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Check It Out (with Will.I.Am)

В рубрике: Тексты песен — 11.10.2012

[Nicki Minaj:]
Step up in the party like my name was that bitch
all these haters mad because I'm so established
they know I'm a beast yeah I'm a fucking savage
haters you can kill yourself
in my space shuttle and I'm not coming down
I'm a stereo and she's just so monotone
Sometimes it's just me and all my bottles, all alone
I ain't coming back this time

[Chorus - Will.I.am:]
I can't believe it
it's so amazing
this club is heating
this party's blazin'
I can't believe it, this beat it bangin
I can't believe it (I can't believe it, hey)
Hey check it out
check it out [x10]
yeah yeah I'm feeling it now
check it out [x3]

[Will.I.Am:]
Step up in the party like my name was Mr. T
all these hating magazines got nothing on me
honestly I gotta stay as fly as I can be
if you witty Will I you get super OG
hunny's always rest me cause I'm fly fly fly
dummies they can't touch me cause I'm floating sky high
I stay niggerrific you don't needa ask why
you just got to see with your eyes

[Chorus]

[Will.I.Am]
Check this muthafucker out
it got me in the club, in the club, just rocking like this

[Nicki Minaj]
Da done done
the sun done
yep the sun done
came up but we still up in dungeon
Da done done
yep in London
Competition? Why yes, I would love some
how the fuck they getting mad 'cause they run done
mad 'cause I'm getting money in abundance
man I can't even handle these hundroids
duffle bag every time I go to suntrust
I leave the rest just to collect interest
I mean interest, fuck my nemesis
exclaimation just for emphasis
And I don't sympathize 'cause you a simple bitch
I just pop up on these hoes on some pimple shit
and put an iron to your face y'all wrinkled bitch

[Will.I.Am:]
Oh, we just had to kill it
we on the radio hotter than a skillet
we in the club making party people holla
money in the bank means we getting top dollar
I'm a big baller
you a little smaller
step up to my level you need to grow a little taller
I'ma shot caller
get up off my collar
you are chiuaua I'ma rottweiler

[Chorus]


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