Yikes (Explicit)
Nicki Minaj"Yikes (Explicit)" is a song by Nicki Minaj, released in 2020 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:21 long and contains 46 lines and 436 words.
Lyrics
0:00Composer: Derrick Milano, Pooh Beatz, Bobby Lamar Barrett & Nicki Minaj
0:00Don't ever fuckin' play with me
0:01Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen
0:03You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)
0:10Pooh, you a fool for this one
0:12Got the strings on 'em
0:12Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo)
0:15I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks)
0:18Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow)
0:21All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh)
0:24This a Mack truck, not a black truck (Woo)
0:28When we move, tell 'em, "Back up," click click, clack, duck
0:31Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
0:34All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
0:38Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)
0:41Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
0:44Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
0:47Grip it right, he be like (Woo)
0:51Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)
0:54Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
0:57Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)
1:00Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo)
1:04Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh)
1:07You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
1:10Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
1:13You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
1:16Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo)
1:19Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah
1:22I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
1:25'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
1:31Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo)
1:34That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do?
1:37Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh)
1:41I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe
1:45Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)
1:48Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
1:51Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
1:54Grip it right, he be like (Woo)
1:58Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)
2:01Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
2:04Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)
2:08Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh)
2:11Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
2:14Bag talk, hmm
2:19It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr)
2:21Quiet, ain't no back talk
Composer: Derrick Milano, Pooh Beatz, Bobby Lamar Barrett & Nicki Minaj Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (Grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Got the strings on 'em Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Mack truck, not a black truck (Woo) When we move, tell 'em, "Back up," click click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo) Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk
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