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Nicki Minaj & Ma]
Remy!
(Word)
You know what? Remy!
Fuck you, Remy!
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you
You wore a pink diamond chicken chain (Are you dumb?)
You had a leopard beehive on head (Are you dumb?)
(Fuck Minaj!)
Are you forgettin' that I you before, bitch?
(Fuck Minaj!)

(I) Fuck with your soul like
(Will) You the queen, I'll show you
(Not) Lipo your ass and
(Lose) I you lost already

They told you your whole career I'd come home and you, right? Ha-ha!
I told you I wasn't talkin' about your ass
It looks stupid, you got a dumb ass
Talkin' cray, and we all know that you as
You get of the Day, yeah, you dumb ass
Let's be honest, you stole that line 'bout bitches bein' your sons—how you take my '09 tweet and run?
Talkin' about bringin' knives to a fight guns
When the only shot you ever took was in your
And I saw Meek at All-Star, he told me ass dropped
He couldn't you for three months
your ass dropped
Now I think y'all understand how bad her ass got
The that she had put in her ass popped
I was like, "Damn, 90 days and you have box?
Did she at compensate? Start givin' you mad top?
Her name Minaj, right? She ain't throw you bad thots?"
He "Nah," that's when I knew you was really a trash bop
You was screamin' "Free Remy!" when I was doomed
But now that they freed Remy, you don't sing the tune
Locked me up, threw away my keys, away my weaves
Snatched me my son, braids to the back, state greens
Daily News, "Her over," "She was kinda stupid,"
But you saw a opportunity you a opportunist
Left your Day 1 'cause you he was on some cheat shit
Then got with the dude that told you on some creep
But what happened to Omeeka? Nah, on some G
Left him and took a pic with the he had beef with?
And we all know it was a beef that you
out of your ass, this bitch retarded
Now you gotta die, you departed
Bloodbath I catch you, a real red carpet
Now what I'ma do, just stick to the facts
Bitch so scared of my future, got bitch goin' backwards
Been mad crews, you disloyal hoochie
Now all of a sudden you back with and Tunechi?
After he said you sucked his dick, you back Gucci?
Who Puff, Deb, or Fendi? You a A-list groupie
And to be the Queen of Rap, you actually rap
The whole industry know your shit is a wrap
No, to be the Queen of Rap, you can't have a
And that's why this is my house; Flo
done seen Drake pennin', Wayne pennin'
And since your first boyfriend left, bitch winnin'
You a Internet troll, a Web browser, I'm
You can't get her online without
guns, you Pussy Galore, James Bond
Only time you touch a trigga is when you Trey Songz
head, you cheated on your man with Ebro
I leak the footage of you sniffin' them ski slopes
They gassin' you up, but you on E, though
"Pills and Potions," yep, you on E, hoe
Got your ghostwriters back, so you you lit
Rem Belushi, I'm a Ghostbuster,
I'm to be scared
you bought your Barbie chain back?
I'll revert to "Ante Up," you'll get your chain yapped
Tried to front in February, you in that Maybach
Show you how to use name, you be usin' your name wack
I'm sayin', how you mix Nicki a Minaj?
I'ma park bitch, put Nicki in the garage
I'm gettin' money like Nicky Barnes, I'm the big
I responded in than 48 Hours; Nick Nolte
Gettin' close like Nick Jonas, grippin' the
Then blaze off, Face Off, bitch, Nicolas
You animated Nickelodeon, you fake, bitch
Only the kids believe in you; you St.
Now when I Nick at Nite, they won't understand it
I'm Wild'n Out, 'bout to hit Nick with the
How are you on the VMAs, actin' you hood?
Way the stage, talkin' about "Miley, what's good?"
That's Hannah Montana, she was happy
You only fronted on Mariah 'cause Mariah don't
Tried to disrespect Taylor 'cause Taylor Swift enough
Doughgirl; Remy pick the biscuit up
I'm jealous? Bitch, you was happy they took me
Best thing that ever to you was when they booked me
You said you never fucked stupid I look, B?
Get the picture, I'll expose you, I'm of a bully
You named yourself Nicki Lewinsky, the mind of a
'Cause you was suckin' his
And now he of your nookie
You claimed you never Drake
Now that's where you me
You the whole Empire—who you tryin' to be, Cookie?
Boogie Down Bronx, I out of the Boogie
To let you know bitches never lie on their pussy
And stop talkin' numbers, you a 360 deal
Through Young Money, Cash Money, through Republic
means your money go through five niggas before you touch it
Any videos, promotions come out of your
Endorsements, tour and merchandise, finger-fuck it
You make, like, 35 off of each ducat
I own my masters, bitch,
So for every sale I do, you gotta do ten
Stop comparin' to Jay, you not like him
You a worker, not a boss like Rem
done, them pop chicks ain't get the news yet
Bitch, I pop chicks, yeah, and I'm the new vet
I kill rappers, and you as dead, bitch
Talkin' shit me to a deaf bitch
And I have sympathy for the impaired
But not when you hard of from untreated gonorrhea
But you point your at me? I'm the bad girl
When she the one out here the black girls?
All these fake asses influenced by that
Dyin' from surgeries—what a sad world!
But before the job, you was a Spongebob
Suckin' cock for records, of the cum squad
And I got a few for the moms of the young Barbz
Guess who supports a child molester? Nicki
You paid for your brother's wedding? That's foul
How you spendin' money to support a
He a walkin' dead man, threats to him
I guess that's why they you Barbie, you was next to Ken
Talkin' about your money and your foreign sick
Why you help your bro hide his cum from forensics?
You probably overseas, foreign sick
Thought you could fuck with me, by far Rem
Meek, Drake, Safaree, I see men in your
We call Jelani, get it? Semen in your pants
Uh, I got trigger fingers, you got bitter
Yeah, you must think you Drake and I'm fingers
VH1, watch
You just got bodied by a & Hip-Hopbitch

Don't ever in your fuckin' play with me
on the set!
You tried it on the Rae record
You tried it on little freestyle
They was both duds, just like other one was duds
Just this last one was a dud
But what you not do is keep subbin' me
Big... Pun!
I send a headshot, you dead, bitch!
not lose!