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The Aphilliates nigga, pay attention
Yo, yo, yo, these suckers is scared, what up man? (Trap-Holics)
You know, I'on really need no introduction, and all that (we taking it easy)
Y'all already know what it is, man, shout-out to Nicki Minaj, man
We do this, this year, you already know
Free makeup, mixtapes, and all that, you know how we give it up
Got me yellin' on a plane, man, listen up, man
Ay-yo, I was on the plane with Dwayne (yo)
You could call me Whitley, I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York, you was fucking the Yankee
I was fucking with base, I was pitching the Frankie
These bitches so cranky, give them a hankie
M-mommy, I'm cold, give me my blankie
Whoa, whoa, okay, okay, whoa, whoa, Holiday
Wait, hold on, hold on, Holiday!
You can't give it to 'em dry like that
You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like, come on now!
You gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you!)
They can't just get that shit right off the top
Like, you gotta bring that shit back
Bring that shit the fuck back! (Let's go!)
Holiday season
Ay, I think we got your attention by now, right?
Holiday season
Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (holiday season, nigga)
(Shout out to Nicki Minaj)
Ms. Entertainment, shouts out Trap-A-Holics (Trap-A-Holic, bitch)
We workin', let's go Nicki!
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yo, ay-yo
I was on the plane with Dwayne
You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman
Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game
Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane
When you was in New York, you was fucking the Yankee
I was fucking with base, I was pitching the Frankie
These bitches so cranky, give them a hankie
M-mommy, I'm cold, give me my blankie
Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel
Keep the Snow White, I could buy it by the bundle
Step your cookies up 'fore they crumble
Don't be acting like the Cardinals and gon' fumble (fumble)
'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer
All the dope boys gon' feel her
Flow so sick, I need a healer
Fuck is my MAC concealer?
I be out in Queens on the back of four-
Whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I'm a big deal
That's why I get more head than a pigtail
Put some ranch out, I'm getting the munchies
I think I'll have a rap bitch for my entrée
'Cause they be thinking they can spit, spit-shine my shoes
You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs
I'm the only thing hopping, like a kangaroo
I mean the only thing popping, like a can of brew
Listen, you should buy a 16, 'cause I write it good
That 808 woof-woof, 'cause I ride it good
And bitches can't find they man, 'cause I ride it good
I'm the wolf, where is Little Red-a Riding Hood?
Now, if you see a itty-bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it"
I'on fuck with pigs, like "As-salamu alaykum"
I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em
And if you see a itty-bitty piggy in the market
Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it"
I'on fuck with pigs, like "As-salamu alaykum"
I put 'em in a field and I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em, bitches (holiday season)
It's like I just single-handedly annihilated, you know, every rap bitch in the building
Like, like, I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinsky
Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki the Harajuku Barbie
Like, I mean, I don't even know why you girls bother at this point
Like, give it up, it's me!
I win! You lose, hahaha
Oh, shit! Hahaha, yo
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
Now, I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch, haha
I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch
Hahaha
I told you, I told you before
I told you y'all gon' have to pick my fruit out
Now listen, in addition to picking my fruit out
I want y'all to start going to the boutiques
You know what I'm saying?
Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for me
I want, I want, you know, leopard-skin, and, you know?
I want, I want all that crazy lizard-skin shit, like, you know?
Make sure you-, you can be my personal shopper!
Hahaha, ay-yo! Woo!
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh