Kill Da DJ

Hay; hay hay ya know it jus dawned on me I am Nicki Minaj A HAHA HAHA HAHA

[Verse 1:]
I ain't know the president live in D.C.
And I aint know they call me Nicki Lewinskie
I never knew that dude with Jay was Pimp C
And I aint know I be with Paris and Lindsey
I jus know dat I be on my fly girl shit
I fly girl pop up and I fly girl dip I fly girl stunt like a fly girl flip
And I dont never guzzle it I fly girl sip
Now get dat rose get dat get dat rose a lil hennesy and louie tha 13
Now every body look my way my way
Excuse all my haters cause they lookin sideways
Lets get it now

[Chorus:]
You got me wrong
You be sittin by tha bar when its yo song
You can act like you dont like it butcha do you do you do do do do do
I think Im gonna kill tha mutha fuckin DJ if he dont let let tha record replay ra ra record replay record replay
I think I'm gonna kill tha mutha fuckin DJ.

[Verse 2:]
I aint know tha police was the babylon.
And I aint know Im cold just like an avalanche
I never knew my titties was bigger than Pamelas So paparazzi flickin be
Flickin they camera I just know dat I be on my fly girl shit my fly girl stomach and my fly girl hips
I fly girl ball with my fly girl mitts and I can only kiss another fly girls Lips
Now get dat O.J get dat get dat O.J. a lil cranberry and some remy mone
Now every body look my way my way Excuse all tha haters cause they lookin sideways
Let's get it now

[Chorus:]

[Verse 3:]
Welcome like sex an while they be flexin cause they know dat this they song
So interestin frontin like they best in damn dem bitches got me wrong Wrong wrong wrong
Got me wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah wrong Got me wrah- wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah-wrah wrong

[Chorus:]

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