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High School (re-up) Lyrics - Singles - Nicki Minaj

He said he came from Jamaica 

He owned a couple acres 

A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers 

Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers 

But he was getting money with the movers and the shakers 

He was mixed with a couple things 

Ball like a couple rings 

Bricks in the condo and grams to sing sing 

Left arm, baby mother tatted 

5-year bid up, North on they ratted 

Anyway, I felt him, helped him 

Put him on lock, seatbelt them 

Took him out to Belgium, welcome! 

Bitches this pretty, that's seldom 

This box better than the box he was held in 

I'm Momma Dee in that order 

I call him Daddy like daughters 

 

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He like it when I get drunk 

But I like it when he be sober 

That's top of the toppa 

I never fuck with beginners 

I let him play with my pussy 

Then lick it off of his fingers 

I'm in the zone 

They holler at me but its you 

You, this ain't high school 

Me and my crew, we can slide through 

 

Give it to you whenever you want 

 

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Whip it whenever you want 

Baby, it's yours anywhere, everywhere 

Baby it's your world, ain't it? 

Baby it's your world, ain't it? 

She got a nigga at home and one on the side 

Best friend is a dike, they fucked around a few times 

Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight 

I tell her make me some money, she tell me make her a wife 

I tell her: "bitch, you crazy, fück wrong with you? 

And excuse my French, but I'm a long kisser 

And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hitting 

And I say: "what about them niggas?" 

She say: "what about them niggas?" 

You right, what you doing tonight? 

Put on something tight 

 

Don't judge me, I get life 

She love me like a brother 

 

But fuck me like a husband 

Pussy like a oven too hot to put my tongue in 

All I had to do is rub it 

The genie out the bottle 

Pussy so wet, I'm a need goggles 

She tell me that's it's mine 

I tell her stop lying, mine and who else? 

She say worry about yourself, Lil Tune 

 

They holler at me but its you 

You, this ain't high school 

Me and my crew, we can slide through 

 

Give it to you whenever you want 

Whip it whenever you want 

Baby, it's yours anywhere, everywhere 

Baby it's your world, ain't it? 

Baby it's your world, ain't it? 

I know you want it boy 

I see you trying 

Just keep on pushing 

I'ma let you slide in 

Just close your eyes and 

This horizon 

It's ready, come get you some 

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah 

Sync by @xRakk 

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