Letra de The Boys - Nicki Minaj

Punchline 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

They should've said I got 5 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

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 their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, clone it, own it
Yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chasin', get that money, yeah, yeah

You get high, 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

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, Steebie?

Rrrr
Pull up in the rrrr
Wrists on burr
Pussy on purr-rrrr

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 than a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate nigga

Your bossed-up swag
Got 'em drooling like a newborn babe
The dollars in their eyes
Got 'em blinded by a masquerade

The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, clone it, own it
Yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chasin', get that money, yeah, yeah

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You get high, 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

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 your face with the switch blade 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'm a keep hurting their 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 little dusty possum
I just come through with the six
Like my name was Blossom

You get high, 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

You get high, 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

The Boys always spending all their money on love
The Boys always spending all their money on love (Uh huh!)
The Boys always spending (Pretty Gang!) all their money on love (Young Money!)
The Boys always spending all their money on love (Cassie!)