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Go Hard

Nicki Minaj. She is a rapper and a song writer

 

 

 

Yo, SB, I think it’s my time

You know why? My tears have dried

And I know that no weapon formed against me will prosper

And I truly believe that my haters are my motivators

Young Money

 

If you could you would get rid of me

Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard

But I won’t let you get to me

You should already figure I’mma a go hard

 

If you was as real as me you would never

Let another girl sit in your throne

I done put the choke hold on now

They screamin’, “Nicki leave me alone”

 

I am, I’m still the one to beat

Ain’t in a rush for mainstream

I am the streets, I am gettin’ it in until the end

I gotta go, go, go, go hard

 

Gotta go, lemme get the car key

You don’t want it with the Harajuku Barbie

Keep a marquis, everythin’ sparkly

Hit ’em on a walkie-talkie

 

Hit ’em, hit ’em knock, knock

Tell ’em let me in, my name ring bells bitch buzz me in

And I only stop for pedestrians

Or real, real bad lesbian

 

Hit ’em wit the Mac, hit ’em wit the Tech 9

Hit ’em wit the Ruger by the intersect sign

Hit ’em wit a Tommy so my niggas call me Pammy

And I always keep a jimmy in the truck or in the Lamby

 

Put my whole burrough on my back and I’m gooda

I don’t wanna hear what you would, what you coulda

I represent all the girls that stood up

Used to drink water wit a little bit of sugar

 

Now I’m in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups

Doin’ the scissor-leg on the mat wit my foot up

Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up

Now I’m tellin’ L.A. Reid to step his bid up

 

And I’m tellin’ President Carter he picked a winner

Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma

These birds all fly south in the winter

Fuck, I look like chompin’ on a chicken dinner

 

You can hate me but why knock my hustle?

I’m a be a queen no matter how they shuffle

Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle

I’m a bad bitch, no muzzle, no muzzle

 

Bitches is softer than al dente

Cut from a different kentae, tell ’em I’m the ninja

Weezy is my sensei, so I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter

Gimme my chopsticks, I’ll have the rap bitches for dinner

 

This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis

This is for my nigga 7-up in Castaki

This is for my niggas wheelying them Kawasaki’s

Shout out to the vakiees, salt fish ackees

 

Kisses is to my fans unless I’m feeling kinda cocky

Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it’s kinda rocky

I am Nicki Minaj or Lewinski

Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed

Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me

 

If you could you would get rid of me

Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard

But I won’t let you get to me

You should already figure I’mma a go hard

 

If you was as real as me you would never

Let another girl sit in your throne

I done put the choke on now

They screamin’, “Nicki leave me alone”

 

I am, I will, I gots to win

I’m still lookin’ around for my competition

I am gettin’ it in until the end

I gotta go, go, go, go hard

 

From slap and cry you start to die, so I must go harder

Gotta make these bitches know me just like Bobby know water

Better yet like Bubba, know shrimp but he don’t say shit

When the gun on his lip and I don’t say shit put the gun

 

On my hip, so I don’t say shit but the gun on my hip

If you don’t wanna drown don’t come on my ship

Check how them bitches just run on my dick

And me, I’m nasty as a son of a bitch

I still got that bitch cum on my lips

 

If you ain’t got money don’t come on my strip

And if you got money don’t come on my strip

I wear that metal, no Olympic

But I can still make you tumble and flip

 

You fuckin’ wit me if you fuckin wit Nick

They ain’t fuckin’ wit me, they ain’t fuckin’ wit Nick

Your girlfriend her decision is split

‘Cause she wanna fuck me and she wanna fuck Nick

 

They wonder if he be fuckin Nick

As long as she be fuckin’ rich

That’s why I keep my luggage

‘Cause I swear y’all a fuckin’ trip

 

Young Money Dungeon, bitch, my swagger just punching bitch

And I shoot like I’m from overseas, so call my gun Gunovich

Weezy F. baby and the F is for a bunch of shit

Red drank, blue pill, white dust, yes, I love my country bitch, yeah

 

Wish you could get rid of Young Money

Fuck you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?

But I won’t let you get to me

You should already figure I’mma go hard

 

If you was as real as me you would never

Let another girl sit in your throne

I done put the choke on now

They screamin’, “Nicki leave me alone”

 

I am, I will, I gots to win

I’m still lookin’ around for my competition

I am gettin’ it in until the end

I gotta go, go, go, go hard

 

 

 

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