Ayesha Erotica, Nicki Minaj - Sexy back lyrics

Mía que quien and I'm up in the mix
If I ain't up in the 5
Then I'm driving the 6
Then you owe a couple thou' if
You step on my kicks
Trying ask me for a hit
Bitch you're making me sick
Trying match with the queen mean
More than a dub
I'm the kinda bitch that freebase in the club
Wanna, test my crazy, will get touched
Put the mace in your face
Bitch that's what's up
I'm dirty, but my diamonds clean
You're blinded by the way
That my diamonds gleam
See, I'm the kinda bitch
That got finer things
I want, luxury and designer jeans
You can catch me in Vegas catch me in Tokyo
Catch me on the dick tryna ride like a rodеo
Yeehaw, I'mma ride it good
You can eat me likе I'm
Little Red Riding Hood

Yo, I'ma give 'em what they asked for
On my James Brown flow with my afro, uh
Tell 'em meet me in the back though
And they better have my
Motherfuckin' cash flow
When I'm chillin' out in
Houston with the Astros
And they know that I get
Flyer than an acrobat
They can't see me from the back row, back
I shut it down with my clique though, clack
I know what I don't know
Always pregnant with some sons
But I don't show, uh
New York, I'm in SoHo
Gotta hit the UK for some promo, uh
On it, I'm not entertained
Me and you are not the same
Bringing it back like Rogaine
Let us do us like romaine

Walk right by the line in my mink
Got a gram of moon rock slipped in my drink
Gotta hit the bathroom, straight to the sink
Chop a line, get a hit, I'm gone in a blink
Of the public eye, fuck being shy
I'mma serve it up, bitch
You can eat this pie
Wait, I dip to the back of the room
Got my head on the wall when the bass ba boom
Kaboom bitch, I ate this
Flipped this and paid this
Two times the pussy
I should be on the A-list
Famous, you're never gonna bring it to me
When I jiggle in the Gucci
Know I got it for free
Bitch coming for me? Uh uh, no luck
Mean mugging me when I give no fuck
Don't press me, bitch, you don't impress me
Talk that talk and this could get messy, uh

Sky dweller check, helicopter pad
Droppin' off a body bag
Money talk, guess I got the gift of gab
Don't interject, don't intercept
You ain't on a jet
You ain't meet a bitch with
This kinda money yet yeah, I got an Audemar
I ain't set the time once
And I know they say they shine
I ain't seen 'em shine once
All these rappers is my sons
And I'm always nine months
Man if this was baseball
I ain't let 'em slide once
Do you see now? You playin' D now?
Oh, you wanna beat me, how?
Oh, you the number one draft
In the league now?
Ride down ya block, doors 12 o'clock
Lambo, the drop, bike niggas
Ain't stoppin' for a cop (Nigga)
I got this shit locked tighter
Than a bear hug
When them bitches rap, niggas need an earplug