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Safaree Samuels isn’t totally over his Nicki Minaj breakup and we hope his Twitter account wasn’t hacked.

Safaree, who is a star on “Love & Hip Hop: Hollywood”, took to his Twitter profile on Thursday afternoon to let his fans know that he wanted a baby with Nicki Minaj, or perhaps he still does and that was kind of his way of saying it. “I really want a kid.. Nicki you were suppose to have my child.. I can’t believe this is life,” he tweeted out.

The reality TV star’s comments on Twitter came just moments after Nicki Minaj announced that she is dropping a music video for “You Da Baddest” with Future at midnight. Perhaps Safaree say that Nicki was showing off her banging body in a revealing outfit in the music video and was having regrets. Safaree always maintained that Meek Mill had a lot to do with his and Nicki Minaj breakup. Just a few weeks ago Meek and his goons attacked him at the BET Awards in Los Angeles, but he ran and later posted a video saying that he was out numbered.

Seems Safaree and Meek Mill were in competition on who can knock up Nicki Minaj first and so far none of them did, so perhaps Nas can do the honors. Since his breakup with Nicki Minaj in 2014, Safaree Samuels has been crafting his solo rap career but so far he has yet to find that breakout hit song. The Young Money rapper is currently working on her new album, but so far no concrete detail is available like release date and title. Some sources are saying that it could arrive as early as this year. Since the start of the year she has been very active with a slew of collaborative singles and a few solo efforts.

#YouDaBaddest with @1future @ Midnight!!! ???? pic.twitter.com/51n3meImq7

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) July 27, 2017

Lyrics to ‘YNS’ by YG:

–Intro: Blac Youngsta–
Nigga, we ain’t give no fuck
Ah, nigga, nigga, we gon’ come through with that hundred rounds, hoe
Yeah nigga, you better gon’ be [??] that
[??]
I don’t give no fuck, nigga
Gang shit
[??]
Grrr, bow, bow bow

–Hook: Blac Youngsta (YG)–
Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot
Go rob the spot, go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got ( 4 Hunnid)
[??] dropped, [??] than [??], stash the dope
White in my sock, I hope ex get it
[??], fuck that bish, yeah
I’ma burn your couch and fuck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe (Yeah)
Touch your toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your thaw, or you gotta raw

–Verse 1: YG–
Oooh, what’s up with that neck, hoe?
Oooh, suck it ’till she she got that strip tho?
Oooh, what’s up with that check tho?
I got it, main reason why I flex, hoe (Yeah)
I with it all, always involved, pistol by my draws (Yeah)
Hood nigga in love, pistol whip my broad (Yeah)
[??] my head, that mean that nigga check my call logs
Off that patron, I be feeling like fuck all y’all (yeah)
Told that bitch, don’t drug me, (Yeah)
Told that bitch, don’t love me (Yeah)
Told that bitch, I’m rachet (Yeah)
Told that bitch it’s fuck [??]
Four hoes and these rap nigga with gangbangers and trap niggas
I don’t shake hand, I don’t [??] niggas
I just hold this Mack, nigga (Yeah)

–Hook: Blac Youngsta (YG)–
Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot
Go rob the spot, go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got ( 4 Hunnid)
[??] dropped, [??] than [??], stash the dope
White in my sock, I hope ex get it
[??], fuck that bish, yeah
I’ma burn your couch and fuck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe (Yeah)
Touch your toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your thaw, or you gotta raw

–Verse 2: YFN Lucci (YG)–
Yeah, go catch a body, lil’ nigga, go hit a lick
How the fuck you poppin’ and yet , never popped shit? (You a ultra snitch)
Either or, we ain’t rockin’ with it, get your ni-[??] split
Had your shit looking like a whip with no top on it
Hopped right out on it
Watch me take your hoe, nigga, it’s a robbery
Niggas sounding like me, why the fuck they mocking me?
And I’ve been chasing dough and I can’t let them follow me (Yeah)
And if they go, we gon’

–Hook: Blac Youngsta (YG)–
Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot
Go rob the spot, go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got ( 4 Hunnid)
[??] dropped, [??] than [??], stash the dope
White in my sock, I hope ex get it
[??], fuck that bish, yeah
I’ma burn your couch and fuck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe (Yeah)
Touch your toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your thaw, or you gotta raw

–Verse 3: Blac Youngsta–
Fuck nigga
You [??], I’ma bust your head (Bitch)
I make my haters mad, (Lil’ bitch)
They was always there (Fuck niggas)
Run in the house, (Run in the house, run in the house)
Run up your band, yeah
Go put a scam, yeah
[??] hangin at my pants, yeah

–Hook: Blac Youngsta (YG)–
Shoot us a spot, run from the cops, fuck on a thot
Go rob the spot, go buy a watch
Young nigga shit, we all we got ( 4 Hunnid)
[??] dropped, [??] than [??], stash the dope
White in my sock, I hope ex get it
[??], fuck that bish, yeah
I’ma burn your couch and fuck your friend, hoe
I don’t really smile, I just grin, hoe (Yeah)
Touch your toes, bend it over
I gotta burn your thaw, or you gotta raw

Lyrics to ‘Fuck It Up’ by YG:

–Hook–
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl

–Verse 1–
Ayy, bring that back
Break it out, girl, lose that fake
Got a name tatted on you , girl, who dat there?
Heard you talkin’ that shit, girl, is you ’bout that?
You’re with your girlfriends, I’m with my niggas
I know we drunk talking shit, but that’s my nigga
That Tequilla in my liver
She don’t give it up the first time, then I give her
Fuck it up

–Hook–
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl

–Verse 2–
Fuck it up, run it up, that’s on us
Skinny thang, big ass, that’s a plus
I hit a bad bitch with no condom on (Ooh)
In god we trust, that’s a must
I tryna get it, not get buy
Pay the rent for a hottie with some thick thighs
She don’t ask for nothin’ but a good time (Yeah)
And that pussy good, I’ma at home by midnight
Got your own top, you don’t need no nigga
You’re dressed like it’s summertime when it’s winter (When it’s winter)
Fifty inch weed but you bought it so it’s yours head
Drop it to the floor, girl, drop it to the floor (Yeah)

–Hook–
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl

–Bridge–
You’re with your girlfriends, I’m with my niggas
I know we drunk talking shit, but that’s my nigga
That Tequilla in my system
She don’t give it up the first time, then I give her
You’re dressed like it’s summertime when it’s winter
Fifty inch weed but you bought it so it’s yours head
Drop it to the floor, girl, drop it to the floor (Yeah)

–Hook–
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Fuck it up girl, go on, fuck it up, girl
Go on, fuck it up, girl, go on, fuck it up, girl

Lyrics to ‘Perfect’ by Dave East:

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Lyrics to ‘Periodic Table’ by ASAP Twelvyy:

–Verse 1–
With a love for the underdog
Man, they treat me like the [?]
Ain’t the favorite on your [?]
The livest nigga under y’all, so don’t make me get the gun involved
Catch a charge and run the [?]
I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store
Corner stone, I’ma be the nigga that they calling for
Soaring up, like that nigga Mike in his Jordan 4’s
When I’m coming down only time I’m falling off
Get a [?], ‘lil nigga so broad, fucking talk
I’ma be a statement for that [?] Forbes
This that magic shit like Dumbledore
This that lavish shit y’all tumble for
Niggas want it but I want it more
Make a band off a couple cups, and I’m hot, I got the sun involved
I don’t want it, man, I want it all
These my feelings in a couple bars
Sun shining like it’s fucking [?]

–Hook–
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy

–Verse 2–
I’m from the city where the skinny niggas ride, big [?] on they side
Real life, making fifty out of five
Puffing sticky, sipping Henny while I drive
Real niggas die but I feel so alive
My eye up on the prize, you always gotta strive
Take your piece of devil pie
Now my devil repping [?]
See a ribbon in the skyline, fuck the other side
See my shots is [?], I know niggas that [?]
It’s dark outside, it’s nuts outside
Sharp niggas leave you pumped outside
Parallel to your ride, [?] is the C-25
Blood [?], see the heat in my eyes, keep the heat on my side
‘Cause this Tec probably keep me alive
I ain’t high, I’m just peeping the vibe
Just beef in the Trap, fuck that, and I ain’t keeping it back
Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah

–Hook–
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You know you done fucked up, right?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy
I was grown up by them Glock boys
Them heat-makers and them hot boys
That very night make a [?] boys
Them rock boys and them Glock boys
(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)
You fuck around and you get shot, boy