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Nicki Minaj

Genres: Pop

Go Hard Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

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" 

 

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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 

 

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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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