The Boys - Nicki Minaj

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Nicki Minaj - The Boys Lyrics

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. 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.

I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts.
Girls is my sons – carried them for 8 months.
And, yes, you're premature. Young Money to the core.
I might give you a ticket so you could come see the tour.

Oh, that's your new girl? That's that mid-grade.
Buck 50 on your face with the switch blade, or the razor.
Yeah, the razor.
She's my son. Yeah, but I ain't raise her.

Goose me, hater.
I get that loose-leaf paper.
Them v-necks be studded out.
T-Rex be gutted out.

Told them, "Nicki be chilling."
I'm a keep hurting their feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan.
You couldn't even be Pippen.

You couldn't even be tripping.
You can't afford a vacation.
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians.
I go to Asia with Asians.

You're mad dusty.
You're a little dusty possum.
I just come through with the six
Like my name was Blossom.

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.

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.

The boys always spending all their money on love.
The boys always spending all their money on love. (Uh huh!)
The boys always spending (Pretty Gang!) all their money on love. (Young Money!)
The boys always spending all their money on love. (Cassie!)