ฟังเพลงHigh School (In the Style of Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne) (Karaoke Instrumental Version)

High School (In the Style of Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne) (Karaoke Instrumental Version) - Karaoke All Hits (卡拉OK流行歌曲合集)

He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres

A couple fake visas ’cause he never got his papers

Gave up on love f**king with them heart breakers

But he was getting money with the movers and the shakers

He was mixed with a couple things, bald like a couple rings

Bricks in the condo and grams to sing-sing

Left arm, baby mother tatted

5-year bid up North when they ratted

Anyway I felt him, helped him

Put him on lock, seat-belt him

Took him out to Belgium, welcome

B**ches this pretty, that’s seldom

This box better than the box he was held in

I’m Momma Dee in that order

I call him Daddy like daughters

He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober

That’s top of the toppa, I never f**k with beginners

I let him play with my p**sy then lick it off of his fingers

I’m in the zone

They holler at me, but it’s you

You, this ain’t high school

Me and my crew, we can slide through

Give it to you whenever you want

Whip it whenever you want

Baby it’s yours anywhere, everywhere

Baby it’s your world, ain’t it? (alright)

Baby it’s your world, ain’t it?

Uh, she got a ni**a at home and one on the side

Best friend is a dyke, they f**ked around a few times

Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight

I tell her: “make me some money”,

She tell me: “make me a wife”

I tell that b**ch: “you crazy, f**k wrong with you?”

And excuse my French, but I’m a long kisser

And then she try to tell me I’m the only one that’s hitting

And I say: “what about them *s?”

She say: “what about them *s?”

You right, what you doing tonight?

Put on something tight, don’t judge me,

I’d get life

She love me like a brother, but f**k me like a husband

P**sy like a oven, too hot to put my tongue in

All I had to do is rub it, the genie out the bottle

P**sy so wet, I’mma need goggles

She tell me that’s it’s mine

I tell her: “stop lying, mine and who else?”

She say worry about yourself Lil Tune

They holler at me, but it’s you

You, this ain’t high school

Me and my crew, we can slide through

Give it to you whenever you want

Whip it whenever you want

Baby it’s yours anywhere, everywhere

Baby it’s your world, ain’t it?

Baby it’s your world, ain’t it?

I know you want it boy, I see you tryin’

Just keep on pushing, I’mma let you slide in

Just close your eyes and, this horizon

It’s ready, come get you some

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah