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Testo High School - Nicki Minaj feat. Lil Wayne

Testo della canzone High School (Nicki Minaj feat. Lil Wayne), tratta dall'album Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up

He said, "He came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas 'cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, f- with them heartbreakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things, ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo, and grams to Sing-Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
Five year bid up north when they ratted"
Anyway, I felt him, helped him, put him on lock, seat belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
B- this pretty, that's seldom
This box, better than the box he was held in
I'm Momma Dee in that order, I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober
But that's top of the toppa, I never f- with beginners
I let him play with my p-, then lick it off of his fingers, I'm in the zone
They holler at me, but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me and my crew, we can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby, it's your world, ain't it? (Alright)
Baby, it's your world, ain't it?
Uh, she got a n- at home, and one on the side
Best friend is a d-, they f- around a few times
Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her, "Make me some money, she tell me, "Make me a wife"
I tell her, "B-, you crazy, f- wrong with you?"
And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I'm not the only one that's hittin'
And I say, "What about them n-?" She say, "What about them n-?"
You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight, don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a brother, but f- me like a husband
P- like a oven, too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it, the genie out the bottle
P- so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me, "That's it's mine," I tell her, "Stop lyin'"
Mine and who else? She say, "Worry 'bout yourself," Lil Tune
They holler at me, but it's you
You, you, this ain't high school
Me and my crew, we can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Put it wherever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby, it's your world, ain't it?
Baby, it's your world, ain't it?
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...)
I know you want it, boy, I see you tryin'
Just keep on pushin', I'ma let you slide in
Just close your eyes, and
This horizon
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay...)



Credits
Writer(s): Dwayne Carter, Onika Tanya Maraj, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Tyler Matthew Carl Williams
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