Nicki Minaj “Pink Friday 2” Lyrics: Complete Album Lyrics

Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics

Here is the complete album lyrics of Nicki Minaj’s Pink Friday 2

Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Album lyrics

Needle lyrics ft Drake

Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Are you Gone Already?

What you doin’, papa?
Hi
No, uh-uh
Say hi
Hi

Don’t you know I’m no good for you?
I’ve learned to lose you, can’t afford to
Tore my shirt to stop you bleedin’
But nothin’ ever stops you leavin’
Quiet when I’m coming home and I’m on my own

You never got to meet papa (I could lie, say I like it like that)
He sweet proper, he keep mama (Like it like that)
On my toes, I needed help (I could lie, and say I like it like that)
You booked a flight in three days (Like it like that)
You’d meet papa (Mm)
The waiting, the gazing
The painting, the raging
The raving, the pacing
The praying, the shaking
I must admit, I was breaking
I must admit, I was taking
I must admit, my heart was racing
Telephone waiting, make it
I just believed you wakin’
A memory in the makin’
Call me
Won’t you call me? (Call)
No, you gone

(Are you gone already?)
Are you gone already?
I’ll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend, but keep me closer (Call me back)
And I’ll call you when the party’s over
Quiet when I’m coming home and I’m on my own

So deal, ‘Nika, it’s real, ‘Nika (I could lie, say I like it like that)
Don’t stress, Onika, so blessed, Onika (Like it like that)
Today, it’s 12/3/23 (I could lie, say I like it like that)
Your baby’s three, he’s the best, Onika (Like it like that)
Set me, set me, set me free
Why didn’t you come back to get me?
Let me, let me, let me be
Why would anyone want to love me?
Rich, yes, but are you happy? (Rich, yes, but are you happy?)
All this guilt you carry is heavy (All of this guilt is heavy)
You’ve already made your peace with me
One day, you’ll have to forgive mommy
But she knows you know too much already (Don’t you know too much already?)

I’ll only hurt you if you let me
Call me friend, but keep me closer (Call me back)
And I’ll call you when the party’s over
Quiet when I’m coming home and I’m on my own
And I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that (Ah)
Yeah, I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

But nothin’ is better sometimes
Once we’ve both said our goodbyes
Let’s just let it go
Let me let you go

Quiet when I’m coming home and I’m on my own
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that
I could lie, say I like it like that, like it like that

Barbie Dangerous

(Tony ain’t shit)
Ayo

Barbie dangerous
Weak bitches don’t endanger us
You are over, you ain’t in range of us
‘Cause I won, won, won, won angel numbers
Fashions and Burberry rain boots
Lookin’ like every designer fav muse
Front row, next to the who’s who’s
Tryna build another Barbie doll, screw’s loose
Name a rapper that can channel Big Poppa and push out Papa Bear, whole mother of the year
Every summer I come out to walk, bitches, make ’em disappear, but to me it’s just another year
She ain’t got that kind of flare, let me see what I’ma wear, they gon’ copy, I’ma wear Moncler
Heavy on the arch (Facts), he was hittin’ from the back
Then he asks was all this my hair, um, yeah

Spit-spit-spit your game, pop your shit, face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches, ain’t got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pick one ticket, I got the white one
These rap bitches you like is my sons
Stick ’em on this rap shit when I’m done

I’m still sittin’ here, you got a lot to prove
Appreciatin’ my solitude
Beef ain’t my go-to but I got bags and this bread if we buyin’ food
And I’m still queenin’, Chanel bags
They still swingin’, old hits
They still swingin’, they like the flow, they still streamin’
But it’s kill season, you apologize, but it’s still treason
Got ’em steamin’ like dry cleanin’
Move on my timin’, I ain’t no demon
Hoes’ words ain’t got no meanin’
Queen of this rap shit, it’s Bohemian
Their worst nightmare, they still dreamin’
Bitches Jack and I’m still queenin’
And I’m still prayin’
You would too if you knew how these jealous bitches move
First twenty-two by twenty-two
They don’t know the half ’til they cracked in two
So called beef with who, wait, who?
Broke a couple rap niggas hearts in two
Now that my jack pun interviews (Interviews, interviews)
It’s clear to see they wanna be me
Hit the road, E-X-I-T
My flow, they B-I-T
Shots thrown, but I-D-C
Go home or do it B-I-G
My throne, they can’t S-I-T
My crown, you can’t F-I-T
I’ma tell you like a nigga told me

Spit-spit-spit your game, pop your shit, face on pretty, ass stay thick
Beef with who? She got the right one
All these rap bitches they ain’t got to like none
Kitty on fleek, I got the tight one
Pick one ticket, I got the white one
These rap bitches you like is my sons
Stick ’em on this rap shit when I’m done

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: FTCU”

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Beep Beep”

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Fallin 4 U”

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Let Me Calm Down”
(feat. J. Cole)

Pull off and I always hit ’em
He actin’ like I ain’t always with him
My heart sayin’ that I love him while I’m screamin’ that I hate him
And it ain’t no more debatin’, this time it’s an ultimatum
I never forgot where I was at the first day I met him
Yeah, it was love at first sight, but I ain’t never sweat him
I knew if it was meant to be that one day I would let him
Twenty years later them decisions, I don’t regret them
Just wish you would give me space when I really need it
To be alone in my zone when I’m really heated
Just ’cause I am quiet, don’t mean you’re defeated
Wish you ain’t need me to feel like you’re completed
Don’t wanna say somethin’ mean when I don’t mean it
Million missed calls, I don’t wanna talk
Just did a detox, now I wanna spark

I wrote a line for you and it was beautiful
I made a song for you, and sang you’re beautiful
Oh, you’re so, so irresistible
Take me to somewhere mystical
Your soul
Do you know? For you I promise I’ll try
For you I promise I’ll try
For you I promise I’ll try

[J. Cole:]
Uh, havin’ her ain’t for the faint of heart
She bad as fuck, but hard to deal with, and it ain’t her fault
She got ambition like them niggas, and the vision for herself
So she can’t rest until she feel like she done made a mark
So if you love her, then you gotta learn to play your part
Sometimes you gotta play the back
But when you do, make sure you play it smart
All these niggas want her, so they hatin’ hard
They talkin’ slick and make you wanna pull a Rated-R
You like her, love her like a brother, like a manager, an A&R
Plus a therapist when it start rainin’ hard
Her life was trauma filled, it left her with a tainted heart
Yet, you the nigga that she wanna tat her name across
But you need patience and a lot of extra faith from God
To keep the family together, at a time when it’s so regular to break apart
So God forbid y’all got a kid, therefore, I hate the thought
It’s you and her against the world until there ain’t no more breath from your lungs
I’m just a messenger, but God is who this message is from
I wanna send you my respect because I rep for the ones
That hold they wifey down despite all of the extras that come
Word to Willy Smith, these silly niggas heckle and shun
As if they life was somehow perfect and they never been plunged
Into a dark place, so I can’t respect when it’s done
It’s family first through the worst, comin’ second to none
For real

[Nicki Minaj:]
I wrote a line for you and it was beautiful
I made a song for you, I sang you’re beautiful (Oh)
You’re so dope, so many reasons to hold me close
Take me to somewhere mystical
Your soul
For you, know

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: RNB”
(feat. Lil Wayne & Tate Kobang)

Creep, creep, my lil’ secret, she don’t have to be (Have to be)
I just need you ’bout it, ’bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, the body, body, it’s a masterpiece (Ah)
Freak, I throw it deep, then put that ass to sleep
Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn’t me (Me)
Cheat, had to cheat on him, and that’s because of me (That’s because of me)
Heat, when I’m in the streets, can’t get one on me (On me)
She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB, yeah (On me)

Ayo, real nigga bitch, call me RNB (Ooh)
His ex bitches mad than they oughta be (Kyuh)
Body a work of art like the Mona Li’ (Grrt)
See, it’s a lot of y’all, only one of me (Uh)
We don’t make love, we be fuckin’, that’s G shit
If he gotta put a opp down, I don’t see shit
I keep his secrets, I let him beast it
Kissin’ on my thighs and my breast, he two-pieced it
I just wanna watch him do his push-ups with his sweats on
Every time he hit it, he gon’ nail it like a press-on
When I ride his dick, the only time he gettin’ flexed on
Hit it from the back with my pumps and my dress on (Ooh)
If you love me, baby, tattoo my whole name
We be laughin’ while they hatin’ ’cause they so lame
Other niggas shoot they shot, but they got no aim (No aim)

Creep, creep, my lil’ secret, she don’t have to be (Woah)
I just need you ’bout it, ’bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, the body, body is a masterpiece (Masterpiece)
Freak, I throw it deep, then put that ass to sleep (Baow, baow, baow)
Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn’t me (Wasn’t me)
Cheat, had to cheat on him, and that’s because of me (‘Cause of me)
Heat, when I’m in the streets, can’t get one on me (Oh, oh, oh)
She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB, yeah

She my RNB
Fuck her to some R&B, make me wanna sing
That shit sound like harmony when she moan for me
And that cat baby fat like Kimora Lee
Pop that pussy for a real nigga
I’ma mop that pussy like a spill, nigga
Make her pop that pussy like a pill, nigga
I’ma make her swap that pussy for a real nigga
If she get a opp, that pussy, I’ma kill that bitch
I don’t adopt that pussy, bitch, I kidnap it
I make her lock that pussy and conceal that clit
‘Bout to buy a fake booty for a real-ass bitch, yeah

Creep, creep, my lil’ secret, she don’t have to be (Woah)
I just need you ’bout it, ’bout it like you Master P (Master P)
Please, the body, body, it’s a masterpiece (Oh)
Freak, I throw it deep, then put that ass to sleep
Cheap, he was cheap, bitch, that wasn’t me (Wasn’t me)
Cheat, had to cheat on him, and that’s because of me (‘Cause of me)
Heat, when I’m in the streets, can’t get one on me (Oh)
She a real nigga bitch, I call her RNB (Woah)

Lingerie on, I hope you waitin’ for me, baby
My friends say you ain’t shit, they hatin’ on my baby (Baby)
Off the ’42, we fuck around and make some babies (Oh, no-no-no)
‘Member when them boys pulled you over and we skated? (Baby)
Lingerie on, I hope you waitin’ for me, baby (Brr, hello?)
Your friends still hatin’, shit, they hatin’ on me, baby (Oh)
We was on the block, now it’s houses and they gated (Oh)
I got a lot of bitches, they ain’t fuckin’ with my baby
Uh, oh, baby
Oh, baby

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Pink Birthday”

I’ma make you feel like it’s your special day
I’m about to decorate, let’s celebrate
I won’t hesitate, do anything you say
Mm (Anything you say)
It’s okay, it’s your day, it’s your way
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday

Uh, it’s your party, you can do what you want to
Got the champagne, got your favorite blunts too
Do the six-nine ‘fore we do the one-two
On call and fuck me like you want to
Vanilla ice cream comin’ down my ass cheeks
Decent, throw it back, make it clap cheeks
He like the way I smell, PF2
He bend me up, pre-etzel
I let him have his cake and I let him eat it too
He might jack and yell, let him beat it too
Pink birthday card, this for me to you
(Hey)
Lowkey ’cause we just that ill now
Ain’t never had a ill bitch ’til now
Post a pic, got him jackin’ like Jill now
Break the internet at will now

I’ma make you feel like it’s your special day (Like it’s your special day)
I’m about to decorate, let’s celebrate (Celebrate)
I won’t hesitate to anything you say (Say)
Mm
It’s your day, it’s okay
It’s your day, it’s your way
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday
Happy pink birthday

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Cowgirl”
(feat. Lourdiz)

[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo
Who the fuck is this? I think I might know his bitch
Ice on his wrist, pullin’ up in the six
Talkin’ ’bout he packin’ like a flight for a trip
Said he don’t drink but he might take a sip
Be on point when you come through to see me
He know all these other bitches really wanna be me
I know how to make a nigga dick get creamy
Pussy dreamy, ayo
One, two, check, one, it’s one, two
I get it done too, forty inch, my front too
I get a three, four, yep, yep, I’m ’bout to ride him like a seesaw
Is that C. Dior?
Do you see? Is she done, leavin’ here when you pullin’ in a V.?
Is she gon’ bust it open, or all is ’bout to see?
K-I-S-S-I-N-G while you are in a tree
Rude boy, in that pris

[Lourdiz:]
Just wanna get drunk tonight
Then I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl
He’s gon’ look me in the eyes
And I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
Then I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl
He’s gon’ look me in the eyes
And I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl

[Nicki Minaj:]
Ayo
Welcome to the show, yeah, this the rodeo
The bull I ride is not mechanical
Peak under my dress, Marilyn Monroe
I got a cowboy, the boy is gung ho
Better than me? Oh, no, not one ho
Big buckle on, his cowboy hat low
Nigga said he pack and I said pack more
Copycats crunchy like an apple
Excuse me, what I gotta do to show these bitches they amuse me?
Prada, Milan, Italy, that is what my shoes be
I’ma keep it real with you, so please, do not accuse me
If you can’t do it three times a night, you’re gonna lose me
Yo, babe, pass me the two-piece
The colorful one must be the poochie, ussy
I knew the tipsy while I’m juicy
Sparks J, sips tea, cock the Uzi

[Lourdiz:]
Just wanna get drunk tonight
Then I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl
He’s gon’ look me in the eyes
And I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
Then I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl
He’s gon’ look me in the eyes
And I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl

Cowgirl
Cowgirl
I’ma ride on
Cowgirl
Cowgirl

[Nicki Minaj:]
Boy, they could never be you
None of them could ever be this cute
Bo-boy, they could never be you
Can’t fight, they can’t ever beat you

[Lourdiz:]
Just wanna get drunk tonight
Then I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl
He’s gon’ look me in the eyes
And I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl
Just wanna get drunk tonight
Then I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl
He’s gon’ look me in the eyes
And I’ma ride in cowgirl, cowgirl

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Everybody”
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop (Don’t stop, don’t stop the beat)
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop (Can’t stop, won’t stop the beat)
Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop (I won’t stop, won’t the beat, let’s go)
Don’t stop, hey, hey, hey

We gon’ spin and kill (Everybody)
These bitches fuck (Everybody)
A nigga tellin’ on (Everybody)
Oh (Move your feet and feel u-)
We gon’ spin and kill (Everybody)
These bitches fuck (Everybody)
A nigga tellin’ on (Everybody)
Oh (Ayo, move your feet and feel u-)

All these bitches on my (Body)
Spent another bag on my (Body)
Nah, nigga, you ain’t fucked a new (Body)
Every whip, Heavy On It, new (Body)
Shorty mad ’cause she ain’t no (Body)
Pretty face with a Barbie doll (Body)
‘Nother year, ‘nother Vince Lom’ (Body)
Oh (Move your feet and feel u-)

D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (Target)
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (Neutralize)
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (Trigger)
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (Shoot, fire)
Don’t stop, don’t stop (Fire)
Don’t stop, don’t stop (Fire)
Don’t stop (Fire), don’t stop the beat
Can’t stop (Let’s go), can’t stop the beat (Fire)

We gon’ spin and kill (Everybody)
These bitches fuck (Everybody)
A nigga tellin’ on (Everybody)
Oh (Move your feet and feel u-)
We gon’ spin and kill (Everybody)
These bitches fuck (Everybody)
A nigga tellin’ on (Everybody)
Oh (Move your feet and feel u-)

I ain’t tryna be buddy (Body)
I’m a multi-million dollar home (Body)
Hollow points gonna go through your (Body)
Washin’ them bitches, Bath and (Body)
He be kissin’ all over my (Body)
Get his dick stiffer than a roll (Body)
‘Nother year, ‘nother Vince Lom’ (Body)
Oh (Move your feet and-)

D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (Target)
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (Neutralize)
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (Trigger)
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (Shoot, fire)
Don’t stop, don’t stop (Fire)
Don’t stop, don’t stop (Fire)
Don’t stop (Fire), don’t stop the beat
Can’t stop (Let’s go), can’t stop the beat (Fire)

We gon’ spin and kill (Everybody, this ain’t what you want)
These bitches fuck (Everybody, this ain’t what you want)
A nigga tellin’ on (Everybody, this ain’t what you want)
Oh (Move your feet and feel u-, this ain’t what you want)
We gon’ spin and kill (Everybody, this ain’t what you want)
These bitches fuck (Everybody, this ain’t what you want)
A nigga tellin’ on (Everybody, this ain’t what you want)
Oh (Move your feet and feel u-)

Lil Uzi, woah (Body)
Better than every (Body)
My felony’s catchin’ (Body)
They don’t even know my (Body, woah)
All my bitches get jealous (-Body)
Buy ’em all a BBL ‘fore they got a (Body)
One, two, three, four, five, just throwin’ my high (Body)
Beat so hard that a nigga might die (Move your feet and-)

Damn
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (This ain’t what you want, ah)
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (This ain’t what you want, ah)
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (This ain’t what you want, ah)
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat (This ain’t what you want, ah)

All of my bitches get jealous (D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat, ha-ha)
Like an old school, girl, I’m still rockin’ them Pelles (D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat, ha-ha)
Got a young bitch like a nigga own Belly (D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat, ha-ha)
Himalayan pussy worth way more than the Cali (D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop, ha-ha)
Good coochie worth way more than a what? (Don’t stop, don’t stop, woah)
I like to see it from the front when I look at your butt (Don’t stop, don’t stop)
She got the junk in her trunk, that’s the reason why I’m cuffed (Don’t stop, don’t stop)
I don’t even care if my opp really my cousin (Don’t stop, don’t stop)
All of my niggas (Don’t stop), they slide with the button (Let’s go, let’s go, brrt, brrt)

We gon’ spin and kill (Everybody)
These bitches fuck (Everybody)
A nigga tellin’ on (Everybody)
Oh (Move your feet and feel u-)
We gon’ spin and kill (Everybody)
These bitches fuck (Everybody)
A nigga tellin’ on (Everybody)
Oh (Move your feet and feel u-)

Body, body, body, body
Body, body, body
Move your feet and feel u-
Don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat
D-d-don’t stop the beat, don’t stop the beat

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Big Difference”

Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Red Ruby Da Sleeze

(Queen!)

Only on them Cs if it’s breeze
Red Ruby da Sleeze
Chinese on my sleeves
These wanna be Chun Li’s
Anyway, nǐ hǎo (nî hâo)
Who the fuck told bitches they was me now?
I knew these bitches was slow
I ain’t know these bitches senile
Married a shooter, case you niggas tried to breathe loud
Boom your face off then I tell him cease fire
I’m the A, B side
Seven hundred on them horses when we fixing to leave
But I don’t fuck with horses since Christopher Reeves
(Oh‐oh, oh‐oh!)

Gotta be careful when I dip, it’s flips all in the whip
It’s 40s with 30 clips, FN’s with the switch
Guacamole with the taco
Waiting for El Chapo
Came in the Rolls and left low in the Tahoe

Bad gyal don’t die, die, die
Hundred rounds on dat gratata
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don’t run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me

Miss me with that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
I stay with my na-na-na-na-na-na-na
His ex hit him, he like nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
He want the bad gyal sleeze like dat
Why I’ma tease like that?
Ill na-na-na-na-na-na-na
He told me bring him that na-na-na-na-na-na-na
We don’t be Karen like Donna-na-na-na-na-na-na
I like it when he grab my cheeks like that, why I’m a freak like that?

Bad gyal don’t die, die, die
Hundred rounds on dat gratata
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don’t run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me

When the queen, leave bitches wanna come out like a cockroach
Until I’m cooking in the kitchen like a pot roast
That new Spectre, we don’t feel pot holes
Dorito bitches mad that they nachos
Shout out my vatos
Shout out da hoes that’s watching me like Movados
Click-click, all them, all them botched face photos, why would you post those?
Make a gyal duppy since I heard you like my ghost hoes
Big truck but I’m alone like Post though
Call Malone and tell him I’m going postal
These bitches rapping like my blooper roll
Desert eagle if your nigga acting Super Bold
Got ’em like uh-oh
Gun fingers like niggas doing the bogle
Ya fucking bozo
That .40 cal a make ’em dance like a go-go
Super Fakks, that’s word to Super Cat
We ah rude gyal youth and we nuh tek back we chat
‘Cause bitches couldn’t walk in my Crocs, that’s word to Dundee
Just a bunch of airheads like Kelly Bundy
Man, these bitches so slow, man, they slower than sloths
Six hundred horse, how you gon’ catch the boss?
Caught ’em with they hand out, tryna catch the sauce
Thierry Mugler flow tryna cut the cloth
See the difference is, I run businesses
If I ain’t employ you, then what yo business is?
I’ll have staff roll up like what the business is?
Oh, you don’t know that my niggas kill witnesses?

Bad gyal don’t die, die, die
Hundred rounds on dat gratata
Real one lick a shot-ta-ta
She my lil’ vibe, my lil’ ah-ah-ah
Bad gyal don’t run from nobody, like ah
Rude boy want me touching on his body, like yah
Boy affi dead if he ever diss me
And he know what to do if he ever miss me

(If you want me to stay
I’ll never leave
If you want me to stay
We’ll always be
If you want me to stay
I’ll never leave
If you want me to stay
Love endlessly
If you want me to stay)

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Forward From Trini”
(feat. Skillibeng & Skeng)

Bruk a gyal bad like Nicki, and she
And she faawud from Trini, and she
She, she small, broad and witty and she
Real deal, she nuh gwaan like pickney, and she
Have a small pussy, small, slippery, and she
Gwan wicked den mi start dig it
And she start crawb mi skin and a gwaan like bitch
Gimme all style wid it, make mi waan wife it
She just a bounce pon mi buddy and she, yeah
Tear and scrape up mi buddy
You a make up yuh face
Mi a tear up yuh tummy, ah, she
Yuh pussy so great, mi haffi love it
Do yuh hair and yuh nails, yuh nuh fava nuh duppy

Cum inna yuh mouth, mek yuh chug it
She a smile and a seh mi taste like a curry
Gun inna mi waist like a police
She love bad man
Waist like a police
Gun inna yuh waist like a police
She love, she love bad man
Waist like a police
I said di gun inna yuh waist like a
She love, she love bad man (Ayy, yo)

They gotta look to me for what’s next
Too busy tryin’ to chase my footsteps
Hit up my account and send mi go a shop
Why mi pussy good suh? bombo-rassclaat
Mm, hard to get me
Hard fi left me
Hard to forget me
You get me, man, you get me
Wh-where Trinidad, Jamaica pop shit
Guyana, Barbados inna yuh top shit
Bahamas, Saint Thomas, Turks and Caicos
Belize, Saint Kitts, Haiti and Lagos
Ou-out in Cali, they love me, down in Valley, they love me
Out in Valley, they dumbin’, out in Maui, we comin’
Poppin’ out in Bengali, lookin’ just like a dolly
With a pretty Somali, then hit Malawi

She love gunman enough, Trinidad dat
And if yuh nah flick bat, yuh betta lock chat
She waan gangster fi kill her wid backshot
Gunman up inna yuh belly like hopscotch
Send it tight up in deh, yuh tink mi ramp up?
Barbz and dolly me say
My name comes up
Violent, island girls, we get the thumbs up
Gunman nuh beg you a fuck, mi talk straight up
Straight up, mi hail it, mi like all yuh nails stay
Shape good, yuh name good, gwaan wid di ways nuh
Yuh man fail yuh, mi deh yah suh fi save yuh
And mi nuh wear cape, have gun pon mi waist too

Bruk a, bruk a gyal bad like Nicki, and she
And she faawud from Trini, and she
She, she small, great and witty, ah, she
Real deal, she nuh gwaan like pickney, and she

Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa
Go Papa, go Papa, go Papa, go Papa (Brr)

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Pink Friday Girls”

I could tell he the one ’cause they hatin’ on him
Used to be a high roller, but I skated on him
When he went away, then I just waited on him
Came back, then I got X-rated on him
Never, never hesitated on him
Even thought I had to go up, elevated on him
Had the trap house, but it got raided on him
But I kept it real, player, never traded on him, uh
I mean, I wouldn’t call ’em mini-me’s
More like the whiskey to the raggedy, I sent him in, plus I mean
What if I’m showin’ for gettin’ in
Me and my girls been them hoes, start weedin’ them, uh
When the sun hit his eyes, I wanna star-star, tw-twinkle at night
Guys, I just can’t say bye
Said at least be tight, let me samurai fly

Phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, “What you gonna do with your life?”
Oh, daddy dear, you know you’re still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have—

I’m lookin’ for, I’m lookin’ for my baby (I’m lookin’ for my baby)
I’m lookin’ for, I’m lookin’ for my baby (I’m lookin’ for my baby)

Look-lookin’ for my lipgloss and my liner (Liner)
Lookin’ for him, tell him meet me at the diner (Diner)
Got him smilin’ ’cause he know I outshine her (Shine her)
Had to pop her just to remind her
Easy lil’ ho, don’t know my M.O
If I want your nigga, then just let him go
Can’t sit in my seat, can’t sit in my row
He been said I’m yes, he been said you no
He got that fetish for some pretty feet
He got that Super Bass, make my heart skip a beat, I mean
Red cups like double D’s
Chanel bags everywhere, that’s double C’s
Uh, you rich bitch, buy in your dreams
You know we gettin’ to the bag, keepin’ it a bean
(They said—) They said what? Oh, yeah, I seen
We doin’ great, Alexander, word to McQueen

Phone rings in the middle of the night
My father yells, “What you gonna do with your life?”
Oh, daddy dear, you know you’re still number one
But girls, they wanna have fun
Oh, girls just wanna have—

Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (Have fun)
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (Have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (I wanna have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (I wanna have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (I wanna have fun)
Just wanna have, just wanna have, just wanna have fun (I wanna have fun)

Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (Have fun)
Just wanna, just wanna, just wanna have fun (Have fun)

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Super Freaky Girl”

Ay, yo

I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin’ and slidin’
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K

One thing about me, I’m the baddest alive
He know the prettiest bitch didn’t come until I arrive
I don’t let bitches get to me, I fuck they man if they try
I got a princess face, a killer body, samurai mind
They can’t be Nicki, they so stupid, I just laugh when they try
A thong bikini up my ass, I think I’ll go for a dive
His ex bitch went up against me, but she didn’t survive
On applications I write, “Pressure”, ’cause that’s what I apply (Brrrr)
Pressure applied, can’t fuck a regular guy
Wetter than umbrellas and stickier than Apple Pie

I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin’ and slidin’
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K

‘Cause what the fuck, this ain’t Chanel, nigga, custom down?
Like, what the fuck, this ain’t Burberry, custom brown?
He said, “Could you throw it back while you touch the ground?”
Then he said, “Do that pussy purr?” I said, “Yup, meow”
Hold up, fuck boys, ain’t no need for you to roll up
Ain’t no need for you to double tap neither, scroll up
Keep these bitches on they toes like Manolo
Be on the lookout when I come through, BOLO
Oh, whoa
Elegant bitch with a hoe glow
If it ain’t big, then I won’t blow
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe
Fuck is the tea? I just F’d a G
Make him say “Uhh”, just ask Master P
Ball so hard, I just took a knee
Get me Rocky A$AP, nigga, word to RIH

Freak
F-f-freak
Some gyal a freak
Gyal a freak
Gyal a freak, freak, freak, freak

I can lick it, I can ride it
While you slippin’ and slidin’
I can do all them little tricks and keep the dick up inside it
You can smack it, you can grip it
You can go down and kiss it
And every time he leave me ‘lone, he always tell me he miss it
He want a F-R-EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-K, A-K, A-K, A-K
EEEEE-A-K
F-R-EEEEE-A-

There I go again kickin’ some dumb flow
Think they Harajuku, they just some young ho (Bahm, bahm)
Fronto with the raw, how the gumbo roll
My nigga with the pot, it ain’t gumbo though (Bahm, bahm)
Switchy on my hippy, sound like drumroll, ho
I paid a couple bands, let the drumrolls go
Switchin’ up the plans if that dumb ho go
We out in SoHo, you just so-so, ho (Bahm, bahm)
Man, y’all know that bitch is wack, y’all gon’ tell her or not?
Y’all report everything, y’all be tellin’ a lot (Bahm, bahm)
‘Boutta tell my niggas, “Chill,” ‘fore they snap like chat
Pussy and the crown, everything intact (Mm)

They say my price ridiculous, I don’t like them bitches
Pussy tight and vicious, hit them lights to lick this (Oop) (Bahm, bahm)
Screamin’, “Fuck the opposition” (Kyuh), totin’ Glocks and switches
Used to pots and dishes (Brr) (Bahm, bahm)
Got the Bentley ’cause that’s just tradition
Made him drop his bitches just from pussy pictures (Kyuh) (Bahm, bahm)
Made him eat me, we don’t swap positions
We don’t talk on phones, don’t put the cops in business (Bahm, bahm)

I’m tryna keep my cool so don’t be blowin’ my high
Bitches ain’t blowin’ up, they only blowin’ the guys (Bahm, bahm)
Heavy on the side, everything is a vibe
I’ve been here for a minute, just enjoyin’ the ride (Bahm, bahm)
Gabbana denim boots all the way to the thighs
‘Fit cost a grip, hope you enjoyin’ the fly
A bitch been sittin’ back, just lettin’ you bitches lie
Throwin’ your likkle shots, I’ve been lettin’ them slide (Bahm, bahm)
Me against you, you know who they gon’ decide
Tryin’ to be down, application denied (Bahm, bahm)
He could tell this pussy good by the look in my eye
Don’t ever run up on me ‘less you lookin’ to die (Mm)

They say my price ridiculous, I don’t like them bitches
Pussy tight and vicious, hit them lights to lick this (Oop) (Bahm, bahm)
Screamin’, “Fuck the opposition” (Kyuh), totin’ Glocks and switches
Used to pots and dishes (Brr) (Bahm, bahm)
Got the Bentley ’cause that’s just tradition
Made him drop his bitches just from pussy pictures (Kyuh) (Bahm, bahm)
Made him eat me, we don’t swap positions
We don’t talk on phones, don’t put the cops in business (Bahm, bahm)

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: My Life”

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Tried to play me but I shitted on ’em first
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
He caught feelings when I rode it in reverse
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind
These bitches mad I did better and first

When I go, I can’t take the money with me
Gotta keep it heater ’round, they tryna get me, woah
Real or fake, sorry, baby, I don’t know (Baby, I don’t know)
They don’t know me, but they always judgin’ my life
They can’t tell me who to love or fuck, it’s my life
They gon’ talk about me whether I’m wrong or I’m right
I don’t need no more drama in my life
My life, my life, my life (My life)
My life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life (My life, my life, my life)

Ai-ain’t no prints on the jammies
But he’ll still tuck that ass to sleep like your mammy
I pull strings without the hammy
Bunch of jealous bitches, but I know the real bitches hear me
A bitch hot, come fan me
A-and that ass still sittin’ so I know they can’t stand me
Sexy bitch, but my money real manly
Sealed your fate if you ever hated on the family (Mm)

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Tried to play me but I shitted on ’em first
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
I stole his heart and then I put it in a verse
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
He caught feelings when I rode it in reverse
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind
These bitches mad I did better and first

When I go, I can’t take the money with me
Gotta keep a heater ’round, they tryna get me, woah
Real or fake, sorry, baby, I don’t know (Baby, I don’t know)
They don’t know me but they always judgin’ my life
They can’t tell me who to love or fuck, it’s my life
They gon’ talk about me whether I’m wrong or I’m right
I don’t need no more drama in my life
My life, my life, my life (My life)
My life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life (My life, my life, my life)

Once I had a love and it was a gas
Soon turned out had a heart of glass
Seemed like the real thing, only to find
Mucho mistrust, love’s gone behind

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Nicki Hendrix”
(feat. Future)

Let me just be honest with you because
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
See the mentions
We had questions hard for me
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different

I saw ’em like missed tags, I wanted to clear ’em
I feel like you here and they love you, how you let my love near you?
Could open your fears up, I had to tear up
How was I thinkin’ ’bout you when I’m shakin’ hands with your superior?
I knew you was somethin’ serious, wanted to protect you
Never upset you, just wanted to sex you
Never, ever would’ve left you
Tell me, I’ll come back and get you
Pickin’ the issues
But never no tissues

(It’s because)
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
See the mentions
We had questions hard for me
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
See the mentions
We had questions hard for me
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different

[Nicki Minaj:]
Don’t you walk away from me
How you let me-e-e walk away from you-ooh?
Baby, did you think there were a million me’s?
I guess I underestimated you-ooh too
Well, sorta
I thought you were smarter
This pussy taste like water
I would’ve had your daughter, had your empire in order
Now you ain’t even a starter
I’m Ewing in the fourth quarter
And after I ball and that jet gon’ get charted (Yeah, mm-hmm)
It’s amazing, all my shit is blazin’
Isn’t it amazin’? Blazin’
I know you love when I sing
Isn’t this shit frightening?
Bling hittin’ like lightning, lightning (Ooh)
I thought you (Knew)
Boy, you should’ve (Known)
I thought you knew, knew

[Future:]
Let me just be honest with you because
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
See the mentions
We had questions
Hard for me
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
See the mentions
We had questions
Hard for me
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different

[Nicki Minaj:]
Feeling destructive
Leads to destruction
Pray I get through
Just to build it up again
Love’s up again
Forever lovin’
Break it down
To build it up again

[Future:]
Let me just be honest with you because
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different
See the mentions
We had questions
Hard for me
We ain’t that different
We ain’t that different

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Blessings”
(feat. Tasha Cobbs Leonard)

There’s a river that I go to and it heals me
Recently became a mama and that thrills me
Even when the water’s rocky and it chills me
When he tells me to be still, somehow it stills me
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah
Ah, ah-ah-ah-ah, ooh-ooh

Blessings, blessings, oh, blessings
On God, God, God
Blessings, blessings, oh, blessings
On God, God, God

I know I can really say, “I’m truly proud of you”
And no matter what they say, I never doubted you
I completely understand what you gotta do
Do what you gotta do
There’s a river that I go to and it heals me
My cup runneth over, it ain’t ever empty
Mm, when I’m gettin’ my own, I still have plenty
Stop beatin’ up on yourself, handle it gently

Blessings, blessings, oh, blessings
On God, God, God
Blessings, blessings, oh, blessings
On God, God, God

There’s a river that I run to when I’m empty
It keeps flowin’ every mornin’, grace and mercy
When I’m walkin’ through the valley, I will not fear
I will never be convinced that He is not there, oh
Be courageous, He never changes
There’s a father who is present, and He sees us
Make no mistake about it, His name is Jesus (Jesus)

Blessings, blessings, oh, blessings
On God, God, God
Blessings, blessings, oh, blessings
On God, God, God
Ooh

And now it’s five, I get down on my knees and pray to you
I found my reason, your presence, I blow my faith for you
I saw the blessings come down and I start praisin’ you
You gave me spiritual gifts I was afraid to use
Ain’t never leave me
Always receives me
That’s why they can’t get me
I know that he’s always with me (He’s always with me)

Blessings, blessings, oh, blessings
Every single days
On God, God, God
He’s always with me
Blessings, blessings, oh, blessings
Every single day
On God, God, God

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Last Time I Saw You”

I wish I’da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish l didn’t waste precious time the night when I called you
I wish I remembered to say I’d do anything for you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I’d bore you

Listen
So close, but we were so distant
Wish I’da known in that instant
Ignored the hints or I missed it
I killed it
You’d always be in attendance
No flights, but always attendant
Handwritten letter, you penned it
Them nights we wish never ended
Those rules that we wish we bended
Heartbreak that we never mended
Those messages we unsended
Best friends we somehow unfriended
Ain’t care ’bout who we offended
Parties they wish we attended
Got drunk and laughed, it was splendid

I wish I’da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish l didn’t waste precious time the night when I called you (Ooh)
I wish I remembered to say I’d do anything for you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I’d bore you

Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight
Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight

Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Bombs away
Yeah, yeah (Dream about you)
Yeah, yeah (Dream about you)
Yeah, yeah (Dream about you)
I still dream about you

I wish I’da hugged you tighter the last time that I saw you
I wish l didn’t waste precious time the night when I called you
I knew the moment I met you that I’d always adore you
Maybe I pushed you away because I thought that I’d

Bore you

“Nicki Minaj Pink Friday 2 Lyrics: Just The Memories”

I ain’t goin’ non’ yet, I got a show tonight
But I ain’t been feelin’ right, all I see is blurry lines
Baby, would you tell ’em for me? I can hear them yellin’ for me
Tell them I’m in Hell, ain’t funny (Yeah, I’m in Hell, ain’t funny)
Baby, now you gotta do it, keep drinkin’ a lot of fluid
I’ll be here to guide you through it (I’ll be here to guide you through it)
And maybe I ain’t got it in me, maybe it’s just time to end it
I’m sorry, may God forgive me? (Did God forgive me? Tick-Tock)

So, so, so sad
So, so (Ooh), so sad
A bunch of memories (Memories)
A bunch of memories, baby (Baby)
A bunch of memories (Memories)
It’s just the memories

Memories don’t leave like people do
They’ll always ‘member you
There’s never been another you
You

I ‘member when I was the girl that everybody doubted
When every label turned me down, and then they laughed about it
I ‘member goin’ home and writin’ fifty more raps
Just ’cause I knew you really wanted me to fall back
I ‘member one of my first crushes in the fifth grade
He got killed, stabbed in the neck with a switchblade (Ooh)
I ‘member when this girl in the hood thought she caught me slippin’
I got arrested, I assaulted with a deadly weapon
They say they hate Nicki, mad ’cause they ain’t Nicki
All of the colors in the world, you couldn’t paint Nicki (Ooh)
I never tried for that, these bitches die for that
I swear it, that’s on my life, I’d never lie for that

Memories don’t leave like people do
They’ll always ‘member you
They do
They do, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Memories don’t leave like people do
They’ll always ‘member you
There’s never been another you
You (Memories)

I told Drake that he don’t owe me nothin’, never did
I prayed that Wayne always remembered that I never slid
Look at all the shit that y’all threw at me, and I never did
Greatest female rapper to ever live, and that’s on my kid (Memories)
I could’ve overdosed, could’ve been comatosed
Wait, hold on, Juice, I feel the baby kickin’, holy smokes
I prayed for a son, my husband wanted one
If they ask about me, tell ’em I was one of one

Memories don’t leave like people do (They don’t leave like people do)
They’ll always ‘member you (They’ll always remember you)
There’s never been another you (There’s never been another you)
Tell ’em I was one of one (You)

(So fast, so fast)
Memories don’t leave like people do
(So fast, so fast)
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
(So fast, so fast)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(So fast, so fast)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh
Hey, yeah, yeah
So
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Memories