Only chords and lyrics - LIL WAYNE, CHRIS BROWN, DRAKE AND NICKI MINAJ

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[Verse 1]
[Em]Yo, I never fucked Wayne,
I never fucked Drake
On my life, man, fuck's sake
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
And let 'em eat my ass
like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate
I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a setup
For a punchline on duct
tape
Wo-Wo-Wo-Worried 'bout 'bout
[C]'bout 'bout if my butt fake
Wo-Worried [Em]'bout 'bout [C]y'all niggas,
us straight
[Em]Th-These girls[B] girls are my sons
Jo-Jon & Kate [C]Plus Eight
When I walk in[B], zip up straight
I don't give a fuck [Em]if I was late
[B]Dinner with my man on a G5
Is my idea [Em]of a update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
two
Big titties, big butt too
Fu-Fuck with with them
real niggas
Who don't tell niggas what they up to
Had to show bitches where the top is
Ri-Ring finger finger
where the rock is
The-These hoes hoes couldn't test me
Even if their name was Pop Quiz
[C]Bad [B]bitches who I fuck with
Ma-Ma-Mad bitches [C]bitches
bitches we don't fuck with
[Em]I don't fuck[C] with them chick[B]ens
Unless they last [C]name is Cutlet
[B]Let it soak in
Like [C]season[Em]ing
[C]And tel[B]l them bitches blow me
Lance Steph[C]enson
Raise every [Em]bottle and

[Verse 2]
cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the
Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you
know it, be quiet
Nothin' [B]but real niggas [Em]only,
bad bitches only
[B]Rich niggas only, [Em]independent bitches only
[B]Boss niggas only, thick bitches onl[Em]y
[B]I got my real niggas here by my
[Em]side (yeah), only

[Verse 3]
I never [Em]fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man
But when that's over,
then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought, "Goddamn,
this is the perfect time"
We had just come from that video
You know, L.A. traffic,
how the city slow
She was sittin' down
on that big butt
But I was still starin' at the
titties [C]though
[B]Yeah, low-key or or maybe high-key
[Em]I I been peeped that you like me,
[B]you know?
Who the fuck you really wanna
be with besides [C]me?
[B]I mean, it doesn't take much
for us to [C]do this shit quietly
[B]I mean, she say I'm obsessed with
thick women and [Em]I agree
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW
Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry
and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else
in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston, Texas,
but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
[C]Oh, [B]yeah, you the man[Em] in the cit[C]y
when the mayor fuck with you
[B]The NBA players fuck with you
The bad-ass bitches bitches doin' [C]makeup
and hair fuck with you, [B]oh
That's 'cause I believe [C]in somethin'
and I stand [Em]for [C]it
And Nicki, if [B]you ever tryna fuck
Just give me the heads-up,
so so I can plan for [Em]it

[Verse 4]
Raise every bottle and cup [Em]in the
sky (Pinkprint, ayy)
Sparks in the air like
the Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it,
be quiet
[B]Nothin' but real niggas only,
[Em]bad bitches only
[B]Rich niggas only, [Em]independent bitches only
[B]Boss nig[Em] gas only, thick bitches only
[B]I got my real niggas here by my side,
[Em]only

[Verse 5]
I never [Em]fucked Nick' and that's
fucked up
If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up
Whoever is hittin' ain't
hittin' it right
'Cause she act like she
need dick in her life
That's another story, I'm no story-teller
I I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
[C]Calendar [B]say I got money for days
I [C]squirm and I shake,
but I'm stuck in my [Em]ways
My [C]girlfriend will [B]beat a bitch
up if she wave
[Em]They bet' not fuck with her surfboard,
[C]surfboard
My [B]eyes are so bright,
I take cover for shade
Don't have my [C]money?
Take mothers in[Em]stead
[B]You got the hiccups,
you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy,
[C]treat beef like sirloin
I'm [Em]talkin' 'bout runnin'
in houses with army guns
So think about your son and
daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, masked up,
they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son
and daughter rooms
This shit is crazy, my nigga
I mean brazy, my nigga
That money talk,
I just rephrase it, my nigga
Blood gang, take the "B" off behavior,
my nigga
For reals, if you [C]mouth [B]off,
I blow your face off
I mean [Em]"pop-pop-pop,"
then [C]then then I take off
[Em]Nigga, now y[C]ou see m[B]e,
nigga, now you don't
Like [Em]Jamie Foxx [B]actin'
like Ray Charles
[C]Sixteen in a clip, [B]one in the chamber
17 Ward [C]bully with [Em]seventeen bullets
[C]My [B]story is how I went from
"poor me"
To "please pour me a drink
and celebrate [Em]with me"

[Verse 6]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the
Fourth of July
Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know
it, be quiet
(Young Mula, baby)
Nothin' but [B]real niggas only,
[Em]bad bitches only
[B]Rich niggas only,
[Em]in dependent bitches only
[B]Boss niggas [Em]only, thick bitches only
I got [B]my real niggas here by my side,
[Em]only

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