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Nicki Minaj – High School

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He said he came from Jamaica.
He owned a couple acres.
A couple fake Visas
'Cause he never got his papers.

Gave up on love
Fucking with them heartbreakers,
But he was getting money
With the movers and the shakers.

He was mixed with a couple things.
Ball like a couple rings.
Bricks in the condo.
And grams to Sing-Sing.

Left arm-baby mother tatted.
5-year bid up north when they ratted.
Anyway, I felt him, helped him,
Put him on lock.

Seatbelt him.
Took him out to Belgium-welcome.
Bitches this pretty. That's seldom.
This box better than the box he was held in.

I'm Momma Dee in that order.
I call him "Daddy" like daughters.
He like it when I get drunk,
But I like it when he be sober.

That's top of the topper.
I never fuck with beginners.
I let him play with my pussy.
Then lick it off of his fingers. I'm in the zone.

They holler at me, but it's you, you.
This ain't high school.
Me and my crew,
We can slide through.

Give it to you whenever you want.
Whip it wherever you want.
Baby, it's yours!
Anywhere! Everywhere!

Baby, it's your world!
Ain't it?
Baby, it's your world!
Ain't it?

She got a nigga at home. And one on the side.
Best friend is a dyke.
They fucked around a few times.
Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight.

I tell her, "Make me some money."
She tells me make me a wife.
I tell her, "Bitch, you crazy.
Fucks wrong with you?"

And excuse my French,
But I'm a long kisser.
And then she tries to tells me
I'm the only one that's hitting.

And I say, "What about them niggas?"
She say, "What about them niggas?"
"You're right. What you doing tonight?
Put on something tight. Don't judge me. I get life."

She loves me like a brother,
But fucks me like a husband.
Pussy like an oven.
Too hot to put my tongue in.

All I had to do was rub it-
The genie out the bottle.
Pussy's so wet,
I'm a need goggles.

She tells me that it's mine.
I tell her, "Stop lying."
Mine and who elses?"
She say, "Worry 'bout yourself, Lil Tune."

They holler at me, but it's you, you.
This ain't high school.
Me and my crew,
We can slide through.

Give it to you whenever you want.
Whip it wherever you want.
Baby, it's yours!
Anywhere! Everywhere!

Baby, it's your world!
Ain't it?
Baby, it's your world!
Ain't it?

I know you want it, boy.
I see you trying.
Just keep on pushing.
I'm a let you slide in.

Just close your eyes
And this horizon.
It's ready. Come get you some.
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah.