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finally some good christian music

ik im not buggin i dead hear beat boy in 2:03 - 2:05

1:26 tiktok part

I love this song so much

SLAYYYYY

Y’all sleeping on Chris’s part

“That was a setup” THE WAY SHE SAID THAT AAA

wydm drakes part better

2:45

1:25

1:25

9,800 like

Yeah, that was a set-up for a punch line on duck tape

2:45, just a personal timestamp x

2:45 😌

ive been watching this on loop for like 30 minutes

Honestly lil Wayne's part is the best 💪😩

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2:40

Okay but I’m living for Wayne’s part 😩 the lyrics tho ✨😩😩

I thought goddam this was the perfect time

Everyone been real quiet since Beast boy dropped this

0:59

The rough drug advisably coach because biplane consistently kiss about a wholesale servant. damp, hilarious fish

drake wildin

Me in my edit motion and thinking there is a edit of me

2:43 OMG

I like my girls BBW 😩🛐

1:26 hereee

69 comments?

Better than the original

I remember my teacher put this song without knowing what she is saying

listening to this while play arsenal and da hood magically makes my aim better

GOD DAMN

Only Lyrics [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Yo I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake On my life, man, fuck's sake If I did, I'd ménage with 'em And let 'em eat my ass 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 niggas, 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 fuck if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 Is my idea of a update Hut-hut one, hut-hut two Big titties, big butt too Fu-fuck with them real niggas Who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches 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 bitches who I fuck with Ma-ma-mad bitches we don't fuck with I don't fuck with them chickens Unless they last name is Cutlet Let it soak in Like seasoning And tell them bitches blow me Lance Stephenson [Chorus: Chris Brown] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only [Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, I never fucked 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 titties though Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key I been peeped that you like me, you know? Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this shit 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 Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you The NBA players fuck with you The bad-ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you, oh That's 'cause I believe in something, I stand for it And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it Pinkprint [Chorus: Chris Brown & Drake] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky (Ayy) Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up If I did fuck, she'd be fucked 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 fuck 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 shit is crazy, my nigga I mean brazy, my nigga That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga Blood gang, take the "b" off behavior, my nigga For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off I mean "pop-pop-pop," then I take off Nigga, now you see me, nigga, 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" Chorus: Chris Brown & Lil Wayne] Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet Young Mula, baby! Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only

OMG THIS IS SO GOOOD I LOVEDD

drake sounds like beast boy

I can't listen to where Drake is

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake All my life, man, fuck's sake If I did I menage with 'em And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape Worried bout if my butt fake Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus Eight When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update Hut one, hut two, big titties, big butt too Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck with I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet Let it soak in, like seasonin' And tell 'em, bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man But when that's over then I'm the 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 LA traffic, how the city slow She was sitting down on that big butt But I was still staring at the titties though Yeah, low-key or may be high-key I been peeped that you like me you know Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree, yeha 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 everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you The NBA players fuck with you The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you Oh, that's 'cause I believe in something, and I stand for it And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it (Pinkprint, ayy) Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up If I did fuck she'd be fucked up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right 'Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life That's another story, I'm no story teller I piss greatness like gold is yellow All my goons so overzealous I'm from Hollygroove, 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 wave They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade Don't have my money? I take mothers instead You got the hickups, 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, messed up, they got smaller guns Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms This shit is crazy my nigga, I mean brazy my nigga That money talk, I just rephrase it my nigga Blood gang, take the "b" off behavior, my nigga for reals If you mouth off, I blow your face off I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off Now you see me, nigga 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 bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only

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Drake sounded like beast boy

Nikki😍😍

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1:25 highkey drake sound like beast boy here

man fucks sake

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🙏🏾

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Perfect

Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake All my life, man, fuck's sake If I did I menage with 'em And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape Worried bout if my butt fake Worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus Eight When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a fuck if I was late Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update Hut one, hut two, big titties, big butt too Fuck with them real niggas who don't tell niggas what they up to Had to show bitches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz Bad bitches who I fuck with, mad bitches we don't fuck with I don't fuck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet Let it soak in, like seasonin' And tell 'em, bitches blow me, Lance Stephenson Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man But when that's over then I'm the 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 LA traffic, how the city slow She was sitting down on that big butt But I was still staring at the titties though Yeah, low-key or may be high-key I been peeped that you like me you know Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me? I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly, I mean She say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree, yeha 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 everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Claire Huxtable Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you The NBA players fuck with you The bad ass bitches doing makeup and hair fuck with you Oh, that's 'cause I believe in something, and I stand for it And Nicki if you ever tryna fuck Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it (Pinkprint, ayy) Raise every bottle and cup in the sky Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July Nothing but bad bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up If I did fuck she'd be fucked up Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right 'Cause she actin' like she need dick in her life That's another story, I'm no story teller I piss greatness like gold is yellow All my goons so overzealous I'm from Hollygroove, 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 wave They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade Don't have my money? I take mothers instead You got the hickups, 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, messed up, they got smaller guns Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms This shit is crazy my nigga, I mean brazy my nigga That money talk, I just rephrase it my nigga Blood gang, take the "b" off behavior, my nigga for reals If you mouth off, I blow your face off I mean pop-pop-pop, then I take off Now you see me, nigga 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 bitches in here tonight Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet Nothing but real niggas only, bad bitches only Rich niggas only, independent bitches only Boss niggas only, thick bitches only I got my real niggas here by my side, only