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Hip Hop Awards ’09

Nicki Minaj and finger

 

 

 

Uh

Call me Dracula, cuz all i do is count chips

Ya money mini i aint talkin’ bout the mouse trick

These girls runnin’ like i jus threw the bouquet

They know i’m headed to the top like a toupee

Now all the bums is wonderin’ where i beez at

If you aint a barbie, it’s none of your freakin beezwax

These lil rappers, i can see ’em in my bash cam

I know they grouchy like Oscar up out the trash can

I’m on stage

You can sit in the crowd

I be up in leir jets

Take a left at the cloud (hehe)

I think she needs the heimlich

She da chokin kind

She gets no burns

No smoking sign (yea)

Metaphor, heaven

So they approve Nicki like my credit scores’ seven

Mac n’ cheese stix, fried chicken, da guts?

And i’m killen these bxtches

Mike Vickin it up

CHEA

 

 

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