The Boys – Album Version (Edited) Lyrics By Nicki Minaj feat. Cassie

Artist/Band Name: Nicki Minaj feat. Cassie

Album Name: The Boys

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Lyrics To The Boys – Album Version (Edited)

P-p-p-p-punch line Queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater, ”
Yo, don’t you got cocks to blow?”
Tell ’em Kangaroo Nick, I’ll box a hoe
Shoulda shoulda said I got 5 in a possible
Don’t go against Nicki, Impossible
I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle
Man these hoes couldn’t ball with a Testicle
Nigga-nigga-nigga-niggaYour lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can’t make my frown turn aroundThe boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, Yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don’t lose it tonightBa-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man I’m stingy with my kitty cat diddy
Did you ever really love me Stevie?
Rrrrrrr
Pull up in the
Rrrrrrr
Wrist on
Burrrrr
Pussy on
Purrrr Rrrrr
I don’t even brake when I’m backing up
I’ll swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes then a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
Nigga-nigga-nigga-niggaYour bossed up swag
Got ’em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes
Got ’em blinded by a MasqueradeThe boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it, get that money, yeah, yeah
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don’t lose it tonightI put you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
And yes you’re premature
Young Money to the Core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see thetour
Oh that’s your new girl?
That’s that Mid Grade
Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
Or the Razor
Yeah, the Razor
She my son, yeah
But I ain’t Raise her
Loose me hater
I get that Loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out
T-Rex be gutted out
I told ’em Nicki be chilling them
Imma keep hurting they feelings
Because you’ll never be Jordan
You couldn’t even be Pippen
You couldn’t even be tripping
You can’t afford a vacation
I’m out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was BlossomYou get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don’t lose it tonightThe boys always spending all their money on loveUh huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie…

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