My name you cannot slander at all girl, watch your manners
She run and tell her mother, "I think I love him, Nana." :inlove:
Because you sat upon my lap? Nah, I ain't Santa
Look sucker, this my gun butter
Street fighter bytches, this the up cutter
Nunchucka', no time to ducka'
Sign of the cross, cause this is her last suppa'
Play with me, check who came with me
I bought a couple 9′s, plus the k's with me
I breeze through Queens to check some bad bytches
I stunt so hard, assess the damages
Cause this that aw, this is that aw
And yes, I body bytches go get the bandages
Young yummy, fukk you got for me
I hate a phony bytch that front that chum chummy
I'm me top shotta' drop the top toppa'
Big fat p*ssy with a icy watch
[Hook]
I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You're not a believer, suck a big dikk
When I fly, it's one letter and one number
You wack hoes could get hot for one summer
After that the queen will still reign here
I'm Santa Clause to these hoes without a reindeer
Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I'm in the hood, nikkas is getting woodies
Hit up Hot Topic, Nicki Minaj hoodies
I'm a Brand bytch I'm a BRAND
Go to Harlem, and get Cam
It's dipset, get your dikk wet
Boarded the big jet, and got a big check
Now you tell me, who the fukk is winning
I'm on my Russell Simmons, Nicki denim, Nicki linen
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