دانلود آهنگ نیکی میناژArctic Tundra

Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair Haha, Max Lord, preach it, haha Gezin I fuck the blunt up, hahaha Yeah, I'm on marijuana (marijuana) My lean plug say he'll be here in a second (pull up) I'm getting high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad) Feel like I'm finna die (R.I.P.) Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (uh-huh) My VVS cold like an arctic tundra A 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems And you best proceed with some caution, yeah This song for the girl with the blonde hair Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah This Young Money ENT, fuck that negative Nancy I'm still balling, I'm still balling, NBA on TNT Came through dripping, D&G, always ducking TMZ Flow still need that EMT, tell her get at me and see I'm the toppa toppa, bitches is a Khan like Chaka I get it before they cop it, always been that type of shopper And I never tell a lie, I just put one in the sky I just popped me a transformer, getting money 'til we die 'Til we die we gon' be fly, made a milli' in Shanghai I don't need job applications, for that pressure I apply That is why they gotta lie, that is just how they get by But my flow still gon' be wavy and your flow still gon' be dry I done fucked the world up in ten short years Had teachers like Weezy F. and been all ears Lose studs that's VVS, then get more peers They been praying on my downfall, still need more prayers, I'ma- Fuck the bag up and fuck your daddy I'ma stay up like I popped three addys Girl with the blonde hair, they call me Barbie Let's get faded and have a party, yeah If you got that bomb, put your hands in the air Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair 'Cause me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up And fuckin' on your momma Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (uh-huh) My VVS cold like an arctic tundra A 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems And you best proceed with some caution, yeah This song for the girl with the blonde hair Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah I'm high as hell, mind everywhere Still mind over matter Pockets getting fatter, elevate like a ladder 30 and that 40 make you percolate like a dancer I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen and Prancer She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards He ain't right You don't live a better life Ran it up like Jerry Rice I don't gotta say it twice This is real life Your nigga is Fisher-Price Now you read minds You was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right? Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (uh-huh) My VVS cold like an arctic tundra A 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems And you best proceed with some caution, yeah This song for the girl with the blonde hair Suck me up good, give me Becky, like, yeah She ride it, like, yeah, in a Versace chair Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair Fatty on the Max like some Nike Air Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare Looking this good shouldn't even be fair Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair Fetti on the Max like some Nike Air Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare Looking this good shouldn't even be- Fuck the girls that just hate on baddies Shout the bad bitches that act all bratty Nothing but all this designer on me All of my niggas throwing up gang signs for me (for me)