Nicki Minaj – Chun Swae lyrics

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
[?]
Pull up with no top
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo I’m me, I’m Barbie dripping
DB9, Barbie whipping
If he say he don’t want me back, he be lying
Bitch I’m the sauce, Barbie dipping
I’m the boss, Barbie sipping
They keep telling working it, I ain’t got no chores
I’m all yours, Barbie kissing
Call the stores, Barbie tripping
Out or indoors, baby I’m a floss
Wet, why of course, Barbie tipping
I endorse, Barbie stripping
Mink carpet, but I ain’t got no flaws
Doors look like rings, Barbie sitting
By the bing, Barbie tripping
Curve niggas like they arms in a sling
Hot off the swing, Barbie swinging
To the ring, Barbie blinging
Good box, Zoey call [?] King
Who the fuck gon’ party with them dollies [?] you probably gon’ sew
Who the fuck gon’ cop me with the body, always thinking like a hottie, always saying what someone won’t do
Who the fuck gonna pull up in your city, looking every bit pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew
Who the fuck gon’ beat him with a 22, if he don’t lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Thousand dollar massage
I don’t wanna mess my [?]
Anything I like goes in the cart
Imma spend it all to prove a point
Rolling west coast on the [?]
If she like it imma let her hit off my joint
You know I’m a sport
When I cash out its her favorite part

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
They deliver my Lambo, all white with a tambo
My body is a work of art, he eating this Van Gogh
I’m not in the bando, I’m Pablo
Sandals, white beaches, candles
We sexing, anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all the niggas wanna cuff for?
A lot of bloods, what you think they in the cut for?
Yeah it’s the sweet, I ain’t talking when the dust fall
My winner streaks still hasn’t peaked you little dust ball
Bitch I’m a star-ar, me [?]
G-Force flights, catch me on the runway, yah, yah
[?] in Milan, you see me modeling, ah
Dinner with Car-ar, dinner with Car, like I fuck yah
Yeah this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah
You’re used to taking pictures, I go raise the bar far
I’m bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, yah, hay
America’s Next Top Model, call me, yah, yah
Everytime I score she gon’ hear them swishes, ah
Tell that bitch I’m in the lead, she still play for Wichita
I [?]
Call me the swish God
The swish, swish God?
Yup the swish God?

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Mhm, shout out Giovanni
For doing that Barbie Tingz video, uh-huh
[?], yuh, uh-huh
You still on my Naomi shit
[?] even the models tip
Weezy, Mac, Baby, Slim
Jay I see you,[?], Taz, Al, [?]
[?], Avery, [?], Katrina, Dave, Garry Josh
[?] Banks
Juice, I see you Juice
Keep me rolling Juice
You’re in the middle of Queen right now, thinking
I see why she called this shit Queen
This bitch is really the fucking Queen
I love my fans, I love you so much

Rae Sremmurd – Up In My Cocina Lyrics

[Intro]
EarDrummers

[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Ice everything, I need a figure skater
Eating five star meals, tipping waiters
PJ, skip commercial flights, that’s no delaying
I had too many guests, my neighbours start complaining
Sun beaming, my chains jingling, I’m chinky
Bitch so pink, broke hoes freak me
B-Y-O-B came back, washed in my dreams
Missed it if you blink, smell the purp, she wink
Bad bitches R.S.V.P
Yes I gotta switch the swag four times a week (four times)
Mamma mia, I didn’t even see her
New six-seater, would not wanna be ya

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter?
Nothin’ but divas, up in my cocina
Grab up hands, switch up hands, don’t just linger
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer
Eating clams, rolling grams
The con man has other plans
Helipad, dizzy by the time I land
Helipad, I’m so done with first class

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
With a bag and a baddie like Selena
Mamma mia, cash flipping, tortilla
Through the path, to the stash where I post
I go via Sprinter or limousine-a
Get the clout, tuck my shirt, then I leave ya
So much dough, we hopped in the pizzeria
It’s all good cause I’m smoking Aloe Vera
Next Top Model give me brain like neutrogena
Don’t just tear up, won’t scream [?]
New [?] and that big line greener
Through a smoke screen, they don’t even see us
Kick my feet up, if they bust down, hoe, just sleaze up
When we got up out that slump, the grass was greener
Girls cheerleading, when they score, they try to cheat us
Wife-beaters and I’m sippin’ Titos
Can’t you tell? That shit was my nino

[Verse 3: Slim Jxmmi]
New (?) (check), I’ll take that on DeeBo (gimme that)
Golden boy, I’ll hop out like I’m CeeLo (yes!)
Pardon my ego, they won’t jack my SteeLo (no way!)
Bring the divas to the mansion in Encino (yeah, let’s do it)
Say she fuck with the Sremms, she want G-Low
Marshawn Lynch, bust a play, I’m in beast mode (beast mode)
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame like Mick Jagger (yeah, yeah)
R.I.P them but bet, we still counting badges (faster)
Diamond rings on my finger, I’m a bachelor (I’ma bachelor)
College dropout, got the money, that’s my masters (fuck it)
Mamma mia, tu eres bonita
Nothing but divas, up in my (?)
Helipad, helipad, helipad (woo, woo)
I pay cash, I pay cash, I pay cash (Jxmm)

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
When I land in the sand, where’s my greeter?
Nothin’ but divas, up in my cocina
Grab up hands, switch up hands, don’t just linger
Rock & Roll Hall of Fame, not a singer
Eating clams, rolling grams
The conman has other plans
Helipad, dizzy by the time I land
Helipad, I’m so done with first class