The Boys (Explicit)
Nicki Minaj"The Boys (Explicit)" is a song by Nicki Minaj, released in 2012 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:03 long and contains 93 lines and 602 words.
Lyrics
0:04P-p-p-p punch line Queen, no boxer though
0:08Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
0:10Tell a hater, Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?
0:12Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
0:14Th-sai-they said I got 5 in a possible
0:16Don't go against Nicki, Impossible
0:18I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle
0:21Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Tosticle
0:23Ni**a-ni**a-ni**a-ni**a
0:25Your lipstick stain
0:29Smells like a cheap hotel
0:33Diamond watches and a gold chain
0:39Can't make my frown turn around
0:43The boys always spending all their money on love
0:47The boys always spending all their money on love
0:51They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
0:54Bone it, own it, Yeah yeah
0:56Dollar, dollar, paper chase it get that money
0:59Yeah yeah
1:02You get high, f**k a bunch of girls
1:06And then cry on top of the world
1:11I hope you have the time of your life
1:15I hope I don't lose it tonight
1:18Ba-ba-ba-ba bald head p**sy got lots of juice
1:20Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
1:22Watch the deuce
1:23Man I'm stingy with my cuttie cat daddy
1:25Did you ever really love me stevie
1:27Rrrrrrr
1:28Pull up in the
1:28Rrrrrrr
1:29Wrist on
1:29Burrrrr
1:30P**sy on
1:30Purrrr Rrrrr
1:32I don't even brake when I'm backing up
1:33I'll swerve on a ni**a if he acting up
1:36I done pushed more sixes then a play date
1:38Get money by the millions, f**k a day rate
1:40Ni**a-ni**a-ni**a-ni**a
1:42Your bossed up swag
1:45Got 'em drooling like a new born babe
1:51The dollars in they eyes
1:54Got 'em blinded by a Masquerade
2:00The boys always spending all their money on love
2:04The boys always spending all their money on love
2:08They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
2:11Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
2:13Dollar, dollar, paper chase it get that money
2:17Yeah yeah
2:19You get high, f**k a bunch of girls
2:23And then cry on top of the world
2:28I hope you have the time of your life
2:32I hope I don't lose it tonight
2:35I put all you b**ches on to them good lace fronts
2:37Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
2:40And yes you're Pre-Mature
2:41Young Money to the Core
2:42I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
2:44Oh that's your new girl?
2:46That's that Mid Grade
2:47Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
2:49Or the Razor
2:50Yeah the Razor
2:51She my son yeah
2:52But I ain't Raise her
2:53Goose me hater
2:54I get that Loose leaf paper
2:55Them V-Necks be studded out
2:56T-Rex be gutted out
2:57I told 'em Nicki be chilling them
2:58I'mma keep hurting they feelings
2:59Because you'll never be Jordan
3:00You couldn't even be Pippen
3:01You couldn't even be tripping
3:02You can't afford a vacation
3:03I'm out in Haiti with Haitians
3:05I go to Asia with Asians
3:06You mad dusty, you a little dusty possum
3:08I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom
3:12You get high, f**k a bunch of girls
3:16And then cry on top of the world
3:20I hope you have the time of your life
3:25I hope I don't lose it tonight
3:29You get high, f**k a bunch of girls
3:34And then cry on top of the world
3:38I hope you have the time of your life
3:42I hope I don't lose it tonight
3:46The boys always spending all their money on love
3:50The boys always spending all their money on love
3:54The boys always spending all their money on love
3:59The boys always spending all their money on love
4:03Cassie
P-p-p-p 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 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho Th-sai-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 Ni**a-ni**a-ni**a-ni**a Your lipstick stain Smells like a cheap hotel 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 Bone it, own it, Yeah yeah Dollar, dollar, paper chase it get that money Yeah yeah You get high, f**k 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 Ba-ba-ba-ba bald head p**sy 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 stevie Rrrrrrr Pull up in the Rrrrrrr Wrist on Burrrrr P**sy on Purrrr Rrrrr I don't even brake when I'm backing up I'll swerve on a ni**a if he acting up I done pushed more sixes then a play date Get money by the millions, f**k a day rate Ni**a-ni**a-ni**a-ni**a Your bossed up swag Got 'em drooling like a new born babe The dollars in they eyes Got 'em 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 Bone it, own it, yeah yeah Dollar, dollar, paper chase it get that money Yeah yeah You get high, f**k 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 b**ches 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 I told 'em 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 little dusty possum I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom You get high, f**k 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, f**k 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 Cassie
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