Tinie Tempah, Nicki Minaj - Shitted On Em lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
[Tinie Tempah, Nicki Minaj - Shitted On Em lyrics]
Far from a rookie
Man I'm far from an amateur
Rappers hit the booth and then
They turn into characters
Word to my record label, word to my manager
Life is like a fucking red
Number in a calendar
Every day a holiday, I'm buttoned up
My collar straight
We Disturbing London make them
Niggas do geography same Nikes on but nigga
Mine are different colour, wait
Now my face up in the Source
And I ain't talking hollandaise
Yeah I just shitted on 'em
I like my women nice and thick
With no knickers on 'em
Every message on my phone has
Got some kisses on 'em
All my shows sold out, no tickets for 'em
All them niggas is my sons (is my sons)
I just shitted on 'em, I got the runs
All I see is numbers, nigga sums
I number two'd on number two, one
All these bitches is my sons
And I'mma go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick
I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals
I might break you off
And we ain't making up I
Don't need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam - radiator
(That was a earthquake, bitch) Shitted on 'em
(You felt the ground shake
Right?) Man I just shitted on 'em
(You bitches ain't fucking with
Her) Shitted on 'em
(You must of - A-a-a-h) Put
Yo' number two's in
The air if you did it on 'em
(You must've lost your fucking
Mind) Shitted on 'em
(You must've bumped your fucking head) Man
I just shitted on 'em
(You crazy, stupid, ugly
Monkey-looking bitches) shitted on 'em
Put yo' number two's in the air
If you did it on 'em
This stone is flawless: F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to eff one
But I'mma eat them rap bitches
When the chef come throw some fresh one's
More talent in my mu'fuckin left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the bitch def dumb
You ain't my son you my muthafuckin step-son
(I don't know what layaway look
Like) Shitted on 'em
(Bitch, I can't even spell welfare) Man
I just shitted on 'em
(You got me mistaken with your mother
Ho) Shitted on 'em
(You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole)
Put yo' number two's in the air
If you did it on 'em
(We at the top bitch - G5) Shitted on 'em
(Louis Vuitton everything
Bitch) Man I just shitted on 'em
(Gucci - we don't fuck with
It, it's too cheap, motherfucker)
(You bitches - Ahh Man) shitted on 'em
Put yo' number two's in the air
If you did it on 'em
Man I'm far from an amateur
Rappers hit the booth and then
They turn into characters
Word to my record label, word to my manager
Life is like a fucking red
Number in a calendar
Every day a holiday, I'm buttoned up
My collar straight
We Disturbing London make them
Niggas do geography same Nikes on but nigga
Mine are different colour, wait
Now my face up in the Source
And I ain't talking hollandaise
Yeah I just shitted on 'em
I like my women nice and thick
With no knickers on 'em
Every message on my phone has
Got some kisses on 'em
All my shows sold out, no tickets for 'em
All them niggas is my sons (is my sons)
I just shitted on 'em, I got the runs
All I see is numbers, nigga sums
I number two'd on number two, one
All these bitches is my sons
And I'mma go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick
I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals
I might break you off
And we ain't making up I
Don't need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam - radiator
(That was a earthquake, bitch) Shitted on 'em
(You felt the ground shake
Right?) Man I just shitted on 'em
(You bitches ain't fucking with
Her) Shitted on 'em
(You must of - A-a-a-h) Put
Yo' number two's in
The air if you did it on 'em
(You must've lost your fucking
Mind) Shitted on 'em
(You must've bumped your fucking head) Man
I just shitted on 'em
(You crazy, stupid, ugly
Monkey-looking bitches) shitted on 'em
Put yo' number two's in the air
If you did it on 'em
This stone is flawless: F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to eff one
But I'mma eat them rap bitches
When the chef come throw some fresh one's
More talent in my mu'fuckin left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the bitch def dumb
You ain't my son you my muthafuckin step-son
(I don't know what layaway look
Like) Shitted on 'em
(Bitch, I can't even spell welfare) Man
I just shitted on 'em
(You got me mistaken with your mother
Ho) Shitted on 'em
(You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole)
Put yo' number two's in the air
If you did it on 'em
(We at the top bitch - G5) Shitted on 'em
(Louis Vuitton everything
Bitch) Man I just shitted on 'em
(Gucci - we don't fuck with
It, it's too cheap, motherfucker)
(You bitches - Ahh Man) shitted on 'em
Put yo' number two's in the air
If you did it on 'em