Nicki Minaj - Who’s Ya Best MC? lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
[Nicki Minaj - Who’s Ya Best MC? lyrics]
You know they say Nicki spit crazy
Get it poppin' like M-80's
Or twin tre-eighties
Young Money First Lady, ya know
Baby girl of the group
I'm also known as baby girl in the coupe
Never get me confused with baby
Girl in the hoop 'Cause Nicki stay fly like
That Cash Money dude
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Like Marilyn Monroe
I got a S-curl flow, I spit slick, ya know?
And I don't just spit raps, and chit-chat
Nicki could get it in, Nicki could spit gats
Ya girl got hustle, Nicki could pitch crack
But Nicki rather chill and stack a mil'
While these hoes stay in hoods
Like rats for real
My voice stay on the track
Like a Mac for real
Riding the baseline like 'Quille O'Neal
Gassed ya baby father for the
Keys to the Escalade
Not a baby momma but I'm drama like Kay Slate
What can I say? That's how ya girl do
Ya girl stay fresh down to the cuticles
My people smoke dutches
We don't fluck with bamboo
I'm a winner mami, ya career's a gamble
Old ass broad, off track, like bad weaves
Nicki stay on her toes, on point
Like ballerines
Let me remind you, I'm gettin' a tan, too
Ya caramel dream, ya girl from Queens
They say I'm too pretty
To be spittin' sixteen
I should be on the screen
Posin' for Maybelline
Or be a Baby Phat girl, kitten on my jean
Hood star broad, Black Barbie Doll
Pardon me if the cockiness botherin' y'all
I'm just bein' Nicki Minaj, ya know?
Girl from around way, without the L Cool J
Ma' you spit Kool-Aid, I spit acid out
Doin' this since you was Reebok
Classic Doubt
Now this ho wanna get at Nic', why?
'Cause I bagged her baby daddy
She ain't seen him since nic' so gutter
Lil' white tee and some Air Max on
Some Dolce Gabban', pretty panties on
Like, wait 'til the summer
Catch me up in the hummer
On my way to five-five front
Run with the Rucker and every baller wanna
Never give out my number
Only the email, cherry-thong dot-com, holler
Name a girl as real as her
Nope, not them, who's your best
MCs? Nic', Fox, and Kim, can't forget Rem'
Nic' up in the Porsche Box or the Benz
Get it poppin' like M-80's
Or twin tre-eighties
Young Money First Lady, ya know
Baby girl of the group
I'm also known as baby girl in the coupe
Never get me confused with baby
Girl in the hoop 'Cause Nicki stay fly like
That Cash Money dude
I'm stuntin' on these hoes
Like Marilyn Monroe
I got a S-curl flow, I spit slick, ya know?
And I don't just spit raps, and chit-chat
Nicki could get it in, Nicki could spit gats
Ya girl got hustle, Nicki could pitch crack
But Nicki rather chill and stack a mil'
While these hoes stay in hoods
Like rats for real
My voice stay on the track
Like a Mac for real
Riding the baseline like 'Quille O'Neal
Gassed ya baby father for the
Keys to the Escalade
Not a baby momma but I'm drama like Kay Slate
What can I say? That's how ya girl do
Ya girl stay fresh down to the cuticles
My people smoke dutches
We don't fluck with bamboo
I'm a winner mami, ya career's a gamble
Old ass broad, off track, like bad weaves
Nicki stay on her toes, on point
Like ballerines
Let me remind you, I'm gettin' a tan, too
Ya caramel dream, ya girl from Queens
They say I'm too pretty
To be spittin' sixteen
I should be on the screen
Posin' for Maybelline
Or be a Baby Phat girl, kitten on my jean
Hood star broad, Black Barbie Doll
Pardon me if the cockiness botherin' y'all
I'm just bein' Nicki Minaj, ya know?
Girl from around way, without the L Cool J
Ma' you spit Kool-Aid, I spit acid out
Doin' this since you was Reebok
Classic Doubt
Now this ho wanna get at Nic', why?
'Cause I bagged her baby daddy
She ain't seen him since nic' so gutter
Lil' white tee and some Air Max on
Some Dolce Gabban', pretty panties on
Like, wait 'til the summer
Catch me up in the hummer
On my way to five-five front
Run with the Rucker and every baller wanna
Never give out my number
Only the email, cherry-thong dot-com, holler
Name a girl as real as her
Nope, not them, who's your best
MCs? Nic', Fox, and Kim, can't forget Rem'
Nic' up in the Porsche Box or the Benz