Gotta go, lemme get the car key
You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a Marquis, everything sparkly
(Man down) Hit 'em on a walkie-talkie
Hit 'em, hit em knock-knock
Tell 'em let me in
My name ring bells, bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real, real bad lesbian
Hit 'em with the Mac, hit 'em with the Tec 9
Hit 'em with the Ruger by the intersec' sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy so my ****** call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy in the trunk or in the Lamby
Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda
I don't wanna hear what you were, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up
Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Doing the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm telling LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm telling President Carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
**** I look like? Chomping on a chicken dinner?
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle?
I'ma be the queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle
I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle
Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kentae
Tell em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my Sensei
So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter
Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have the rap bitches for dinner
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my ***** 7-up in Castaki
This is for my ****** wheelying them Kawasakis
Shout out to the Vackees salt fish Ackees
Kisses is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski
Pump's on the clutch, right hand on the 6-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me)
Gotta go, lemme get the car key
You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a Marquis, everything sparkly
(Man down) Hit 'em on a walkie-talkie
Hit 'em, hit em knock-knock
Tell 'em let me in
My name ring bells, bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real, real bad lesbian
Hit 'em with the Mac, hit 'em with the Tec 9
Hit 'em with the Ruger by the intersec' sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy so my ****** call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy in the trunk or in the Lamby
Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda
I don't wanna hear what you were, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up
Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Doing the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm telling LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm telling President Carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
**** I look like? Chomping on a chicken dinner?
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle?
I'ma be the queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle
I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle
Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kentae
Tell em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my Sensei
So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter
Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have the rap bitches for dinner
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my ***** 7-up in Castaki
This is for my ****** wheelying them Kawasakis
Shout out to the Vackees salt fish Ackees
Kisses is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski
Pump's on the clutch, right hand on the 6-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me)
Gotta go, lemme get the car key
You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a Marquis, everything sparkly
(Man down) Hit 'em on a walkie-talkie
Hit 'em, hit em knock-knock
Tell 'em let me in
My name ring bells, bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real, real bad lesbian
Hit 'em with the Mac, hit 'em with the Tec 9
Hit 'em with the Ruger by the intersec' sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy so my ****** call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy in the trunk or in the Lamby
Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda
I don't wanna hear what you were, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up
Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Doing the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm telling LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm telling President Carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
**** I look like? Chomping on a chicken dinner?
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle?
I'ma be the queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle
I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle
Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kentae
Tell em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my Sensei
So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter
Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have the rap bitches for dinner
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my ***** 7-up in Castaki
This is for my ****** wheelying them Kawasakis
Shout out to the Vackees salt fish Ackees
Kisses is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski
Pump's on the clutch, right hand on the 6-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me)
When will she ever again?
Isn't it "Carter called, lemme get the car key"?
Have I been rapping that line wrong all this time?
Go Hard is one of her best mixtape songs. It's all around perfection.
It's almost perfection personified and I'm left with her amazing but autotuned ciara vocals and then all of the sudden Wayne appears. He gives his solid B effort...tainting this masterpiece.
Quote:
Originally posted by King Maxx
Gotta go, lemme get the car key You don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a Marquis, everything sparkly
(Man down) Hit 'em on a walkie-talkie
Hit 'em, hit em knock-knock
Tell 'em let me in
My name ring bells, bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or a real, real bad lesbian
Hit 'em with the Mac, hit 'em with the Tec 9
Hit 'em with the Ruger by the intersec' sign
Hit 'em with a Tommy so my ****** call me Pammy
And I always keep the jammy in the trunk or in the Lamby
Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda I don't wanna hear what you were, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up
SEPARATES the BOSSES from the LOSSES.
Used to drink water with a little bit of sugar
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups
Doing the scissor-leg on the mat with my foot up
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up
Now I'm telling LA Reid to step his bid up
And I'm telling President Carter he picked a winner
Bitches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter
**** I look like? Chomping on a chicken dinner?
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle? I'ma be the queen no matter how they shuffle
Scripture...Genesis. LOOK IT UP
Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle I'm a bad bitch, no muzzle
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS.THE HIDDEN MESSAGE...I can't contain myself.
Outside of Missy who was more known for her visual and production excellence and not her lyrical excellence and lauryn yet the oldheads know errybody and they mama got writing credits on ha masterpiece...ok, Queen La but she put a dint in the game she didn't change it.
All these other female rappers her muzzled one way or another and I'll let you figure that out.
Bitches is softer than Al Dente, cut from a different kentae
Tell em I'm the ninja, Weezy is my Sensei So I call him Splinter, faster than a sprinter
Gimme my chopsticks, I'll have the rap bitches for dinner
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my ***** 7-up in Castaki
This is for my ****** wheelying them Kawasakis
Shout out to the Vackees salt fish Ackees
Kisses is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski
Pump's on the clutch, right hand on the 6-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me)
When will she ever again?
She will. I have faith.
Her sweet dreams remix was like the Revelation scripture and Go hard is the Genesis
