Lyrical Breakdown of Lay It Down (feat. Lil Wayne) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nicki Minaj weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lay It Down (feat. Lil Wayne)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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YMCMB, bitches call me Tunechi Lee I be with niggas that shoot police I keep that iron, you can get creased And if she say she didn't fuck, bitch ya lying through ya teeth They say it cost to be the boss, the ones in jail wish they were free Niggas call me Hi-C because I'm high as you can see Niggas say they paid they dues, well I'm checking your receipt Might as well go stupid since this is a stupid beat Grab the owl out the tree, and ask that bitch, who but me? Got ya bitch bent over nigga, hands to her feet Tell that pig and that cow I'll go ham if it's beef Cause all my niggas well rounded, don't fuck with none of these square niggas Mask on, Ghostface Killah, draw down and erase niggas I'm a Blood, is you a blood donor? Swisher full of that California I hit it sideways, catacorner Then she catch that nut like pneumonia Lil Tunechi Lay it down ho Lay it down bitch Lay it down ho Lay it down Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down Put the money on the couch nigga Gimme everything up in you house nigga, Shut yo mouth nigga Start it up, vroom vroom Uppercut a bitch out the bus, boom boom Unless I get the brain, poom poom She let a nigga run and get the gang, run a train, zoom zoom Tryna get paid too soon, one deep One sweep away in a room room We getting money over here, talking shit and fucking bitches, I don't know what the fuck they doing Tune My syrup purple, my turf Earth My birth circle, I'll dirt surf you I'll squirt murk you, my hurtful My shooters still got curb curfews Yall bout as hot as von dutch Yall not gone harm much Hijack yall some prom busts Ain't no retreat but my arms up We don't graffiti, my bombs up It's Young Money in this shit until a nigga dead and gone If you wanna set it off, what you wanna bet it on? I'm betting the wedding's off when everything is wetted on Point 'em out, Truk ya life Fuck ya style, fuck with me You a bucket foul, niggas'll buck ya smile For a dunkin pile, you better duck it, pal Shawty, what's yo name? Is you tricking? Is you paying? Is you sniffing on that cane? What the fuck is you saying? If you getting it, then you getting it It's my money I ain't splittiing it I ain't tripling it, if she got a fat ass, then I'm tipping it Come out the bank, bye teller Give a bum money, hi fella Bad lil ho, high yellow Brand new roley, sky dweller Just left from Dubai Flew private eye I made a million dollars, swear to God that ain't no lie I said them niggas was poppin Fake niggas be watchin My black glove be drippin wet, but I got my Cochran Losing ain't no option, I'm teaching bitches my doctrine The Maybach ain't poppin if it ain't got no partation Oops I mean partition, it's all a part of my vision I sit and count this money while I watch you bitches audition I dont give a fuck You dont hear me, you dont see me. Bitch you gon' feel me ho Young Money Young-young Money nigga. Young-young, lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down Lay it down, lay it down, you hoes lay it down, ah! SONGWRITERS CARTER, DWAYNE / PANKEY, PETER JR / MINAJ, NICKI / PENTZ, THOMAS WESLEY PUBLISHED BY