Nicki Minaj - Only (ft. Chris Brown, Lil Wayne & Drake) (Traduction Française) lyrics

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Drake


[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Yo!
I never f*cked Wayne, I never f*cked Drake
On my life man, f*ck's sake
If I did, I'd ménage with 'em and let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody, but tape
Yeah, that was a setup, for a punchline on duct tape
Worried 'bout if my butt's fake, worry 'bout y'all n*ggas, us straight
These girls are my sons, John & Kate Plus Eight
When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a f*ck if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut-hut one, hut-hut two, big titties, big butt too
f*ck with them real n*ggas, who don't tell n*ggas what they up to
Had to show b*tches where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me, even if their name was Pop Quiz
Bad b*tches who I f*ck with, mad b*tches we don't f*ck with
I don't f*ck with them chickens unless they last name is Cutlet
Let it soak in, like seasonin'
And tell 'em b*tches blow me, Lance Stephenson

[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b*tches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n*ggas only, bad b*tches only
Rich n*ggas only, independent b*tches only
Boss n*ggas only, thick b*tches only
I got my real n*ggas here by my side, only
[Verse 2: Drake]
I never f*cked Nicki, cause she got a man
But when that's over, then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video
You know LA traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still staring at the titties though
Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know
Who the f*ck you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn’t take much for us to do this sh*t quietly
I mean, she say I’m obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that’s right, I like my girls BBW, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
Ass on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f*ck with you
The NBA players f*ck with you
The bad-ass b*tches doing makeup and hair f*ck with you
Oh, that’s cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna f*ck, just give me the heads-up
So I can plan for it
(Pinkprint, AYE!)
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b*tches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n*ggas only, bad b*tches only
Rich n*ggas only, independent b*tches only
Boss n*ggas only, thick b*tches only
I got my real n*ggas here by my side, only

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
I never f*cked Nick and that's f*cked up
If I did f*ck she'd be f*cked up
Whoever is hittin', ain't hittin' it right
Cause she actin' like she need di*k in her life
That's another story, I'm no story teller
I p*ss greatness like gold is yellow
All my goons, so overzealous
I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
Calender say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a b*tch up, if she wave
They bet not f*ck with her surfboard, surfboard
My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? I take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses, with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, messed up, they got smaller guns
Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms
This sh*t is crazy my n*gga, I mean brazy, my n*gga
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my n*gga
Blood gang, take the B out, behavior, my n*gga
For reals, if you mouth off I blow your face off
I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off
n*gga now you see me, n*gga now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 Ward bully with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from "poor me"
To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me"
[Hook: Chris Brown]
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
Nothing but bad b*tches in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n*ggas only, bad b*tches only
Rich n*ggas only, independent b*tches only
Boss n*ggas only, thick b*tches only
I got my real n*ggas here by my side, only
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