| Nicki Minaj|
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|"Grindin" is track number 6.|
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And I'm about to bl-blow like snot nose
What?! Oh no, no homo
This is for my niggas, my niggas that don't know
Please tell these rap bitches to get ready
Don't get gassed unless you're getting Getty
Don't get jerk, j-jerk, don't get nutty
Fix up your paper work, you're somebody
But—you ain't better than the president
I'm just too eloquent, bitch, I'm the president!
I'll be sitting on the elephant counting all my money, where Stella went?
And I don't need my groove back unless the nigga looking like 2Pac
Unless he got colors like Tucan, Sam
Sam, I am. Different color Lams, green eggs and ham
Bet I could bake the gram like the baker's man
Stop running up on me like who? what? when?
I stay around the white like the Klu Klux Klan
I stay around the sand, butter peacan tan, butter peacan tan (look)
I stay around the sand butter peacan tan, nigga
I'mma give y'all a couple more bars it's nothin', listen....
I'm a bad bitch, let me put my shoes up
I don't say "hi," I just throw my twos up
When I'm in Texas, I chuck my deuce up
Bitches is snakes, sorta like Medusa
That's why I give 'em the beats like a new producer
(I hate Nicki Minaj!) Just excuse her
I'm in a GT, she in a PT Cruiser, I mean the PT bruiser
Dang lil mama, you is such a loser (Okay, okay)
You is such a loser, dang lil mama you is such a loser...
Like, I mean, you know, when I do it's done
Like, you know, get get get get who you want.
Like, I'mma body every last bitch in the game
I'mma sit on my throne and, and Imma, you know
These bitches, you know, be pickin' my fruit out, like
I want, I want some ill like, you know, fresh strawberries and shit like
Tell them bitches to be ready to pick my fruit like
You know what i'm sayin'?
Imma be sittin on the throne like, you know what i'm sayin'?
Like Michael Jackson and Eddie Murphy, it's nothin' like, ya dig?
(Ha ha ha!)