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nicki minaj v2 - maajins lyrics

[intro: maajins]
yuh
what’s good gang

[verse 1: maajins & babysantana]
olympic gold medal, my trap full of gymnasts
ho in my comments asking me to pin this
i’m sippin’ mud, b*tch this not no guinness (brrrr)
we leaving no witness
ak*47, make him hit the dougie
he talkin’ stupid, get sent to ya buddy
shoutout ‘6s, the choppa hit his nugget
aye, i shoot at that ho, that’s a bucket
kmg*12 make him hit the folks
b*tch i’m on my glo’, and i’m not talking 4s
how many bullets?
one, two, three, four
sh*t, i might as well go call up po
n*ggas steady watchin’ just like a movie
i carry the mac*10 in my ksubis
that n*gga like boys, he h*lla fruity
bullet hit his shoulder make him do the uzi
run up in his provence, n*gga, wit’ the force
snitch n*gga try to slime me up, of course
she play wit’ my b*lls like shе on the court
married to the bag, i cannot divorcе
kick a ho out the crib like i play fifa
man i hate n*ggas, i’m anti*antifa
finna set it off, n*gga, queen latifah
mexican shooter, he singin’ el beeper
i’m smokin’ fire while you smokin’ boof
send him to the heavens, he go through the roof
punch a lil n*gga, he missing a tooth
ya ho finna blow me n*gga like a flute
ya ho finna blow me n*gga like a uh
ya ho finna blow me n*gga like a trumpet
feel like joe budden, n*gga, yeah i pump it
light that boy up n*gga like a pumpkin
light that boy up n*gga like a blunt
“what’s in my wood?”
lil’ n*gga that’s runtz
white shooter call that boy tyler funk
dirty ho, she got that junk in the trunk
i’m in the back, n*gga, rosa parks
n*ggas be fruity, call ’em kent clark
keep the iron on me like tony stark
ya ho drink me up like i’m deer park
foreign shooter got the bl!cks up in scotland
come out the cut n*gga like, “what’s poppin'”
30 round hit that boy in his noggin
blew 4s in his home like he need a login
white shooter call up boy, adin ross
chop’ make him twitch b*tch i got the vod
i walked in wit’ a 30
carry a mac, r.i.p to bernie
shoot at that f*ck n*gga like i’m curry
shoot at that f*ck n*gga, i’m a pro sniper
randy orton glock, yeah, that b*tch a viper
my b*tch got a glock, she is not a fighter
slamming that f*ck n*gga, roddy piper
we punching him out ’cause he grillin’ me
flippin’ them packs like i’m rvd
shoutout lil’ maajins (blatt!)
[verse 2: babysantana]
what’s up in this wood, n*gga, thats runtz
i know you mad your boy got up in a blunt
white hoe and she keep callin’ me c*nt
good sauce on the steak, n*gga, a*1
couldn’t swallow a perc, so i ate one
good thing i had two, so i saved one (i walked in wit’ lil’ maajins)
i’m in the stu with lil’ maajins, it’s the one
[?] on my head, n*gga, like a nun
don’t come in this way if you don’t got a [?] ([?], hahaha)
[?]
tanaromani, n*gga, i’m the one
you was talking down, got his block spun
seen him on the blunt, made his ass run (ricky!)

- maajins lyrics

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