Did It On’em (Album Version|Edited)

Did It On'em (Album Version|Edited) - Nicki Minaj

Lyrics by：S. Crawford/Justin Ellington/Onika Maraj/Safaree Samuels

Composed by：S. Crawford/Justin Ellington/Onika Maraj/Safaree Samuels

Did it on 'em man I just did it on 'em

Did it on 'em put yo' number

Two's in the air if you did it on 'em

Did it on 'em man I just did it on 'em

Did it on 'em put yo' number

Two's in the air if you did it on 'em

All these b***hes is my sons my sons

And I'mma go and get some bibs for 'em

A couple formulas little pretty lids on 'em

If I had a dick I would

Pull it out and piss on 'em

L-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-l-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 them bums blow steam-r-r-radiator

That was a earthquake b***h

Did it on 'em

You felt the ground shake right

Man I just did it on 'em

You b***hes ain't f**king with her

Did it on 'em

P-p-p-put yo' number

Two's in the air if you did it on 'em

You must've lost your f**king mind

Did it on 'em

You must've bumped your f**king head

Man I just did it on 'em

You crazy stupid ugly monkey-looking b***hes

Did it on 'em put yo' number

Two's in the air if you did it on 'em

Aaaah

Yo this stone is flawless f-f-f1

I keep shooters up top in the f1

A lot of bad b***hes beggin' me to eff one

But I'mma eat them rap b***hes

When the chef come

Th-th-th-th-th-th-th-th-throw some fresh one's

More talent in my mu'f**kin' left thumb

She ain't a nicki fan then the b***h deaf dumb

You ain't my son you my mu'f**kin' step-son

I don't know what lil wayne look like

Did it on 'em

B***h I can't even spell welfare

Man I just did it on 'em

You got me mistaken with your mother ho

Did it on 'em

Put yo' number two's in

The air if you did it on 'em

We at the top b***h - she flopped

Did it on 'em

Louis vuitton

Man I just Did it on 'em

Gucci-we don't f**k with it it's

Too cheap motherf**ker

Did it on 'em put yo' number

Two's in the air if you did it on 'em

All these b***hes is my sons sons

And I ain't talking 'bout phoenix

B***h I get money so I do's what I pleases

I live where the muthaf**kin

Pools and the trees is

Broke b***hes so crusty disgust me

G-g-g-gave the b***h a ride got

The continental dusty

Trust me I keep a couple hundred in the duff-b

Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me ew

I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm the terminator

B***h talk slick I'mma have to terminate her

These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator

Y-y-you my seed I spray you with

The germinator sh-sh-sh-sh-sh

M-m-m-m-m-m-m-move back bugs

Matter fact you know the queen

Could use a back rub ah

If you could turn back time-cher

You used to be here now you gone - nair

You nappy-headed son of a b***hes

Did it on 'em

I'ma start throwing just for

Man I just did it on 'em

Did it on 'em

Put yo' number two's in

The air if you did it on 'em

Bunch of nappy-headed hoes running around

Did it on 'em

Just for me

Man I just did it on 'em

You know it yeah ho you know

Did it on 'em put yo' number

Two's in the air if you did it on 'em