دانلود آهنگ نیکی میناژBig Foot

Your flow is such a bore Drinkin' a bottle of Henny through a straw Bitch, you better stop that dialogue 'Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalog (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) Sigh How you fuck your mother man when she die? How you go on Gayle King and can't cry? Chile, bye Big Foot, but you still a small fry Swearing on your dead mother when you lie Ayo This little begging whore talking 'bout Megan's law For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw (ooh) If you a ghostwriter, party in Megan jaw (ooh) Shots thrown, but I still ain't let Megan score (tell 'em) Bad bitch, she like six foot, I call her Big Foot (brr) The bitch fell off, I said "Get up on your good foot" Uh, still ain't topped Red Ruby (no, no, mhm) Tryna steal the sauce, I said "Get up out my cook book" (brr) But really I'm a sweetie pie P-R-T-T-Y, but I'm P-E-T-T-Y Um, why did you lie about your lipo? Fucking your best friend man is crazy, you the type though You was lying to the Queen, then you went lying to the King Gayle, that 30-year-old tea so stale Kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar Roman wait that was the bar Like a body builder, I keep raising the bar Fuck you get shot with no scar? (Brr) This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm Shit'll get dark like chocolate I'm 'bout to get up in your ass bitch clench (woo) Mm, yeah, sort of like French They got you all them Grammy's but your flow's still a no What a Fiasco, Lupe Future made you pay (haha) She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbing on Tory toupee I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it Yo, why the fuck they poke the monster? Fucking with Nicki, this year, hoe, I'm coming like a pornstar She just mad that no nigga ever loved her No nigga gon' stand ten toes behind her Is it my fault I got good vagin-er? Why the fuck is you humping on a minor? 'Cause she was lying on your dead momma, on-on your dead momma Lying on your dead momma, lying on your dead momma Lying on your dead momma, lying on your dead momma Lying on your-, lying, lying, lying on your dead momma Now listen up, Big Foot You know I got a lotta tea I went easy on you Umm (glass-fragment-foot-ass bitch) You know, whenever I meet a woman that would fuck her friend's man (And let your friend talk about your ex-friend baby on the internet) I know that (no, no), they have a very evil spirit Um (where my prayer warriors at?) I don't think you want the next installment of this song I know it's the most attention you've ever gotten One-flow hoe, but, uh, trust me If you don't apologize to your mama in 24 hours Shit gon' get uglier than KenBarbie, okay? Don't play Um, and also, I'd like to say To my supporters, I love you, may God bless you, you're amazing Um, all the good-pussy gyal dem too, yes But I'm very serious Hoe, the things that you've lied about Even pertaining to your mom You don't want them out, okay? Now Since you think it's funny to speak about people's families We'll all join in We'll all play the reindeer games Soon as your new nose heals And soon as your- Well, let's leave that for the second installment, rrr