Nicki Minaj - Miami lyrics

Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty]

[Nicki Minaj - Miami lyrics]

I ain't really finna tell y'all how to
Get away with murder and shit

Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs
Low-low on them Xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talkin' mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town
I ain't chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties
They come with a fatty too much money
I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm La Belle of the ball
You could call me Patti

I flew in from Trinidad
Peep this nigga pressin'
I think that he popped a molly
'cause look how he sweatin'
I'ma let my niggas rob him as
Soon as it set in
None of you bum bitches can't
Sit with me and Gretchen
It's the biggest, a bitch
Ain't cough one time, it's the sickest
I don't never clique up
But they know who the clique is
Fast little bitches
But of course I'm the quickest
Mortal Kombat, ninja Nicki, who ya pick is?

Ayo, queen, got the customers out here, man
They lovin' this shit, man
They lovin' this shit, man
Where you at, man? Where you at, man?
We need you here, man, I know you in Miami

Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs
Low-low on them Xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talkin' mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town
I ain't chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties
They come with a fatty too much money
I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm La Belle of the ball
You could call me Patti

Yo, you could take all of my
Bitches out to Abu Dhabi
Let one of my besties
Confiscate your Maserati
You should throw a party on
The yacht for everybody
If we fuck your shit up, OMG, I'm very sorry
You could call me Barbie
'cause I look just like a dolly
Yes, I bury them when they come for me
Call me Halle since I finished her
My niggas call me the finale
I'm a busy bitch, I'm filthy rich
No time to Polly ayo, swerve to the palace
This the Queen’s like it’s Hollis
Put 15 million dollars, on it, ask LL
I'm doin' it
Don't get cute and ruin it, all my skill
I hone it
I pity opponents, it look easy don't it
(It look easy don't it
It look easy don't it)

Just the other day I was out in Miami
Got the low-low on them Percs
Low-low on them Xannies
Nigga's know my bitches petty
I ain't talkin' mani's
Pull up with a lot of baddies
Don't forget the Addies
When I run up in the town
I ain't chitty-chatty
Got some real pretty titties
They come with a fatty too much money
I ain't never need a sugar daddy
I'm La Belle of the ball
You could call me Patti

Yo, Nick, what's good? This ya boy Patty Duke
Man, you already know we got
Shit movin' out here, man
That these bitches ain't fuckin' wit' you
They ain't fuckin' wit' the team
Man, all of 'em, man
'Cause niggas know that bag heavy, boy
That bag heavy
Niggas get fuckin' dropped 'round here
Queens get the money, man
Never fakin' it, always makin' it, ya heard?
Iconic shit, man

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