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Click clack

par Nicki Minaj

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[Hook]
A lot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was told only reach for the heat if you (bang)
So when I lift the shirt, that´s the end of discussion
Click clack motherfuckers, I ain´t trynna hear that

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Nicholas
Style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at the Garden
#1 draft, I´m New York´s pick
& I don´t lose like them dudes
On the New York Knicks
(Check it)
I´m overseas rockin´ hella capris
I´m in the West Indies eatin´ delicacies
I tell ´em, they want Kane like Erica? Please
Brotha your money young like that nigga Jeezy
These broke rappers always rappin´ bout a pink truck
I´m only happy when I´m hoppin´ out the Brinks truck
And I don´t need a 16, I got a sentence
I goes in on a fucker like an entrance
These old bitches better change they dentures
When I get in the game they gon´ play the benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I´mma pay my henchmen

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Maraj
Fuck you & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain´t talkin´ bout the Taj
I´m on the other line, I ain´t talkin´ bout call waitin´
I´m VIP lil´ mama, I just walk straight in
Lil´ Dolce & Gabbana got this broad hatin´
That´s why I pop up in the Porsche with the top vacant
Mami stop fakin´, talkin´ bout what you got
You ain´t got nathen
And your not caking, your not my taste
Get out of my face, I play the top like 8 friends on your myspace
Stay in a child´s place, check the timin´
I rock bitches like they throwin´ up the diamonds (its the rock)
You on a flight, I be bakin´ on islands
Mami your accent sounds faker than dylan
Murder them, murder them
Fuck a competition already murdered them

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
They call me Nicki M
Hard to find me in a sticky ben
I play the club with a thug and some pretty friends
And if they ain´t got the gat, they got the knife on
Your too whack to get up on one of my songs
You got a deal cause you was givin´ up the coochie prolly
But I´ll arrange one hit like oochie wally
And you´ll be gone til November like Wyclef
I hold weight and I ain´t talkin´ bout biceps
I rep queens like a crown, when I´m in the town
Ask Yung Joc it´s goin´ down
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, get a pound
June turn me up, mic check, how I sound?
Bitches don´t know the half like they flunked at math
Give a fuck about a bitch and the clique she with
Unless you doin´ them numbers like arithmetic
Young Nick, holla back and turn up my shit

[Hook]
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