Kamis, 12 Mei 2011

Nicki Minaj - Go Hard Lyrics

Nicki*

Yo, SB. I think it's my time...
You know why? My tears have dried,
And I know that no weapon formed
Against me will prosper. And I truly
Believe that my haters are my motivators.
Young Money..

If you could you would get rid of me,
F**k you gone do when a bi**h try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard.
If you was as real as me you would never
Let another girl sit in yo throne.
I done put the choke hold now
They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I'm Still the one to beat.
Ain't in a rush for mainstream
I am the streets. I am gettin it in until the end
I gotta go..go..go hard!

Nicki*

Carter called, lemme get the car key,
You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a marquis, everything sparkly (man down! )
Hit em on a walkie-talkie.
Hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em let me in.
My name ring bells bi**h buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real real bad lesbian.
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9,
Hit em wit the Ruger by the intersect sign.
Hit em wit the tommy so my ni**as call me Pammy
And I always the jammy in the truck or in the Lamby
Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda,
I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up,
Used to drink water wit a little bit of sugar.
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups,
Doin the scissor-leg on the mat wit my foot up.
Young black pin-up, all of my bi**hes did up,
Now I'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up.
And I'm tellin President Carter he picked a winner,
Bi**hes like nelly and kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter,
F**k I look like chompin on a chicken dinner?
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle
I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle, louis on the duffle.
I'm a bad bi**h no muzzle. (no muzzle).
Bitches is softer than Al Dente,
Cut from a different kenta. tell em I'm the ninja,
Weezy is my sensei. so I call him splinta,
Faster than a sprinta. gimme my chopsticks
I'll have the rap bitches for dinner.
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my ni**a 7-up in Castaki
This is for my ni**as whellying them Kawasakis
Shout out to the back-east, South Ishakis
Kisses to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky.
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky.
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski.
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed.
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me.)
OOhhh!

If you could you would get rid of me,
F**k you gone do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard.
If you was as real as me you would never
Let another girl sit in yo throne.
I done put the choke hold now
They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I will, I gots to win.
I'm still lookin around for my
Com-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the end
I gotta go...go...go...go hard

Lil Wayne*
From slap and cry you start to die, so I must go harder.
Gotta make these bi**hes know me just like vibe and no water.
Better yet, like Bubba, no shrimp. but he don't say s**t
When the gun on his lip, and I don't say s**t put the gun
On my hip. so I don't say shit but the gun on my hip.
If you don't wanna drown don't come on my ship
Check out how them bi**hes just run on my d**k
And me, I'm nasty than a summa bi**h.
I still got that bi**h cum on my lips
It yee ain got money, don't come on my strip
And if ya got money, don't cover my strip
I wear that metal, no olympic, but I can still
Make you tumble and flip
You f**kin wit me if you f**kin wit Nick
They ain't f**kin wit me, they ain't f**kin wit Nick
Your girlfriend, her descision is split
Cuz she wanna f**k me and she wanna f**k Nick
They wonder if he be f**kin Nick, as long as she be f**kin rich
That's why I keep my luggage cut, I swear yall's a f**kin trip.
Young Money Dungeon, bi**h. my swagger just punch a bi**h
And I shoot like I'm from overseas, so call my gun, "Gunovich"
Weezy F. Baby and the "F" is for a bunch of s**t
Red drank, blue pill, white dust
Yes I love my country bi**h.

Wayne*
Yeah!...

Wish you could get rid of Young Money,
F**k you gone do when a bi**h try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard.
If you was as real as me you would never
Let another girl sit in yo throne.
I done put the choke hold now
They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I will, I gots to win.
I'm still lookin around for my
Com-pe-tition. I am gettin it in until the end
I gotta go...go...go...hard

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