Nicki Minaj - Dead Wrong lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
[Nicki Minaj - Dead Wrong lyrics]
You be yellin' boom boom
When you really pum-pum
See, my flow hotter than noon in June, June
(Kyuh) if Biggie was alive, he'd sign me
I'm the New Edition, like Bobby and Ronnie
(Word)
Just give me the beat and a bottle of Dasani
And I don't need Clyde, I'm
A boss, fuck a Bonnie, ya dig?
(Fuck out of here)
Religious like the preachers
(Ugh) , I came to warn you (Uh, huh)
Listen bitches, I'm the teacher
Go sit in the corner (Kyuh)
How many times I gotta spit 'til
They know that I'm the bitch?
I'm flyer than a maggot, I'm on some shit
First they love you, then they switch
Yeah, they switch like faggots
That is why I keep the
Llamas in Gabanna's fabrics (I'm the shit)
Should be in Pampers, like Markie Biz's
Give anybody the business
Like her's and his'es
'Cause my flow tighter than
Them virgin bitches
You know them asalamalakum
Them Persian bitches?
And if you miss me, I'm swervin' sixes
Goddamn, ain't even pregnant
But I'm birthin' bitches
'Cause I got flavor, like that girl Deelishis
Stop actin' like you a killer
With all them girly disses, bitches
I ain't Johnny, but my, my, my-y-y
She want it with me
Tell her affi bloodclaat try-y-y
You ain't thorough, I'm the truth
You a li-i-ie
My whole borough yellin' out boom
Bye by-y-ye 'Cause when I seen her
She was shakin' in her boots (Word?)
When Nicki came through
She was throwin' up the deuce (Oh)
Slapped her, then I asked her
What's my name, she said, "N-IC"
The President of the NYC, you dead wrong
These bitches is sprung, you got it goin' on
(Ya dead wrong)
Ayo Nick', ya dead wrong (Ya dead wrong)
These bitches is bums, you got it goin' on
(Ya dead wrong) ayo Nick', ya dead wrong
Okay, kyuh, Dirty Money, nigga, what?
Uh huh, uh huh, listen
When I do it it's done, and God
Did it, I won, nigga
I'm dead wrong my nigga Patty to the dop'
Nigga, Catty to the coupe, nigga
(Kyuh) ya dead wrong
Nigga, Diggs on the board, oh
Lord, he on the board, nigga
Ya dead wrong let's go
I got's to bust my shoulders off on this one
Like, rest in peace BIG
My nigga stack bundles
'Cause ya dead wrong, ya dead wrong (Kyuh)
When you really pum-pum
See, my flow hotter than noon in June, June
(Kyuh) if Biggie was alive, he'd sign me
I'm the New Edition, like Bobby and Ronnie
(Word)
Just give me the beat and a bottle of Dasani
And I don't need Clyde, I'm
A boss, fuck a Bonnie, ya dig?
(Fuck out of here)
Religious like the preachers
(Ugh) , I came to warn you (Uh, huh)
Listen bitches, I'm the teacher
Go sit in the corner (Kyuh)
How many times I gotta spit 'til
They know that I'm the bitch?
I'm flyer than a maggot, I'm on some shit
First they love you, then they switch
Yeah, they switch like faggots
That is why I keep the
Llamas in Gabanna's fabrics (I'm the shit)
Should be in Pampers, like Markie Biz's
Give anybody the business
Like her's and his'es
'Cause my flow tighter than
Them virgin bitches
You know them asalamalakum
Them Persian bitches?
And if you miss me, I'm swervin' sixes
Goddamn, ain't even pregnant
But I'm birthin' bitches
'Cause I got flavor, like that girl Deelishis
Stop actin' like you a killer
With all them girly disses, bitches
I ain't Johnny, but my, my, my-y-y
She want it with me
Tell her affi bloodclaat try-y-y
You ain't thorough, I'm the truth
You a li-i-ie
My whole borough yellin' out boom
Bye by-y-ye 'Cause when I seen her
She was shakin' in her boots (Word?)
When Nicki came through
She was throwin' up the deuce (Oh)
Slapped her, then I asked her
What's my name, she said, "N-IC"
The President of the NYC, you dead wrong
These bitches is sprung, you got it goin' on
(Ya dead wrong)
Ayo Nick', ya dead wrong (Ya dead wrong)
These bitches is bums, you got it goin' on
(Ya dead wrong) ayo Nick', ya dead wrong
Okay, kyuh, Dirty Money, nigga, what?
Uh huh, uh huh, listen
When I do it it's done, and God
Did it, I won, nigga
I'm dead wrong my nigga Patty to the dop'
Nigga, Catty to the coupe, nigga
(Kyuh) ya dead wrong
Nigga, Diggs on the board, oh
Lord, he on the board, nigga
Ya dead wrong let's go
I got's to bust my shoulders off on this one
Like, rest in peace BIG
My nigga stack bundles
'Cause ya dead wrong, ya dead wrong (Kyuh)