This one is for the boys with the
boomin' system
Top down, AC with the coolin' system
When he come up in the
club, he be blazin' up
Got stacks on deck like he savin' up
And he ill, he real,
he might gotta deal
He pop bottles and he got the right kind of
bill
He cold, he dope, he might sell coke
He always in the air, but he never f l y
coach
He a muthafuckin trip, trip,
sailor of the ship, ship
When he make it drip, drip kiss him on the lip, lip
That's the kind of dude I
was lookin' for
And yes you'll get slapped if you're lookin'
hoe
I
said, excuse me you're a hell of a guy
I mean my, my, my, my you're like pelican
fly
I mean, you're so shy and I'm loving your tie
You're like slicker than the guy with the thing on his eye,
oh
Yes I did, yes I did, somebody please tell him who the eff I
is
I am Nicki
Minaj, I mack them dudes up, back coupes up, and
chuck the deuce up
super bass-nicki minaj
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