Good Form Nicki Minaj

Good Form

Nicki Minaj

Eardrummers

Uh, uh, huh, uh, huh

Uh, yo, hold up, hold up

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

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 the 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

'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 of the back, back of the back

Back of the back, back of 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

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

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 form

Come on, come on, come on

I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good form (come on)

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

'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 of the back, back of the back

Back of the back, back of 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

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

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 form

Come on, come on, come on

I be like ooh he love me, ooh he love me, good form

Come on

Songwriters: Asheton Terrence Hogan / Michael Len Williams / Onika Tanya Maraj

Good Form lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group

Swalla Nicki Minaj, Jason Derulo, ...

Swalla

Nicki Minaj, Jason Derulo, ...

Drank

Young Money

Love in a thousand different flavors

I wish that I could taste them all tonight

No, I ain't got no dinner plans

So you should bring all your friends

I swear that to all y'all my type

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty

Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin', ooh

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Freaky, freaky gyal

My freaky, freaky gyal

Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah

Bad girls gon' swalla-la-la

Bust down on my wrist in this bitch

My pinky-ring bigger than his

Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay

Dolla got too many girls, ay

Met her out in Beverly Hills

All she wear is red bottom heels

When she back it up, put it on the Snap

When she droppin' low, put it on the 'Gram

DJ poppin', she gon' swallow that

Champagne poppin', she gon' swallow that

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty

Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin', ooh

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Freaky, freaky gyal

My freaky, freaky gyal

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin', word to the Dalai Lama

He know I'm a fashion killa, word to John Galliano

He copping that Valentino, ain't no telling me "no"

I'm that bitch, and he know, he know

How y'all wifing these thots? You don't get wins for that

I'm having another good year, we don't get blimps for that

Pussy game still cold, we don't get minks for that

When I'm poppin' them bananas, we don't link chimps for that

I gave these bitches two years, now your time's up

Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks

I'm in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts

My shit slappin' like dude did LeBron's nuts

All you girls in here, if you're feeling thirsty

Come on take a sip 'cause you know what I'm servin'

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)

Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)

Swalla-la-la (drank)

Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)

Swalla-la-la

Swalla-la-la

(J.D)

Freaky, freaky gyal

Swalla-la-la

My freaky, freaky gyal

Swalla-la-la

My freaky, freaky gyal

Swalla-la-la

My freaky, freaky gyal

Derulo

Songwriters: Eric Frederic / Tyrone William Griffin Jr / Onika Maraj / Jason Derulo / Robert Diggs / Russell Jones / Gamal Lewis / Jacob Kasher Hindlin

Swalla lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

Heaven - Beyoncé

Heaven - Beyoncé

I fought for you

The hardest, it made me the strongest

So tell me your secrets

I just can't stand to see you leaving

But heaven couldn't wait for you

No heaven couldn't wait for you

Heaven couldn't wait for you

No heaven couldn't wait for you

So go on, go home

We laughed at the darkness

So scared that we lost it

We stood on the ceilings

You showed me love was all you needed

Heaven couldn't wait for you

Heaven couldn't wait for you

Heaven couldn't wait for you

No heaven couldn't wait for you

No heaven couldn't wait for you, no

Heaven couldn't wait for you

No heaven couldn't wait for you, oh

Heaven couldn't wait for you

So go on, go home

Songwriters: Beyonce Knowles / Jordan Cruz

Heaven lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc

If I Were a Boy - Beyoncé

If I Were a Boy

Beyoncé

Si yo fuera un chico 

Solo por una vez 

Yo me vestiría como quiero, con lo que vea primero 

Y me voy

Saldría a buscar chicas por montón 

Mis amigos que son leales

Siempre van a acompañarme hasta el fin 

Cada noche a vivir

Si yo fuera un chico 

Sé que podría saber

Comprender mucho mejor lo que es amar a una mujer

Sabría escuchar

Pues conozco el dolor 

De perder a quien se quiere porque ignoras lo que tienes 

Y quedas sin saber qué pasó

Si yo fuera un chico

Pero ves no lo soy

Los chicos son de molde 

Y nosotras somos de corazón 

Se piensan que son 

Los del sexo superior 

Pero cuando lo queremos 

Los vence nuestra seducción 

Seducción

Si yo fuera un chico 

Sé que podría saber

Comprender mucho mejor lo que es amar a una mujer

Sabría escuchar

Pues conozco el dolor 

De perder a quien se quiere porque ignoras lo que tienes 

Y quedas sin saber qué pasó

Es muy tarde, ya ves, para regresar 

Perdonarte otra vez ya no lo vas a lograr 

El lugar que ocupabas tu, ya no está más

Pero eres un chico

Qué le vas a hacer (no puedes comprender) 

Que se siente al comprenderme 

O al amar enserio a una mujer 

No sabes escuchar 

No te improrta el dolor 

Hasta que pierdes a quien quieres 

Porque ignoras lo que tienes 

Y quedas sin saber que pasó

Pero eres un chico

Songwriters: Brittany Jean Carlson / Tobias Gad

If I Were a Boy lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management