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prada - nicki minaj,cardi b, megan thee stallion and doja cat lyrics

every time i take a break, the game be so boring
pretty like naomi, cassie, plus lauren
spittin’ like weezy, foxy, plus lauryn
ball like the rams, see, now that’s gordon
they don’t understand the bag talk, i’m foreign
when they think they top the queen, they start fallin’
word to my ass*shots, i’m so cheeky
got ’em tryna palm my ass like young keke
yes, i’m ghetto, word to geppetto
plus i’m little, where’s my stiletto?
tell mike jordan send me my retros
used to be bi, but now i’m just hеtero
ain’t talkin’ medicine, but i madе him more a fiend
ever since i put the cookie on quarantine
he know this thing a1 like a felony
all he gotta do is say the word like a spelling bee

[chorus: doja cat]
day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
i’d let you had i known it, why don’t you say so?
didn’t even notice, no punches left to roll with
you got to keep me focused; you want it? say so (yeah)

[verse 2: doja cat]
let me check my chest, my breath right quick (ha)
he ain’t ever seen it in a dress like this (ah)
he ain’t ever even been impressed like this
prolly why i got him quiet on the set like zip
like it, love it, need it, bad
take it, own it, steal it, fast
boy, stop playing, grab my ass
why you actin’ like you shy? (hot)
shut it, save it, keep it pushin’
why you beating ’round the bush?
knowin’ you want all this woman
never knock it ’til you try (yah, yah)
all of them b*tches hating i have you with me
all of my n*ggas sayin’ you mad committed
realer than anybody you had, and pretty
all of the body*ody, the ass and titties
[chorus: doja cat]
day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
i’d let you had i known it, why don’t you say so?
didn’t even notice, no punches left to roll with
you got to keep me focused; you want it? say so
day to night to morning, keep with me in the moment
i’d let you had i known it, why don’t you say so?
didn’t even notice, no punches left to roll with
you got to keep me focused; you want it? say so

[post*chorus: nicki minaj]
yeah, you know it
yeah, you know it
yeah, you know it
yeah, you know it
i said, certified freak
seven days a week
wet ass p*ssy
make that pull*out game weak, woo
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, you f*cking with some wet ass p*ssy
bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass p*ssy
give me everything you got for this wet ass p*ssy
beat it up, n*gga, catch a charge
extra large and extra hard
put this p*ssy right in your face
swipe your nose like a credit card
hop on top, i wanna ride
i do a kegel while it’s inside
spit in my mouth, look in my eyes
this p*ssy is wet, come take a dive
tie me up like i’m surprised
let’s role play, i wear a disguise
i want you to park that big mack truck
right in this little garage
make it cream, make me scream
out in public, make a scene
i don’t cook, i don’t clean
but let me tell you how i got this ring (ayy, ayy)
gobble me, swallow me, drip down inside of me
quick jump out ‘fore you let it get inside of me
i tell him where to put it, never tell him where i’m ’bout to be
i run down on him ‘fore i have a n*gga running me
talk your sh*t, bite your lip
ask for a car while you ride that d*ck (while you ride that d*ck)
you really ain’t never gotta f*ck him for a thang
he already made his mind up ‘fore he came
now get your boots and your coat
for this wet ass p*ssy
he bought a phone just for pictures
of this wet ass p*ssy
pay my tuition just to kiss me
on this wet ass p*ssy
now make it rain if you wanna
see some wet ass p*ssy
look, i need a hard hitter, i need a deep stroker
i need a henny drinker, i need a weed smoker
not a garden snake, i need a king cobra
with a hook in it, hope it lean over
he got some money, then that’s where i’m headed
p*ssy a1, just like his credit
he got a beard, well, i’m tryna wet it
i let him taste it, now he diabetic
i don’t wanna spit, i wanna gulp
i wanna gag, i wanna choke
i want you to touch that little dangly dang
that sw*ng in the back of my throat
my head game is fire, punani dasani
it’s going in dry and it’s coming out soggy
i ride on that thang like the cops is behind me
i spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, woo
your honor, i’m a freak b*tch, handcuffs, leashes
switch my wig, make him feel like he cheating
put him on his knees, give him something to believe in
never lost a fight, but i’m looking for a beating
in the food chain, i’m the one that eat ya
if he ate my ass, he’s a bottom feeder
big d stand for big demeanor
i could make you bust before i ever meet ya
if it don’t hang, then he can’t bang
you can’t hurt my feelings, but i like pain
if he f*ck me and ask, “whose is it?”
when i ride the d*ck, i’ma spell my name
ah
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, you f*cking with some wet ass p*ssy
bring a bucket and a mop for this wet ass p*ssy
give me everything you got for this wet ass p*ssy
now from the top, make it drop
that’s some wet ass p*ssy
now get a bucket and a mop
that’s some wet ass p*ssy
i’m talking wap, wap, wap
that’s some wet ass p*ssy
macaroni in a pot
that’s some wet ass p*ssy, uh

- nicki minajcardi b megan thee stallion and doja cat lyrics

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