Lance Stephenson

Submitted by on Oct 29, 2015

lyrics Nicki Minaj – Only ft. Drake, Lil Wayne, Chris Brown

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]

Yo, I never f*cked Wayne, I never f*cked Drake

On my life, man, f*ck’s sake

If I did I menage with ’em and let ’em eat my ass like a cupcake

My man full, he just ate, I don’t duck nobody but tape

Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape

Worried ’bout if my butt’s fake

Worry ’bout yall n*ggas, us straight

These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight

When I walk in, sit up straight, I don’t give a f*ck if I was late

Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update

Hut one, hut two, big bitties, big butt too

f*ck with them real n*ggas who don’t tell n*ggas what they up to

Had to show b*tches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is

These hoes couldn’t test me even if their name was pop quiz

Bad b*tches who I f*ck with, mad b*tches we don’t f*ck with

I don’t f*ck with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet

Let it soak in like seasonin’

And tell ’em, tell ’em blow me, Lance Stephenson

Raise every bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the fourth of July

Nothing but bad b*tches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real n*ggas only, bad b*tches only

Rich n*ggas only, independent b*tches only

Boss n*ggas only, thick b*tches only

I got my real n*ggas here by my side, only

[Verse 2: Drake]

I never f*cked Nicki cause she got a man

But when that’s over then I’m first in line

And the other day in her Maybach

I thought god damn, this is the perfect time

We had just come from that video

You know LA traffic, how the city slow

She was sitting down on that big butt

But I was still staring at the titties though

Yeah, lowkey it may be high key

I been peeped that you like me, you know

Who the f*ck you really wanna be with besides me?

I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this shit quietly

I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree

Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah

Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you

Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable

Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable

Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f*ck with you

The NBA players f*ck with you

The bad ass b*tches doing makeup and hair f*ck with you

Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it

And Nicki if you ever tryna f*ck

Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky

Sparks in the air like the fourth of july

Nothing but bad b*tches in here tonight

Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet

Nothing but real n*ggas only, bad b*tches only

Richest n*ggas only, independent b*tches only

Boss n*ggas only, thick b*tches only

I got my real n*ggas here by my side, only

[Verse 3: Lil’ Wayne]

I never f*cked Nicki and that’s f*cked up

If I did f*ck she’d be f*cked up

Whoever is hittin’ ain’t hittin’ it right

Cause she actin’ like she need dick in her life

That’s another story, I’m no story teller

I piss greatness like gold is yellow

All my goons so overzealous

I’m from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca

Calender say I got money for days

I squirm and I shake, but I’m stuck in my ways

My girlfriend will beat a b*tch up if she wave

They bet not f*ck with her surfboard, surfboard

My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade

Don’t have my money? I take mothers instead

You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth

Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin

I’m talkin’ bout runnin’ in houses with army guns

So think about your son and daughter rooms

Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns

Ain’t thinkin’ bout your son and daughter rooms

This is just crazy my nigga, I mean brazy, my nigga

That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga

Blood gang take the B out behavior, my nigga

f*cking for reals if you mouth off I blow your face off

I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off

Now you see me, now you don’t

Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles

16 in a clip, one in the chamber

17 ward bully with 17 bullets

My story is how I went from poor me

Raise your bottle and cup in the sky

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