Big Foot (Explicit)

Big Foot (Explicit) - Nicki Minaj

Lyrics by：Onika Maraj/Joshua Goods/Denzel Butler

Composed by：Onika Maraj/Joshua Goods/Denzel Butler

Produced by：Tate Kobang/ZellTooTrill

***** you been doin' it been at it

Your flow is such a bore

Drinkin' a bottle of Henny through a straw

***** you better stop that dialogue

28 ****

'Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalogue

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha ha-ha-ha-ha

Sigh

How you **** your mother man when she die

How you go on Gayle King and can't cry

Chile bye

Big foot but you still a small fry

Swearin' on your dead mother when you lie

Ayo

This little beggin' ***** talkin' 'bout Megan's law

For a free beat you can hit Megan raw

Uh

If you a ghost writer Pardi in Megan jaw

Uh

Shots thrown but I still ain't let Megan score

Tell 'em uh

Bad ***** she like six foot

Uh

I call her "Big Foot"

Brrr

The ***** fell off I said "Get up on your good foot"

Ah ah

Uh she ain't still topped Red Ruby

No no no Uh-huh

Tryna steal the sauce I said "Get up out my cook book"

Brrr

But really I'm a sweetie pie

P-R-T-T-Y but I'm P-E-T-T-Y

Brrr

Um why did you lie about your lypo

Uh uh uh uh uh

******* your best friend man is crazy you the type though

Uh uh uh

You was lyin' to the Queen and you went lyin' to the King Gayle

That thirty-year-old tea so stale

Kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car

Barbz I need a good alcohol bar

Roman wait that was the bar

Like a body builder I keep raisin' the bar

**** you get shot with no scar

Brrr

This little piggy toxic somebody adopt it

Ah-ha

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

****'ll get dark like chocolate

I'm 'bout to get up in your *** ***** clench

Woo

Mm yeah sort of like French

They got you all them Grammy's but your flow's still a no

What a Fiasco Lupe

Future made you pay

Ha-ha

She wanna Pardi with DaBaby while rubbin' on Tory toupe

I guess she needed Moneybaggs for them Trey Songz

She G-Eazy Carl made her crawl for it

And why the **** they poke the Monsta

******* with Nicki this yeah ho I'm cummin' like a p**n star

She just mad that no nigga ever loved her

No nigga gon' stan ten toes behind her

Is it my fault I got good *****-er

Why the **** is you humpin' on a minor

'Cause she was lyin' on your dead mama

Uh

On on your dead mama

Ah-ha-ha-ha

Lyin' on your dead mama

Uh

On on your dead mama

Okay

Lyin' on your dead mama

Uh

On on your dead mama

Lyin' on your dead mama

Uh

Lyin' lyin' lyin' lyin' on your dead mama

Now listen up Big Foot

You know I got a lot of tea I went easy on you

Glass fragment foot *** *****

You know whenever I meet a woman that would **** her friend's man

And let your friend talk about your ex-friends baby on the internet no

I know that they have a very evil spirit

Where my prayer warriors at

Uh I don't think you want the next installment of this song

I know it's the most attention you've ever gotten

One flow *** but um trust me

If you don't apologize to your mama in twenty four hours

**** gon' get uglier than Ken Barbie okay

Don't play

Um and also I'd like to say to my supporters

I love you may God bless you you're amazing

All the ***** gyal dem too yes

But I'm very serious

*** the things that you've lied about

Even pertaining to your mom

You don't want them out okay

Now since you think it's funny to speak about people's families

We'll all join in

We'll all play the raindeer games

Soon as your new nose heals

And soon as your well let's leave that for the second installment brrrr