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Nicki Minaj, Cassie - The Boys (Edited)

The Boys
Nicki Minaj, Cassie
04:09
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[Nicki Minaj:]
Punch line queen, no boxer, though,
Might pull up in a Porsche, no Boxster, though.
Tell a hater, "Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell them kangaroo, Nick, I'll box a ho.
And they said, I got five in a possible,
Don't go against Nicki, impossible.
I done came through with my wrist on popsicle,
Man, these hoes couldn't ball with a testicle, nigga!

[Cassie:]
Your lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap hotel,
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around.

The boys always spending all them money on love. [x2]

[Nicki Minaj:]
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it,
Clone it, own it. Yeah, yeah!
Dolar, dollar, paper, chase it, get that money. Yeah, yeah!

[Cassie:]
You get high and fuck a bunch of girls,
And then cry on top of the world.
I hope you have the time of your life,
I hope I don't lose it tonight.

[Nicki Minaj:]
Bald head pussy got lots of juice,
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes.
Watch the deuce!
Man, I'm stingy with my cuttie cat daddy,
Did you ever really love me, Steevie?
Rrrrrrr!
Pull up in the rrrrrrr,
Wrist on burrrrr,
Pussy on purrrr-purrrr.
I don't even brake when I'm backing up,
I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up.
I done pushed more sixes then a play date,
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate, nigga!

[Cassie:]
Your bossed up swag
Got 'em drooling like a new born babe,
The dollars in they eyes
Got 'em blinded by a masquerade.

The boys always spending all them money on love. [x2]

[Nicki Minaj:]
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it,
Clone it, own it. Yeah, yeah!
Dolar, dollar, paper, chase it, get that money. Yeah, yeah!

[Cassie:]
You get high and fuck a bunch of girls,
And then cry on top of the world.
I hope you have the time of your life,
I hope I don't lose it tonight.

[Nicki Minaj:]
I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts,
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months,
And, yes, you're premature.
Young Money to the core,
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour.
Oh, that's your new girl?
That's that Mid Grade.
Buck 50 on yo face with the switchblade
Or the razor.
Yeah, the razor!
She my son, yeah!
But I ain't raise her.
Goose me, hater,
I get that loose leaf paper.
Them V-necks be studded out,
T-Rex be gutted out.
Told 'em, Nicki be chillin',
I'mma keep hurting they feelings,
Because you'll never be Jordan,
You couldn't even be Pippen,
You couldn't even be tripping,
You can't afford a vacation.
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians,
I go to Asia with Asians,
You mad dusty, you a lil' dusty possum!
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom.

[Cassie:]
You get high and fuck a bunch of girls,
And then cry on top of the world.
I hope you have the time of your life,
I hope I don't lose it tonight. [x2]

The boys always spending all them money on love. [x4]

[Nicki Minaj:]
Uh-huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie!

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