Only Lyrics – Nicki Minaj

Only Lyrics Nicki Minaj

Only Lyrics: Only is an English Song from the Album “The Pinkprint” sung by Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Drake & Chris Brown. Only Lyrics are written by Dr. Luke, R. City, Cirkut, Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown, Drake, Lil Wayne & Theron Thomas.

Nicki Minaj Only Credits

Song: Only
Singer: Nicki Minaj, Lil Wayne, Drake & Chris Brown
Music: Cirkut, JMIKE & Dr. Luke
Lyrics: Dr. Luke, R. City, Cirkut, Nicki Minaj, Chris Brown, Drake, Lil Wayne & Theron Thomas
Album: The Pinkprint
Label: Nicki Minaj
Genre: English Songs

Nicki Minaj – Only ft. Drake, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown

Only Lyrics

Yo
I never f*cked Wayne, I never f*cked Drake
On my life, man, f*ck’s sake
If I did, I’d ménage with ’em
And let ’em eat my a*s like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate
I don’t duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a setup
For a punchline on duct tape
Wo-wo-wo-worried ’bout if my butt fake
Worry ’bout y’all ni*gas, us straight
Th-these girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, sit up straight
I don’t give a f*ck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
Big t*tties, big butt too
Fu-f*ck with them real ni*gas
Who don’t tell ni*gas what they up to
Had to show bi*ches where the top is
Ri-ring finger where the rock is
The-these hoes couldn’t test me
Even if their name was Pop Quiz
Bad bi*ches who I f*ck with
Ma-ma-mad bi*ches we don’t f*ck with
I don’t f*ck with them chickens
Unless they last name is Cutlet
Let it soak in
Like seasoning
And tell them bi*ches blow me
Lance Stephenson

Only Nicki Minaj Lyrics

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bi*ches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Nothing but real ni*gas only, bad bi*ches only
Rich ni*gas only, independent bi*ches only
Boss ni*gas only, thick bi*ches only
I got my real ni*gas here by my side, only

Yeah, I never f*cked Nicki ’cause she got a man
But when that’s over, then I’m first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, “Goddamn, this is the perfect time”
We had just come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt, but I was still staring at the t*tties though
Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key
I been peeped that you like me, you know?
Who the f*ck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this sh*t quietly
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW
Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
A*s on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f*ck with you
The NBA players f*ck with you
The bad-a*s bi*ches doing makeup and hair f*ck with you, oh
That’s ’cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna f*ck
Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it
Pinkprint

Nicki Minaj Only Lyrics

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (Ayy)
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bi*ches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Nothing but real ni*gas only, bad bi*chs only
Rich ni*gas only, independent bi*chs only
Boss ni*gas only, thick bi*chs only
I got my real ni*gas here by my side, only

I never f*cked Nick’ and that’s f*cked up
If I did f*ck, she’d be f*cked up
Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right
‘Cause she act like she need dick in her life
That’s another story, I’m no story-teller
I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I’m from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calendar say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she waved
They bet’ not f*ck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don’t have my money? Take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
I’m talkin’ ’bout runnin’ in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
Ain’t thinkin’ ’bout your son and daughter rooms
This sh*t is crazy, my ni*ga
I mean brazy, my ni*ga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my ni*ga
Blood gang, take the “b” off behavior, my ni*ga
For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
I mean “pop-pop-pop,” then I take off
Ni*ga, now you see me, ni*ga, now you don’t
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets
My story is how I went from “poor me”
To “please pour me a drink and celebrate with me”

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad bi*ches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
Young Mula, baby!
Nothing but real ni*gas only, bad bi*ches only
Rich ni*gas only, independent bi*ches only
Boss ni*gas only, thick bi*ches only
I got my real ni*gas here by my side, only

Only Lyrics Nicki Minaj
Only Lyrics
Only Lyrics – Nicki Minaj
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