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Nicki Minaj – The Boys Lyrics

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P-p-punch line queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater, Yo, dont you got cocks to blow?
Tell them Kangaroo Nick, Ill box a hoe
They said I got five and a possible
Dont go against Nicki, impossible
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle
Man, these hoes couldnt ball with a testicle, nigga

Your lipstick stain smells like a cheap hotel
D-d-diamond watches and a gold chain
Cant make my frown turn around

The 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 dont lose it tonight

B-b-bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lopsided on the curb, so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man, Im stingy with my kitty cat daddy
Did you ever really love me Steebie?
Rrrr, pull up in the rrrr
Wrist on burr, pussy on purrr-purrr
I dont even brake when Im backing up
Ill swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes than a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga

Your bossed up swag got em drooling like a newborn babe
The dollars in they eyes got them blinded by a Masquerade

The 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 dont lose it tonight

I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts oop
Girls is my sons, carried them for eight months oop
And yes, youre premature, Young Money to the Core oop
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour oop

Oh, thats your new girl, thats that mid-grade
Buck 50 on your face with the switchblade
Or the razor, y-y-yeah, the razor
She my son, yeah, b-b-but I aint raise her
Goose 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, Ima keep hurting they feelings
Because youll never be Jordan you couldnt even be Pippen
You couldnt even be tripping, you cant afford a vacation
Im 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 Blossom

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 dont lose it tonight

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 dont lose it tonight

The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love uh, Pretty Gang
Young Money the boys always spending all their money on love Cassie

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