Did It On’em (Explicit)
Nicki Minaj"Did It On’em (Explicit)" is a song by Nicki Minaj, released in 2010 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:28 long and contains 82 lines and 531 words.
Lyrics
0:00Did It On’em (ディド・イット・オン・エム) (Explicit) - Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜)
0:15Shitted on 'em
0:17Man I just shitted on 'em
0:19Shitted on 'em
0:22Put your number 2's in the air
0:24If you did it on 'em
0:27Shitted on 'em
0:29Man I just shitted on 'em
0:33Shitted on 'em
0:34Put your number 2's in the air
0:36If you did it on 'em
0:38All these b**ches is my sons
0:39And I'm a go and get some bibs for 'em
0:44A couple formulas little pretty lids on 'em
0:46If I had a D**K I would pull it out and piss on 'em
0:50Let me shake it off
0:53I just signed a couple deals I might break you off
0:56And we ain't making up I don't need a mediator
0:59Just let those bums blow steam radiator
1:03That was an earthquake b**ch
1:04Shitted on 'em
1:05You got the ground shaking
1:06Man I just shitted on 'em
1:08You b**ches ain't f**king with her
1:10Shitted on 'em
1:11Put your number 2's in the air
1:12If you did it on 'em
1:15You must have lost your f**king mind
1:16Shitted on 'em
1:18You must have bumped your f**king head
1:19Man I just shitted on 'em
1:21Shitted on 'em
1:22Put your number 2's in the air
1:24If you did it on 'em
1:26This stone is flawless F 1
1:30I keep shooters up top in the F 1
1:33A lot of bad b**ches begging me to F 1
1:36But I'm a eat them rap b**ches when the chef come
1:39Those were fresh ones
1:42More talent in my mother f**king left thumb
1:45She ain't a Nicki fan then the b**ch def dumb
1:48You ain't my son you my motherf**king step son
1:52I don't know what layaway look like
1:54Shitted on 'em
1:56B**ch I can't even spell welfare
1:57Man I just shitted on 'em
1:58You got me mistaken with your mother hoe
1:59Shitted on 'em
2:00Put your number 2's in the air
2:02If you did it on 'em
2:04We at the top b**ch
2:05Shitted on 'em
2:06Man I just shitted on 'em
2:08Shitted on 'em
2:10Put your number 2's in the air
2:12If you did it on 'em
2:17All these b**ches is my sons
2:19And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix
2:22B**ch I get money so I does what I pleases
2:24I live where the motherf**king pools and the trees is
2:29Broke b**ches so crusty disgust me
2:31Gave the b**ch a ride got the Continental dusty
2:34Trust me I keep a couple hundred in the Duff-b
2:36Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me （ew）
2:42I'm the terminator
2:44B**ch talk slick I'm a have to terminate her
2:47These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
2:50You my seed I spray you with a germinator
2:53Move back bugs matter fact
2:57You know the queen could use a back rub
2:59If you could turn back time Cher
3:01You used to be here now you're gone Nair
3:07Shitted on 'em
3:08Man I just shitted on 'em
3:13Shitted on 'em
3:14Put your number 2's in the air
3:16If you did it on 'em
3:19Shitted on 'em
3:22Man I just shitted on 'em
3:25Shitted on 'em
3:27Put your number 2's in the air
3:28If you did it on 'em
Did It On’em (ディド・イット・オン・エム) (Explicit) - Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜) Shitted on 'em Man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number 2's in the air If you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em Man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number 2's in the air If you did it on 'em All these b**ches is my sons And I'm a go and get some bibs for 'em A couple formulas little pretty lids on 'em If I had a D**K I would pull it out and piss on 'em Let me shake it off I just signed a couple deals I might break you off And we ain't making up I don't need a mediator Just let those bums blow steam radiator That was an earthquake b**ch Shitted on 'em You got the ground shaking Man I just shitted on 'em You b**ches ain't f**king with her Shitted on 'em Put your number 2's in the air If you did it on 'em You must have lost your f**king mind Shitted on 'em You must have bumped your f**king head Man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number 2's in the air If you did it on 'em This stone is flawless F 1 I keep shooters up top in the F 1 A lot of bad b**ches begging me to F 1 But I'm a eat them rap b**ches when the chef come Those were fresh ones More talent in my mother f**king left thumb She ain't a Nicki fan then the b**ch def dumb You ain't my son you my motherf**king step son I don't know what layaway look like Shitted on 'em B**ch I can't even spell welfare Man I just shitted on 'em You got me mistaken with your mother hoe Shitted on 'em Put your number 2's in the air If you did it on 'em We at the top b**ch Shitted on 'em Man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number 2's in the air If you did it on 'em All these b**ches is my sons And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix B**ch I get money so I does what I pleases I live where the motherf**king pools and the trees is Broke b**ches so crusty disgust me Gave the b**ch a ride got the Continental dusty Trust me I keep a couple hundred in the Duff-b Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me （ew） I'm the terminator B**ch talk slick I'm a have to terminate her These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator You my seed I spray you with a germinator Move back bugs matter fact You know the queen could use a back rub If you could turn back time Cher You used to be here now you're gone Nair Shitted on 'em Man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number 2's in the air If you did it on 'em Shitted on 'em Man I just shitted on 'em Shitted on 'em Put your number 2's in the air If you did it on 'em
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