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Nicki Minaj

Jump Off '07

 

Jump Off '07

(álbum: Playtime Is Over - 2007)


Queens, Queens
Ayo, Fendi this the jump off right here, nigga

It's Minaj, little mama, get a taste of the hot sauce
Itty bitty, real pretty, but I'm not soft
I beat bitches with the heat like I'm Scott Storch
In the ocean is where they getting dropped off
All I wanna do is party
Rock some Ed Hardy, at Forty-Forty (okay)
You arrive, when it just get started
I come through at 2, and I don't get carded (ha ha)
Excuse me, I had to beg ya pardon
Mami ya flow sick, my flow's retarded (okay)
'Cause you can take something and you won't be sick
But um, I can't help my retarded shit
'Cause my flow stupid, wheelchair bound (okay)
Take the small bus all year 'round
That bitch pop out with a helmet on her head (okay)
Bottle of new meds, a good pair of Keds (word)

Where my chicks
All my girls that'll transport bricks
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips
Keep a real good jean on ya hips (uh-huh)
You can get it
And to my dudes
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew (uh-huh)
And you rock a good hood, fuck a suit (yes sir!)
And you got a little tree on ya boot (whoop!)
You can get it

Nicki and Dirty Money nigga, shit ya draws
When I count to three, hit the floor (c'mon!)
Dang little mama, pick up ya jaw (uh)
That there's the Chevy, 64 (ha ha!)
You that bitch, I'm the boss (okay)
I'm a have my bodyguard, dust me off (yeah, uh)
'Cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder
Call my nigga Light with the money green Rover (light)
I'm the boss bitch pink links and the brinks (uh-huh)
Rocking the corset, sip drinks in my minks
Call my nigga Gravy, that's the big baby
Tell him I said maybe he should bring the trey p
Already know these lames is gonna hate me (yeah)
But um lately, it only motivate me (uh-huh)
Want it with the squad, gotta come through me (okay, alright)
Now hit the dance floor, nigga 1-2-3

Where my chicks (uh-huh)
All my girls that'll transport bricks
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips
Keep a real good jean on ya hips (uh-huh)
You can get it
And to my dudes
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew (uh-huh)
And you rock a good hood, fuck a suit (yes sir!)
And you got a little tree on ya boot (whoop!)
You can get it

hecho

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