sh*tted On Em lyrics

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah]
Far from a rookie, man I'm far from an amateur
Rappers hit the booth and then they turn into characters
Word to my record label, word to my manager
Life is like a f*cking red number in a calendar
Every day a holiday, I'm buttoned up, my collar straight
We Disturbing London make them n*ggas do geography
Same Nikes on but n*gga mine are different colour, wait
Now my face up in the Source and I ain't talking hollandaise
Yeah I just sh*tted on 'em
I like my women nice and thick with no knickers on 'em
Every message on my phone has got some kisses on 'em
All my shows sold out, no tickets for 'em
All them n*ggas is my sons (is my sons)
I just sh*tted on 'em, I got the runs
All I see is numbers, n*gga sums
I number two'd on number two, one

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
All these b*tches is my sons
And I'mma go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a di*k, I would pull it out and p*ss on 'em
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 - radiator
[Hook: Nicki Minaj (Ad-Libs)]
(That was a earthquake, b*tch!) sh*tted on 'em
(You felt the ground shake, right?) Man I just sh*tted on 'em
(You b*tches ain't f*cking with her!) sh*tted on 'em
(You must of -- Aaaah!) Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em
(You must've lost your f*cking mind!) sh*tted on 'em
(You must've bumped your f*cking head!) Man I just sh*tted on 'em
(You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking b*tches!)
sh*tted on 'em, put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
This stone is flawless: F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad b*tches beggin' me to eff one
But I'mma eat them rap b*tches when the chef come
Throw some fresh one's
More talent in my mu'f*ckin left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the b*tch def dumb
You ain't my son you my muthaf*ckin step-son

[Hook 2: Nicki Minaj (Ad-Libs)]
(I don't know what layaway look like!) sh*tted on 'em
(b*tch, I can't even spell welfare!) Man I just sh*tted on 'em
(You got me mistaken with your mother, ho!) sh*tted on 'em
(You b*tches at the bottom of the totem pole!)
Put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em
(We at the top b*tch - G5) sh*tted on 'em
(Louis Vuitton everything, b*tch!) Man I just sh*tted on 'em
(Gucci - we don't f*ck with it, it's too cheap, motherf*cker!)
(You b*tches - Ahhhh Man!)
sh*tted on 'em, put yo' number two's in the air if you did it on 'em