The Boys Lyrics - Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-up - 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 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 Tosticle, Nigga 

Your lipstick stain 

Smells like a cheap hotel 

Got 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 

Dial it, Dial it paper chase it get that money 

Yeah yeah 

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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 

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 

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 

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Your bossed up swag 

Got them drooling like a new born babe 

The dollars in they eyes 

Got them 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 

Dial it, Dial it paper chase it get that money 

Yeah yeah 

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 

I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts 

Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months 

And yes you're Pre-Mature 

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 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 Nicki be chilling them 

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 

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 

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 

The Boys always spending all their money on love 

The Boys always spending all their money on love 

The Boys always spending all their money on love 

The Boys always spending all their money on love 

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