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[Intro]
Gave you everything, everything, everything, everything, everything

[Chorus]
Gave you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And that’s on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you (brr)
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you

[Verse 1]
Hmm
Saying used to curve to niggas like you
Skrr, skrr, swerve niggas like you
Even though I heard what you might do
I didn’t get concerned ’cause I liked you
But no, no, I can’t hide who you are
I can’t lie, it’s too hard (so hard, so hard)
I need more than what you got from me
You want a bad bitch, and new cars

[Chorus]
Darling, I give you everything, yeah
Think I need to take it all back (Take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And that’s on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit that nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you

[Verse 2]
I know how to flip niggas like you
I get petty and clip niggas like you
Fuck around and forget niggas like you
Promise I could never miss niggas like you
So no, no
Feeling’s fading away
I can’t hear what you say
I need more than what you got for me
You got a bad bitch, you won’t stay

[Chorus]
Darling, I give you everything, yeah
You gon’ need to take it all back (Take it all back)
I gave you everything, yeah
But you don’t know what to do with all that
And thats on everything
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Ring, ring, never pick up on you, oh
I’ma have to switch, switch up on you
Snip, snip, hit the nip tuck on you
Let go tryna give up on you, oh

[Verse 3]
Yo, give up on ’em, I don’t even wanna get up on ’em
And I ain’t tryna work it out
But I’m at the gym on a mat doin’ sits ups on ’em
You let yourself go, you don’t represent O’
So trust me just go
You settle for less, yo, you disrespectful
You were special, the new you just dull
So cut all that bull and nerve of me too
Come off my pedestal
Come off my pedestal, money off that edible
Which means them bags stacked high
You ain’t get the drive, my nigga ya pedal stalled
You said you wept uh, everyday a queen you slept on
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout your mattresses but um you the typa player I press eject on
I can’t believe you played for that long
I never re-respected nobody
I never needed you, you must’ve thought I did
I should have copped the stick but I’m teflon
Pressed on, headstrong, sex the bomb
Dreams of a bad bitch tryna F a don
If it’s word bond any one of sex icons
If he bust down, I don’t wanna waste my time
Who the fuck you thought you was, tryna stunt on Nick?
Should have put you on blast like a gun on hip
But it’s okay, we gon’ keep secrets nigga
‘Cause a true bad bitch ain’t weak or bitter

[Verse 1]
Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns
(Who you gettin’ at, Nicki?)
Watch them cunts learn
Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
I move keys, but you hoes get one turn
Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn
I straighten all these bitches out with one perm
Who ever gassed ’em ain’t none of my concern
But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm
They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie
But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body
And that go for anybody, you’ll be thoroughly sorry
I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi
All my powers back now I’m scary to zombies
Bring the heat to a sizzle, I ain’t talking Kalonji
I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body
I ain’t giving, so don’t ask, I don’t lend my body
Gotta be king status to give a man my body
(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
Fuck, yeah, cause a Queen is what I embody, uh

[Chorus]
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

[Verse 2]
Yo, you can’t wear Nicki wig and then be Nicki
That’s like a fat nigga thinkin’ he can be Biggie
One rough ride, now you DMX and Swissy
One hot video, you hyped? Now you just giddy
You made one dope beat, now you Kanye?
You got a nigga named JAY, now you ‘Yoncé?
You got about three stacks, now you André?
You put a part in your fade, oh, you Nas, bae?
You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that
If it’s really your passion would you give the world for that?
Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit
At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfecting my craft
Still every team’s number one pick in the draft
You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day
Kobe, KD, Kyrie! Pick a K

[Chorus]
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (Mmm)
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Everytime I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn

[Bridge]
See ya, see you
See ya, see you

[Outro]
To my surprise I saw you
To my surprise I knew you were

[Intro]
Eardrummers
Uh, uh, huh, uh, huh
Uh, yo, hold up, hold up
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1]
Yo hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
You see a bad bitch coming, tell yo ass to hold up
I’m in that new new meeting Nunu when I roll up
I told the valet, “Park my Benz and bring the Rolls up.”
Yo hold up, hold up, hold up, okay, hold up
He see me lookin’ pretty every time he scroll up
Might gotta let the blicky hit you if you stroll up
Now put your hands up, it’s a hold up
Run me the money

[Refrain]
‘Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie Tingz
Banging body B, everybody be on my D
Yo I gotta be in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back to the back, back to the back
Back to the back, back to the back
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey
I’m the baddest B, I don’t even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the ‘Bach

[Pre-Chorus 1]
See a bitch got more coins than a game room
So we ain’t ever hatin’ in TheShadeRoom
See I keep my sons in a playroom
So me and you ain’t ever in the same room

[Chorus]
I tell him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don’t ever cheat because I’m good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin’ push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he bite, he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I’m pullin’ up I’m in a good foreign
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good for him
Come on, come on, come on
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good for him

[Verse 2]
I slick, slick drop the top like nip slips
So he tryna smash like when the whip flips
I hit licks just to floss with this wrist
And when I leave my bitches we all say, “Kiss kiss!”
I’m in that new new De Larenta, tryna land Bugs Bunny
‘Cause all I want is karats and some big drug money
I’m only loyal to the niggas that’ll bust guns for me
The jig up, it’s a stick up, run me the money

[Refrain]
‘Cause I be the baddie B, Barbie Tingz
Bangin’ body B, everybody be on my D
Yo I gotta be in reality, suck a D if you doubted me
Back to the back, back to the back
Back to the back, back to the back
Who on Barbie D? Who on Barbie D? Everybody
Who you gotta see? Honestly, on my odyssey
I’m the baddest B, I don’t even know how to speak
Hat to the hat to the back and relax, you in the back of the ‘Bach

[Pre-Chorus 2]
See a bitch get more press than a key pad
Before you suck me off, get a knee pad
See I pull the strings like a tea bag
I’m prolly with my jeweler playin’ freeze tag

[Chorus]
I tell him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he eat the cookie he got good form
He know I don’t ever cheat because I’m good to him
Might gotta have his baby, nurses yellin’ push for him
You see I let him eat the cookie ’cause it’s good for him
And when he bite, he eat the cookie he got good form
He know that when I’m pullin’ up I’m in a good foreign
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good for him
Come on, come on, come on
I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good for him
Come on

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
[?]
Pull up with no top
(If Young Metro don’t trust you I’m gon’ shoot ya)
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo I’m me, I’m Barbie dripping
DB9, Barbie whipping
If he say he don’t want me back, he be lying
Bitch I’m the sauce, Barbie dipping
I’m the boss, Barbie sipping
They keep telling working it, I ain’t got no chores
I’m all yours, Barbie kissing
Call the stores, Barbie tripping
Out or indoors, baby I’m a floss
Wet, why of course, Barbie tipping
I endorse, Barbie stripping
Mink carpet, but I ain’t got no flaws
Doors look like rings, Barbie sitting
By the bing, Barbie tripping
Curve niggas like they arms in a sling
Hot off the swing, Barbie swinging
To the ring, Barbie blinging
Good box, Zoey call [?] King
Who the fuck gon’ party with them dollies [?] you probably gon’ sew
Who the fuck gon’ cop me with the body, always thinking like a hottie, always saying what someone won’t do
Who the fuck gonna pull up in your city, looking every bit pretty, with the itty bitty titty bitch crew
Who the fuck gon’ beat him with a 22, if he don’t lose the attitude, and run off with his credit cards too

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God

[Verse 2: Swae Lee]
Thousand dollar massage
I don’t wanna mess my [?]
Anything I like goes in the cart
Imma spend it all to prove a point
Rolling west coast on the [?]
If she like it imma let her hit off my joint
You know I’m a sport
When I cash out its her favorite part

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
They deliver my Lambo, all white with a tambo
My body is a work of art, he eating this Van Gogh
I’m not in the bando, I’m Pablo
Sandals, white beaches, candles
We sexing, anglo
Wh-wh-what you think all the niggas wanna cuff for?
A lot of bloods, what you think they in the cut for?
Yeah it’s the sweet, I ain’t talking when the dust fall
My winner streaks still hasn’t peaked you little dust ball
Bitch I’m a star-ar, me [?]
G-Force flights, catch me on the runway, yah, yah
[?] in Milan, you see me modeling, ah
Dinner with Car-ar, dinner with Car, like I fuck yah
Yeah this that Steven Klein, Mert & Marcus, yah, yah
You’re used to taking pictures, I go raise the bar far
I’m bitchy, yah, yah, really bitchy, yah, hay
America’s Next Top Model, call me, yah, yah
Everytime I score she gon’ hear them swishes, ah
Tell that bitch I’m in the lead, she still play for Wichita
I [?]
Call me the swish God
The swish, swish God?
Yup the swish God?

[Chorus: Swae Lee]
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Aye you know I ain’t like this
[?] ski resort
Fall off in the spot
Every girl coming like a shark
Put that thing in parts
Imma let my [?] pick you apart
Glowing in the dark
Pretty little girls [?]
Running with the marksmen
Everything on point like I’m God

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Mhm, shout out Giovanni
For doing that Barbie Tingz video, uh-huh
[?], yuh, uh-huh
You still on my Naomi shit
[?] even the models tip
Weezy, Mac, Baby, Slim
Jay I see you,[?], Taz, Al, [?]
[?], Avery, [?], Katrina, Dave, Garry Josh
[?] Banks
Juice, I see you Juice
Keep me rolling Juice
You’re in the middle of Queen right now, thinking
I see why she called this shit Queen
This bitch is really the fucking Queen
I love my fans, I love you so much

[Part I]

[Intro: Drake]
Astro, yeah
Sun is down, freezin’ cold
That’s how we already know, winter’s here
My dawg would probably do it for a Louis belt
That’s just all he know, he don’t know nothin’ else
I tried to show ’em, yeah
I tried to show ’em, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Gone on you with the pick and roll
Young La Flame, he in sicko mode

[Part II]

[Verse 1: Travis Scott & The Notorious B.I.G.]
Woo, made this here with all the ice on in the booth
At the gate outside, when they pull up, they get me loose
Yeah, Jump Out boys, that’s Nike boys, hoppin’ out coupes
This shit way too big when we pull up give me the loot (gimme the loot!)
Was off the Remy, had to Papoose
Had to hit my old town to duck the news
Two-four hour lockdown, we made no moves
Now it’s 4 AM and I’m back up poppin’ with the crew
I just landed in, Chase B mix this pop like Jamba Juice
Different colored chains, think my jeweler really sellin’ fruits
And they chokin’, man, know the crackers wish it was a noose

[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Some—some—some, someone said
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak (someone said)
To win the retreat, we all in too deep
Pl—pl—playin’ for keeps, don’t play us for weak

[Verse 2: Travis Scott, Swae Lee & Uncle Luke]
Yeah, this shit way too formal, y’all know I don’t follow suit
Stacey Dash, most of these girls ain’t got a clue
All of these hoes I made off records I produced
I might take all my exes and put ’em all in a group
Hit my esés, I need the booch
‘Bout to turn this function to Bonnaroo
Told her “hop in, you comin’ too”
In the 305, bitches treat me like I’m Uncle Luke (don’t stop, pop that pussy!)
Had to slop the top off, it’s just a roof, uh
She said “where we goin’?” I said “the moon”
We ain’t even make it to the room
She thought it was the ocean, it’s just the pool
Now I got her open, it’s just the Goose
Who put this shit together? I’m the glue (someone said)
Shorty FaceTimed me out the blue

[Bridge: Big Hawk & Swae Lee]
Someone said
Pl—playin’ for keeps
Someone said, motherfucker—someone said
Don’t play us for weak

[Part III]

[Intro: Travis Scott, Drake, & Lil Juice]
Yeah
Astro, yeah, yeah
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Ay, ay

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance (yeah)
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light, ayy, yeah, like a light, ayy, yeah

[Verse 3: Drake, Travis Scott & Sheck Wes]
Like a light, ayy
Slept through the flight, ayy
Knocked for the night, ayy, 767, man
This shit got double bedroom, man
I still got scores to settle, man
I crept down the block, (down the block) made a right (yeah, right)
Cut the lights, (yeah, what) paid the price (yeah)
Niggas think it’s sweet, (nah, nah) it’s on sight (yeah, what?)
Nothin’ nice, (yeah) baguettes in my ice (aww, man)
Jesus Christ, (yeah) checks over stripes (yeah)
That’s what I like, (yeah) that’s what we like (yeah)
Lost my respect, you not a threat
When I shoot my shot, that shit wetty like I’m Sheck (bitch!)
See the shots that I took, (ayy) wet like I’m Book (ayy)
Wet like I’m Lizzie, I be spinnin’ Valley
Circle blocks ’til I’m dizzy (yeah, what?)
Like where is he? (yeah, what?)
No one seen him (yeah, yeah)
I’m tryna clean ’em (yeah)

[Chorus: Drake & Travis Scott]
She’s in love with who I am
Back in high school, I used to bus it to the dance
Now I hit the FBO with duffels in my hands (woo!)
I did half a Xan, thirteen hours ’til I land
Had me out like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light (like a light)
Like a light

[Verse 4: Travis Scott]
Yeah, passed the dawgs a celly, sendin’ texts, ain’t sendin’ kites, yeah
He said “keep that on lock”, I say “you know this shit, it’s stife”, yeah
It’s absolute, yeah (yeah) I’m back, reboot (it’s lit!)
LaFerrari to Jamba Juice, yeah (skrrt, skrrt)
We back on the road, they jumpin’ off, no parachute, yeah
Shawty in the back, she said she workin’ on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain’t by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
‘Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this to my daughter, I’ma show her what it took (yeah)
Baby mama cover Forbes, got these other bitches shook
Yeah