| Oh Nicki, you so fine
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| Oh Nicki, you so fine you blow my mind
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| Hey Nicki!
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| Hey Nicki!
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| Jamaican, Queens, about to catch a flight
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| I’ll be there… 6 o’clock tomorrow night
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| Jump off the flight, hit the hotel
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| Jump in the shower, I’m musty as hell
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| Unload my bags, pull out the doser
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| Jackin' off, to this Nicki Minaj poster
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| Thinking about her, all on the highway
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| 'Fore I bust a nut, I yell «pink friday»
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| Oh my god, she’s so fuckin' sexy
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| She’s not a Barbie, she’s more like a Becky
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| Everyday, I think about what she’s wearin'
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| When the TV come on, I can’t stop starin'
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| You from Trinidad? |
| So is my dad
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| I’m lying, he’s a fag that got shot in Baghdad
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| How 'bout I pull on a pink wig, how 'bout you wear a shower cap
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| How 'bout I stab you six hours while you take a fuckin' nap?
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| (My dear, my dear, my dear, you do not know me but I do know you, baby, maybe,
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| cause I follow you on Twit-Twit-Twit-Twit-Twitter…
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| And Facebook, and Myspace and Youtube, and Pink Friday)
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| Hey Onika, it’s nice to meet you
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| I wanna invite you to a, dollar slice a pizza
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| Put our trunks on, and dive in a pool
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| How 'bout we have lunch at, Blackwell middle school
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| It’s the end of the world, it’s almost armageddon
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| If you and Drake get married, I’m fuckin' up the weddin'
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| Knockin' over tables, spittin' food
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| Kuniva, make sure J-Cole's don’t make a move
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| I’m obsessed with you, Nick, I’m just like Stan
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| I wanna be you girlfriend, and your best friend
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| And I heard about your daddy, tryna blow up the house
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| Next time I see him, I’mma blow out his mouth
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| And tell Jacob, to take off that makeup
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| And matter a fact, you and Lil' Kim should make up
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| I’mma say one more thing before I leave…
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| Remember, «I will eat your pussy for life… for life… for life» |