Itty Bitty Piggy

歌詞

Yo, yo, yo What's up, what's the deal? It's your boy, Seven Up, man You already know if it's up, then it's stuck, and all that But you already know how it is, man Shout out to Nicki Minaj, man I just wanted to share, man, you already know Free makeup, mixtapes, and all that, you know how we give it up Got me yellin' on a plane, man, listen up, man Uh—huh, uh—huh, yo, ayo l was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' a Yankee l was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hahky M-mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah! Okay, okay, woah, woah, Holiday Wait, hold on, hold on, Holiday! You can't give it to 'em dry like that You gotta get that shit wet first, nigga Like, come on now! (I got you!) You gotta prep them for shit like that They can't just get that shit right off the top Like, you gotta bring that shit back Bring that shit the fuck back! (Let’s go!) I think we got y’all's attention now, right? Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday, Mizay Entertainment Shouts out Trap-A-Holics, we run this! Let’s go, Nicki! Uh—huh, uh—huh, yo, ayo I was on the plane with Dwayne You can call me Whitley, I go to Hillman Listen, I'm the baddest in the school, the baddest in the game Excuse me, honey, but nobody's in my lane When you was in New York, you was fuckin' a Yankee l was fuckin' with base, I was pitchin' to Franky These bitches so cranky, get 'em a hanky M—mommy, I'm cold, gimme my blankie Flyer than a kite, I get higher than Rapunzel Keep the Snow White, I could buy it by the bundle Step your cookies up 'fore they crumble Don't be actin' like the Cardinals and gon' fumble 'Cause I'm a Steeler, fresh up out the dealer All the dope boys gon' feel her Flow so sick l need a healer Fuck is my MAC concealer? l be out in Queens on the back of four— Whee—whee—whee—whee—whee—wh ee—wheelers, I'm a big deal That's why I get more head than a pigtail Put some ranch out, I’m gettin' the munchies I think... have a rap bitch for my entree 'Cause they be thinking they can spit, spit—shine my shoes You know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobs I'm the only thing hoppin', like a kangaroo I mean the only thing poppin', like a can of brew Listen, you should buy a sixteen, 'cause I write it good That 808 woof—woof, 'cause I ride it good And bitches can't find they man, 'cause I ride it good I'm the wolf, where is Little Red—a Riding Hood? Now, if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it" I don't fuck with pigs, like "as-salamu alaykum" I put 'em in a field, I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em And if you see a itty bitty piggy in the market Give that bitch a quarter and a car, tell her, "Park it" I don't fuck with pigs, like "as-salamu alaykum" I put 'em in a field and I let Oscar Mayer bake 'em, bitches Wow It's like I just single—handedly annihilated, you know, every rap bitch in the building Like, like, I'm Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinsky, Nicki the Ninja, Nicki the Boss, Nicki the Harajuku Barbie Like, I mean, I don't even know why you girls bother at this point Like, give it up! It's me! I win! You lose Hahahahahahaha Oh, shit! Hahaha, yo I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch I'm a bad bitch, I'm a, I'm a bad bitch Hahahahahaha I told you, I told you before I told you y'all was gonna have to pick my fruit out Now listen, in addition to pickin' my fruit out I want y'all to start going to the boutiques Know what I'm saying? Get some get some get some crazy shit for me I want, I want, you know, leopard—skin, and, you know? I want, I want all that crazy lizard—skin shit, like, you know? Make sure you… You can be my personal shopper! Hahahahahahahahahahahaha Aaaaayyyyooooo! Woo Uh—huh, uh—huh, uh—huh, uh