Nicki Minaj - Womp Womp lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
[Nicki Minaj - Womp Womp lyrics]
Uh huh, okay
How you gon' tell me I'm not the best
(Ch yeah)
That came out the West? Um, I mean the East
See (Uh)
I'm the president, but I don't live in DC
(Okay) i rep the NY
(Word) FYI, I said I rep the NY, FYI
I get them pies to them
Guys that say, "¡Ay, ay, ay!"
(Uh)
I'm the head honcho (Okay) get work from papi
And dead Pancho, put him in the roncho (Uh)
I mean Range Rov' where we let them things go
(Okay) i only fuck with dudes that
Could let their chain show
(Get your chain out, nigga)
I'm such a eighty's babe (Uh, huh)
Think you can beat me, then you're azy-cray
(Oh)
Body bitches, have them pushing up aisies day
(Haha) won't you be my DJ, like Lazy K?
(He on the one's and two's, bitch)
I'm such a psycho, niggas call me Michael
(Uh, huh) nicki been hot
Since you was on your tricycle (Ch yeah)
Bitches, Romans, countrymen (Uh, huh)
You salute the president with
Your country friend (Okay)
Bitch, you ain't writin' shit
You get ten percent (What up?)
And you softer than them dudes
With their wrist-es bent (Ah-a-a-a-a ha)
It's Nickelodeon (Kyuh)
I am the president, where my podium?
(Uh, huh)
And why these girls salty? Why they sodium?
(I don't know)
Is it because my flow slicker than petroleum?
(Woo) see, I'm that yellow bus girl
They say "Nicki, you the best, "
And I tell them "Uh, dur"
(Oh) you tell me what I know
I guess I must concur (Okay)
I'm the reason why these bitches yellin'
"Fuck her" (Yes sir)
'Cause everybody hate when you're
Great and you're caking (Why is that?)
And when I say caking
I ain't talkin' 'bout bakin' (Oh, okay)
But they gon' get it all wrong (Oh)
Fucking with them fake thugs and
Them fake Don Juans (Uh, huh)
Say he got workers like the kids in Hong Kong
(Stop lyin')
But he ain't getting chips unless
You count them Bon Tons (Oh, shit)
Tell that nigga "womp, womp"
'Cause you ain't gettin' chips unless
You count then Bon Tons (Ha ha haha)
How the only chips you got
Is Bon Ton potato chips?
Like, that's what I don't understand, I
Try to tell these niggas, like
You can't be serious i'm Nicki Minaj
Other than that, like
If you can't see I'm the best
I mean really, you know, these
Bitches so washed up, like
I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm walkin' around with them dryer sheets
Like, you know
The sheets that you throw in the dryer
Yeah, I'm walkin' around with them shit's now
‘Cause, like
When I see these washed up ass bitches
I'm just throwin' them on
Bitches like, real talk, like
I'm just throwin' it on bitches like
Bitch, hit the dryer, you washed, haha
Dirty Money, kyuh
How you gon' tell me I'm not the best
(Ch yeah)
That came out the West? Um, I mean the East
See (Uh)
I'm the president, but I don't live in DC
(Okay) i rep the NY
(Word) FYI, I said I rep the NY, FYI
I get them pies to them
Guys that say, "¡Ay, ay, ay!"
(Uh)
I'm the head honcho (Okay) get work from papi
And dead Pancho, put him in the roncho (Uh)
I mean Range Rov' where we let them things go
(Okay) i only fuck with dudes that
Could let their chain show
(Get your chain out, nigga)
I'm such a eighty's babe (Uh, huh)
Think you can beat me, then you're azy-cray
(Oh)
Body bitches, have them pushing up aisies day
(Haha) won't you be my DJ, like Lazy K?
(He on the one's and two's, bitch)
I'm such a psycho, niggas call me Michael
(Uh, huh) nicki been hot
Since you was on your tricycle (Ch yeah)
Bitches, Romans, countrymen (Uh, huh)
You salute the president with
Your country friend (Okay)
Bitch, you ain't writin' shit
You get ten percent (What up?)
And you softer than them dudes
With their wrist-es bent (Ah-a-a-a-a ha)
It's Nickelodeon (Kyuh)
I am the president, where my podium?
(Uh, huh)
And why these girls salty? Why they sodium?
(I don't know)
Is it because my flow slicker than petroleum?
(Woo) see, I'm that yellow bus girl
They say "Nicki, you the best, "
And I tell them "Uh, dur"
(Oh) you tell me what I know
I guess I must concur (Okay)
I'm the reason why these bitches yellin'
"Fuck her" (Yes sir)
'Cause everybody hate when you're
Great and you're caking (Why is that?)
And when I say caking
I ain't talkin' 'bout bakin' (Oh, okay)
But they gon' get it all wrong (Oh)
Fucking with them fake thugs and
Them fake Don Juans (Uh, huh)
Say he got workers like the kids in Hong Kong
(Stop lyin')
But he ain't getting chips unless
You count them Bon Tons (Oh, shit)
Tell that nigga "womp, womp"
'Cause you ain't gettin' chips unless
You count then Bon Tons (Ha ha haha)
How the only chips you got
Is Bon Ton potato chips?
Like, that's what I don't understand, I
Try to tell these niggas, like
You can't be serious i'm Nicki Minaj
Other than that, like
If you can't see I'm the best
I mean really, you know, these
Bitches so washed up, like
I'm, I'm, I'm
I'm walkin' around with them dryer sheets
Like, you know
The sheets that you throw in the dryer
Yeah, I'm walkin' around with them shit's now
‘Cause, like
When I see these washed up ass bitches
I'm just throwin' them on
Bitches like, real talk, like
I'm just throwin' it on bitches like
Bitch, hit the dryer, you washed, haha
Dirty Money, kyuh