Gravy, Nicki Minaj - Affirmative Action lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
[Gravy, Nicki Minaj - Affirmative Action lyrics]
Dirty Money be a team, weed bricks and beams
Lambos and beamers, in my borough we hold it
Down hotter than Phoenix
I got a forty carat
Count two bricks for forty thou
Find me in St louis
You're blowin' on some kiki
Tokin', what's it to you?
Nicki Minaj, she the future
Fresh outta Jamaica, suitcase with the paper
Silencers to help you meet your maker
No burial, cremator
We don't give 'em ultimatums
My life is like Satan
Even God couldn't save him
I'm in the Chrysler on the
Highway racin' the Viper
Scope with the beam hittin'
Niggas like sniper
Clinton in Sing Sing, my comrads is lifers
Hold your head up for all
My niggas that's on Riker's
To my Trinis and Guyanese
Crew hold your lighters
Ghostwrite for so much niggas I got arthritis
I got the magic touch and
I ain't talkin' 'bout Midas
Divided companies
Little weaklings minus the minors
A half a brick in her vagina
And go down South to Carolina
Come back up and flip pounds of marijuana
Motherfuckers, truck full of llamas
So it has to be rat that we sold ya
I got that purple with me nigga
Let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
So it has to be rat that we sold ya
I got that purple with me nigga
Let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
I used to be a effin' baby like Weezy
Seen me with the nigga Gravy
Now they hate me
Fuckin' with Minaj, lil mama
Ain't the thang to do
I been hot since your hat had a kangaroo
And I keep a good bar, like a can of brew
So it's Mrs goodbar, no thanks to you
Fendi call the fight club
Tell 'em that the match on
Who the fuck I gotta done
Before they catch on?
I'm the one bitch, I ain't never stutter
The toast I'mma run with never need a butter
Queens on the map, yeah, Queens is back
First bitch to talk smack
About Queens get yacked
C'mon, I take trips out of town with bricks
Got surveillance on the whips
They behind the six
But I got the kind of face
That will make the J
Say alright, lil mama, I'mma get you a break
Then I set up shop where
They coppin' them thangs
Gotta to keep the hidden cam
On top of the range
I'm the head honcho, get work from papi
And dead pancho, couldn't ID the body
So they said John Doe
Got hit up with the shotty
And his Bed-Stuy ho
So it has to be rat that we sold ya
I got that purple with me nigga
Let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
So it has to be rat that we sold ya
I got that purple with me nigga
Let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
Lambos and beamers, in my borough we hold it
Down hotter than Phoenix
I got a forty carat
Count two bricks for forty thou
Find me in St louis
You're blowin' on some kiki
Tokin', what's it to you?
Nicki Minaj, she the future
Fresh outta Jamaica, suitcase with the paper
Silencers to help you meet your maker
No burial, cremator
We don't give 'em ultimatums
My life is like Satan
Even God couldn't save him
I'm in the Chrysler on the
Highway racin' the Viper
Scope with the beam hittin'
Niggas like sniper
Clinton in Sing Sing, my comrads is lifers
Hold your head up for all
My niggas that's on Riker's
To my Trinis and Guyanese
Crew hold your lighters
Ghostwrite for so much niggas I got arthritis
I got the magic touch and
I ain't talkin' 'bout Midas
Divided companies
Little weaklings minus the minors
A half a brick in her vagina
And go down South to Carolina
Come back up and flip pounds of marijuana
Motherfuckers, truck full of llamas
So it has to be rat that we sold ya
I got that purple with me nigga
Let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
So it has to be rat that we sold ya
I got that purple with me nigga
Let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
I used to be a effin' baby like Weezy
Seen me with the nigga Gravy
Now they hate me
Fuckin' with Minaj, lil mama
Ain't the thang to do
I been hot since your hat had a kangaroo
And I keep a good bar, like a can of brew
So it's Mrs goodbar, no thanks to you
Fendi call the fight club
Tell 'em that the match on
Who the fuck I gotta done
Before they catch on?
I'm the one bitch, I ain't never stutter
The toast I'mma run with never need a butter
Queens on the map, yeah, Queens is back
First bitch to talk smack
About Queens get yacked
C'mon, I take trips out of town with bricks
Got surveillance on the whips
They behind the six
But I got the kind of face
That will make the J
Say alright, lil mama, I'mma get you a break
Then I set up shop where
They coppin' them thangs
Gotta to keep the hidden cam
On top of the range
I'm the head honcho, get work from papi
And dead pancho, couldn't ID the body
So they said John Doe
Got hit up with the shotty
And his Bed-Stuy ho
So it has to be rat that we sold ya
I got that purple with me nigga
Let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas
So it has to be rat that we sold ya
I got that purple with me nigga
Let's roll up
I got my gat with me, don't make me fold ya
The hollow tips man, to kill you dojas