How’d ya sleep on me? The highest earning freshmen
Like your third infection, I hope you learned your lesson (Yeah)
Yeah, I spit raw, but I prefer protection
I own a heart and a mind and a shirt she slept in
Bitch, I got the answer, and still ain’t heard the question
I shut your club down, please reserve my section
Fuck a confrontation, there ain’t no cake in it
And I’m caking, bitch, so tell me why I’d take a break from it
The mother of your child always tell you I’m her favorite
She call me her baby—not the one she was in labor with
She say, “Ooh, you taste good,” I say, “Ooh, just savor it”
She know that she love a nigga, I be on that major shit
‘Cause I get paid to stand, and I get paid to sit
So I don’t walk around with money, baby girl—I’m made of it

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