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Nicki Minaj

Genres: Pop

Clap Clap Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

Nicki Minaj Talking] 

Roman's Revenge, um, 

you know, she just really jumped out the window 

and you gotta be careful when you pick fights 

and that's what I've learned in this business 

you just never know... 

 

[Lil' Kim] 

Shut the f-ck up 

 

Who the f-ck want war 

FedEx beef straight to your front door 

It'll be a murder scene 

I'm turning Pink Friday to Friday the 13th 

Aight you Lil Kim clone clown 

all this buffoonery, the shit stops now 

time for you to lay down, I'm sick of the fraud 

I put hands on this bitch like a spa massage 

we all know your last name is what got you a job 

you use to put together gimmicks something like a collage 

since you putting on a show, you gon' get the appaulse 

clap clap, lift your frame like a f-cking garage, yeah 

this hood sh-t you and Drake ain't built for 

this the sh*t the other bitch almost got killed for 

I'm still counting what hardcore generated 

bet my sh-t keeps spinning like it's syndicated 

corny broad I'll leave pyou bloody like you menstruated 

your hot air ass bitch should have been deflated 

this aint a championship fight I've been the greatest 

see the fact is, what you doing I did it 

lames trying to clone my style, run with it 

thats cool, I was the first one with it 

you deluded kim wannabe you just hate to admit it 

I'm the Blueprint you aint nothing brand new 

check ya posters and videos, you'll always be number 2 

I seen 'em come, I seen 'em go, still I remain 

sweety, you going on your 14th minute of fame 

I'm over 10 years strong still running the game 

cut the comparisons, I'm in the legendary lane 

fighting for ya spot, y'all please, I'm solidified 

with my hands tied, you couldn't beat me if you bitches tried 

either you high, or sipping that sh-t Wayne on 

I get top dollar for whatever my name on 

go stick your head in a tornado, brainstorm 

I drop bombs, FLex, Napalm 

black and yellow, will pull up in your ghetto 

Giuseppe's when I step out, posted up in stilettos 

p-ssy so pink like my kitty saying hello 

if I whistle, they'll pistol whip you in all five borough's 

I'm in Brooklyn, I'll be everywhere comfortably 

now who pumped you and told you to come romp with me 

you the type to run your mouth and then run from me 

I'm poppin' off in your hood with no company 

come on, Queens aint showing you no love 

I was there the other night poppin' bottles with the thugs 

you like Washington Heffa I'm Benjy. 

You got a buzz right now, an' I had a frenzy 

oh yeah, welcome to the fam', Fendi 

you need to stop, you're not hot, you're a burning match 

that means the end is near soon, copy that 

oh I see, they really got you gassed like 

I'mma think of the past 

better slow down dummy, you bout to crash 

stink p-ssy hoe, I'm giving you a bath 

thermometer in hand and I'm coming for your ass 

who you think you getting past 

I see right through you, you're whole sh-t is made of glass 

 

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[Nicki Minaj] 

You see right through me 

How do you do that sh... 

 

[Lil Kim] 

I draw back, I'm a Brooklyn thorough bred bitch 

rep for my borough bitch 

never been the type to have beef and try to settle sh-t 

I ride out till the wheels fall off 

and my n-ggas squeeze til the last shell go off 

f-ck ya whole team, all I see is a bunch of weirdo's 

you's a airhead bitch, scarecrow 

haha, aint nothing old but my money bitch 

hahaha, this is grown liquid assests 

Benjamin's my daddy you Young Money bastards 

you and Diddy, sorry bunch of swagger jackers 

I mothered you hoes, I should claim you on my income taxes 

Bobby Fischer in the flesh, taught by the great 

so on my next move, I'm yelling checkmate 

 

Photos 

 

I smell a massacre 

Charles Manson you don't stand a chance with her 

Jeffrey Dahmer you looking like lunch to me 

I'm bout to kill all you bitches like Ted Bundy 

leave yourn whole head red like Peg Bundy 

you're hilarious, thanks for all the laughs 

you're garbage so I'm taking out the trash 

you sh-t on me, come on baby girl 

ain't enough ass shots in the World 

you're a nuisance, you'll probably steal my new sh-t 

but you could never f-ck with me so chuck it up, Deuces 

all around the World I ball like a ball team 

I stack chips, call me Mr's Rosteam 

tricks is for kids, silly rabbit, your my offspring 

Kim more anticipated than a Lebron ring.... 

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