Click Clack歌词-Nicki Minaj
Click Clack
Nicki Minaj
Its Barbie B---H
Click Clack - Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜)
A lot of rap niggas be try to play hard
I was tought only reach place
When I lift the shirt dats the end of discussion
Click Clack mutha f**kaz I ain't try to hear that
They call me Nicholas style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon meet me at the garden
No 1 draft I'm NewYork's pick
And I don't lose like them dudes on the NewYork knicks (check it)
I'm over seas rocking hella capris
I'm in the west indies eating delacasies I tell them
They want cain like erica please
Brother your money young like goverment cheese
Dese broke rappers always rapping about a pink truck
I'm only happy when I hoping out the brincks truck
And I don't need a 16 I got a sentence
I goes on a f**k a like an entrance
Dese old b**ches better change they denture
When I get in the game they go play the benches
F**k your friendship pay attention
B**ch get at me I'm a pay my henchmen
A lot of rap niggas be try to paly hard
I was tought only reach place
When I lift the shirt thats the end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha f**kaz I ain't tryn to hear nothing
They call me Maraj F**k you and f**k your squad
Head b**ch in charge I ain't talkin bout da tod
I'm on the other line & I ain't talking about call waiting
I'm VIP lil mama I just walk string
Lil Dolce and Gabanna got This bul hating
Thats I pop up in the porch with the top vacant
Mami stop faking talking about what you got
You ain't got nothing & your not caking
Your not my taste get out ofmy face
I play the top like eight friends on your myspace
Stay in a childs place Check the timing
I rock b**ches like they throwing up the diamond
You on a flight I be baking on islands
Mami your accent sound faker then Dylan
Murda them Murda them
F**k a competition
Already murda them
A lot of rap niggas be try to paly hard
I was tought only reach place
When I lift the shirt thats the end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha f**kaz I ain't try to hear nothing
They call me Nicki M hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play the club with a thug and sum pretty friend
And if they ain't got the gat they got the knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of your song
You gotta deal cause youu was given up the coochie prolly
But I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie
And you'll be gonna to November like Wyclef
I hold wieght & I ain't talking about Biceps
I rep Queens like the crown
When I'm in the town ask Young Joc it's going down
Kisses to my b**ches and my niggas getta pound
June turn me up mic check how about that
B**ches don't know the half like they flucked at math
Give a f**k about a b**ch and the clique she with
Unless you doing them numbaz like arithmetic
Young nic holla back and turn up my shy
A lot of rap niggas be try to play hard
I was tought only reach place
When I lift da shirt thats the end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha f**kaz I ain't try to hear nothing
