Nicki Minaj - Yikes Extended Version MP3 dan Lirik Lagu

[intro: nicki minaj]
don't ever f-ckin' play with me
y'all n-ggas know, y'all b-tches know i'm the f-cking queen
you ho b-tches know, you dirty bum b-tches know (grrr)
pooh, you a fool for this one
got the strings on 'em

[verse 1: king myers]
y'all want brick talk or y'all want stick talk
b-tch i'm king i am not rick ross, but i'm a big boss
blood, sweat, tears, time, and money what this sh-t cost
if you ain't 'bout it get from 'round me b-tch, don't have me p-ssed off
n-ggas claim that they be 'bout it f-ck around get smacked up
this sh-t really ain't a joke you f-ck around get cracked up
b-tches really think they city girls, tryna act up
well i'm the n-gga that's gon' get a b-tch wig sn-tched up
i'll put a bag on ya head for real, the price of a birkin
if you got a bag for real, on my momma i got some hittas that's lurkin
these n-ggas ain't really gettin cream, they only got jergens
so that mean they ain't even gettin p-ssy, they only be jerkin
like the new boyz, n-gga yikes

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
woke up, the price of c0ke up (woo, woo)
i just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (folks)
somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (tow)
all that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut (ooh, ooh)
this a mack truck, not a black truck (woo)
when we move, tell ‘em, “back up,” cl!ck cl!ck, clack, duck
h-lla bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
all you b-tches rosa parks, uh-oh, get your -ss up, uh

[chorus]
yikes, i play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
grip it right, he be like (woo)
yikes, what's the hype? this is something light (light, light, woo)
yikes, outta town on consistent flights
yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
get your life, you b-tches ain't livin' right (woo)

[verse 2: nicki minaj]
yeah (sheesh, go), i keep two nines, yeah (sheesh)
you see my face all over that fendi design, yeah
soon as n-ggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
you don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
uh (woo, woo), i keep two dimes, yeah (woo, woo)
walk up to a bad b-tch, be like, “i think you fine,” yeah
i don't play with demons, satan, get thee behind, yeah
'bout to get f-cked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
ooh, i've been the same, ain't sh-t changed, this ain't nothin' new (woo)
that pretty frame, diamond chain, what the f-ck it do?
yo, clear the way, it's some bad b-tches comin' through (sheesh)
i give two f's like the letters that are on my shoe

[chorus]
yikes, i play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
grip it right, he be like (woo)
yikes, what's the hype? this is something light (light, light, woo)
yikes, outta town on consistent flights
yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
get your life, you b-tches ain't livin' right (ooh)

[outro]
bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
bag talk, hmm
it's quiet, ain't no back talk (grrr)
quiet, ain't no back talk