DNCE - Kissing Strangers (feat Nicki Minaj) Lyrics

DNCE Kissing Strangers (feat Nicki Minaj) Lyrics

Young Money
Kissing strangers

Aye I'm just trying to make way out to the concrete jungle
Who walks with me
Aye Ooh you trying to find connection in 2 thousand something Ain't easy

Ooooooh Can't quit take six
Wanna taste you
Language use lips
Kissing strangers Oooh

Na na na na na na na na
Till I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers Oooh

Na na na na na na na na
Till I find someone I trust
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers Oooh

Open heart open mind
Never know who you'll find
Open heart close your eyes
Kissing strangers Oooh

Na na na na na na na na
Till I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers

I got a boy that I kinda like
This is a kiss-kiss, tongue him down kind of night
He got that uhm-uhm, heard he got that China white
He got that bomb, I think I'mma call him dynamite

I gotta lotta sons I can show you all the sonograms
Me I'm Jem And these bitches is the holograms
Me I win and these bitches just lose
They ships sink But my ship is just cruise

Anyway I'm back But my baby got Gimme piggy back
Drip drip With a kitty cat Put it in his lap
Sip sip On the tip tip Lick on his lip-lip
I think he tryna hit young Nic' like a quick pick

Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers Oooh

Na na na na na na na na
Till I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers Oooh

Na na na na na na na na
Till I find someone I trust
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers Oooh

Open heart, open mind
Never know who you'll find
Open heart, close your eyes
Kissing strangers Oooh

Na na na na na na na na
Till I find someone I love
Na na na na na na na na
Kissing strangers Oooh

Jason Derulo - Swalla (feat Ty Dolla $ign & Nicki Minaj) Lyrics

Jason Derulo - Swalla (feat Ty Dolla $ign & Nicki Minaj) Lyrics

Drank

Young Money

Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No I ain't got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y'all my type

All you girls in here
If you're feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip
'Cause you know what I'm servin' ooh

Shimmy shimmy yay Shimmy yay Shimmy ya my love
Drank Swalla-la-la my love
Drank Swalla-la-la swalla-la-la
Swalla-la-la

Shimmy shimmy yay Shimmy yay Shimmy ya my love
Drank Swalla-la-la my love
Drank Swalla-la-la swalla-la-la
Swalla-la-la

Freaky Freaky gyal
My freaky Freaky gyal

Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay himmy yah
Bad girls gon' swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this b*tch
My pinky-ring bigger than his

Met her out in Beverly Hills ay
Dolla got too many girls ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels

When she back it up Put it on the Snap
When she droppin' low Put it on the Gram
DJ poppin' She gon' swallow that
Champagne poppin' She gon' swallow that

All you girls in here
If you're feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip
'Cause you know what I'm servin' ooh

Shimmy shimmy yay Shimmy yay Shimmy ya my love
Drank Swalla-la-la my love
Drank Swalla-la-la swalla-la-la
Swalla-la-la

Shimmy shimmy yay Shimmy yay Shimmy ya my love
Drank Swalla-la-la my love
Drank Swalla-la-la swalla-la-la
Swalla-la-la

Freaky Freaky gyal
My freaky Freaky gyal

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin Word to the Dalai Lama
He know I'm a fashion killa Word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino Ain't no telling me no
I'm that b*tch And he know He know

How y'all wifing these thots You don't get wins for that
I'm having another good year We don't get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold We don't get minks for that
When I'm poppin' them bananas We don't link chimps for that

I gave these bitches two years Now your time's up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I'm in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin' like dude did LeBron's nuts

All you girls in here
If you're feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip
'Cause you know what I'm servin'

Shimmy shimmy yay Shimmy yay Shimmy ya my love
Drank Swalla-la-la my love
Drank Swalla-la-la swalla-la-la
Swalla-la-la

Shimmy shimmy yay Shimmy yay Shimmy ya my love
Drank Swalla-la-la my love
Drank Swalla-la-la swalla-la-la
Swalla-la-la

Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D

Freaky Freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky Freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la

My freaky Freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky Freaky gyal
Derulo

Gucci Mane & Nicki Minaj - Make Love Lyrics

#Gucci Mane & Nicki Minaj Make Love Lyrics

Uh Gucci

Wanna make love love love

King of the skreets
And when these suckas see me
They should bow to my feet
And kiss the ground underneath

I look down at the beef
That shit childish to me
Two hundred thousand to see me
And it's been sold out for weeks
Can't brush shoulders with me

These stones in my choker
Are 2 karats apiece
Look like boulders to me
Damn who colder than me

You think he colder than me
You more bipolar than me
You talkin' crazy
I'm tryna book Beyoncé for my wedding day

I'm the type of n*gga Spend a million on a wedding cake
N*ggas hate But hesitate They hate to see ya elevate
I just left out the gym
I'm 'bout to take a swim and meditate

Wooo

Now it's time to celebrate
Ask me why I'm smilin'
I say 'Cause I make two mil' a day
And I might take your b*tch and pay her bills
That's how I feel today
And I just wanna f*ck
Don't wanna chill That's how I feel today

I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
I wanna make love love love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love love love Huh

Ay yo, ain't talkin' housewives But I'm in the Porsche
First I'ma scorch her Then I'ma torch her
Then I'ma torture her Then I'ma off her
A million dollars for a show They made their off-er

Go against Nicki It's gon' cost ya
'Cause now it's f*ck ya Intercourse ya
I rep Queens where they listen to a bunch of Nas
I'm a yes and these b*tches is a bunch of nahs

Trying to win a gunfight
With a bunch of knives
I win get off the bench and give a bunch of fives

I don't see her
B*tch I'm the greatest No Kendrick and no Sia
I'm the iPhone You the Nokia
Everybody know you jealous B*tch it's so clear
Tell them bum a*s b*tches to play their role

She see my sexy a*s every time she scroll
I got it in the can Dole
Your career gon' be with Anna Nicole
Witcha dumbass face

She ain't eatin' but I swear she got some bum a*s taste
Text her man like Dawg How that bum a*s taste
Pay your rent And stay in your bum a*s place
Oooohhh oh you the queen the queen of this here

One platinum plaque Album flopped bitch where b*tch where
Hahaha ahhhhh

I took two bars off Just to laugh
You see silly rabbit To be the queen of rap
You gotta sell records You gotta get plaques

S plural like the S on my chest
Now sit your dumbass down
You got an F on your test

I'm makin' money like I'm makin' sweet love
I wanna make love love love
She say the money make her wanna make love
Wanna make love love love Huh

I love to see the money stack up
Hope that we don't ever Ever break up up
Wanna make love love love

Gucci Mane & Nicki Minaj - Make Love (Official Music Video):

Major Lazer - Run Up Lyrics ( feat Nicki Minaj & PARTYNEXTDOOR)

Major Lazer - Run Up Lyrics ( feat Nicki Minaj & PARTYNEXTDOOR)

Artist : Major Lazer feat Nicki Minaj & PARTYNEXTDOOR
Title : Run Up

Major Lazer - Run Up ( feat Nicki Minaj & PARTYNEXTDOOR) Lyrics

Yeah

They thought that you was a shy girl
Until I made you my girl
Girl you pushed me like a big button
'Til I cuffed you like you did something

You ain't gotta wait for it
You ain't gotta wait for me to give you my love
You ain't gotta wait for it
Things are gettin' sticky girl I think that I'm stuck

I'll admit I'm wrong when I know that you gon' come for me
When you gon' come for me yeah
Never gonna not not hit that Your lovin' is drugs to me
When you gon' come to me yeah

And every time you hit my phone
When you say you need company oooh
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you

I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you

I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you

Girl you used to bein' quiet
'Til I brought that loud
You say your dollars is a mountain
And your mama your accountant

You watch your figure 'cause you a big deal
Got your fresh prince and a big whip
Polo mink coat that's a big kill
Put you on a phone like a windshield

I'll admit I'm wrong when I know that you gon' come for me
When you gon' come for me yeah
Never gonna not not hit that Your lovin' is drugs to me
When you gon' come to me yeah

And every time you hit my phone
When you say you need company oooh
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you

I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you

I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you

Major keys I'm the boss
Don't Griselda go off
Left from the loft and went to Bergdorf
Most of these dudes is really quite soft

45 special this is my cloth
About to drop a album this is my fourth
I don't put sugar in my spaghetti sauce
Drop a freestyle and get these hoes parched

Fire burn the obea man church
Pretty girls When my girls get right 'Cause it's another day
Let ya light shine bright
Ain't none of them in your lane

True mi have di game pon lock dem wah code
Just link wit some hot gyal out ah road
True mi have di waist small pretty bus whine
Rolex nah deh pon uno dutty gyal time

Yo I told 'em pull up on me faster than Danica
That's on the low I'm tryna blow him like harmonicas
He call me queen He know Nicki is the moniker
He want a mix between Hillary and Monica

I switch it up I switch it up
Rip the beat Then I I stitch it up
Travel then I bounce I ball-Sinead Sir
Barbie a link up Major Lazer

I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you

I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you

Nicki Minaj - Ain't Gone Do It Lyrics

Nicki Minaj - Ain't Gone Do It Lyrics

Nicki Minaj - Ain't Gone Do It Lyrics

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank Boy your sh*t lame
Probably just like your d*ck game
So I don't need to know your name

Don't you see these on my feet
Bet you can't guess How much I paid
That's a shame
F*ck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Who the f*ck told you to not have no chill
Who the f*ck told you we splitting that bill
Who the f*ck told you that I'm in the hood
When you know f*cking right I'm in Beverly Hills

Why you keep staring at me like you know me
Spur of the moment I ball like Ginobili
ESPN Photoshooting with Kobe
You Photoshop b*tches be needing Adobe

Ooh ooh That's some baloney
Ooh This is Missoni
Ooh You are still looking for Kony
Would tell you to call me But I am not phony

Ooh Why your car got a cheap gear
Mothafucka in his car with some cheap gear
I'm draped in McQueen Balmain on my jean
Ask Givenchy and Marie Claire

Gold in my champagne
Your sh*t blank Boy your sh*t lame
Probably just like your d*ck game
So I don't need to know your name

Don't you see these on my feet
Bet you can't guess how much I paid
That's a shame
F*ck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the n*ggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Do it do it do it do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it

Do it for the n*ggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Nah I ain't gon' do it

........

Gold in my champagne
Your sh*t blank Boy your sh*t lame
Probably just like your d*ck game
So I don't need to know your name

Don't you see these on my feet
Bet you can't guess how much I paid
That's a shame
F*ck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the n*ggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Do it do it do it do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it

Do it for the n*ggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Nah I ain't gon' do it

He said Arch your back
I ain't gon' do it
He said Kiss my neck
I ain't gon' do it

Talk dirty in my ear
I ain't gon' do it
Do it do it do it do it
He said Arch your back

I ain't gon' do it
He said Kiss my neck
I ain't gon' do it
Talk dirty in my ear
I ain't gon' do it
I'ma need some fresh air b*tch

Gold in my champagne
Your shit blank, boy your sh*t lame
Probably just like your d*ck game
So I don't need to know your name

Don't you see these on my feet
Bet you can't guess how much I paid
That's a shame
F*ck these simple hoes tryna swerve in my lane

Do it for the n*ggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Do it do it do it do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it

Do it for the n*ggas
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Girl I ain't gon' do it
Nah I ain't gon' do it

(Lyrics) Fetty Wap - Like a Star (Feat Nikcki Minaj)

Fetty Wap - Like a Star Lyrics (Feat Nikcki Minaj)

Fetty Wap - Like a Star Lyrics (Feat Nikcki Minaj)

Young Money!!!
Ayy
Uuh
Yeah baby
Woooooah
Ayyy

I'ma give you this work work baby
You know I'm a flirt flirt baby
Hop in this vert vert baby
Top down then skrrt skrrt baby

What's the move in the streets
Bad and I only got a thing for you
Stop 'til she know it
Ayy can I get your number babe
Ayy and I only want her babe

Ayy just like a star babe
Ayy shot from afar babe
Ayy spaceship to Mars babe
Ayy if it's mine then it's yours baby

Ayy just like a star babe
Ayy a shot from afar baby
Ayy a spaceship to Mars babe
Ayy if it's mine then it's yours baby

Let me see if you Can shake for a little
Girl you so bad Just drop for a little
Make it come back And gon' make it wiggle
Watch them be mad And girl you's official

Let me see if you Can shake for a little
Girl you so bad Just drop for a little
Make it come back And gon' make it wiggle
Watch them be mad And girl you official yeeah

Throw the confetti I'm wild petty
Tell your hoes go and drain my spaghetti
And don't gas 'em Without Getty
Kitty on jet ski Panties and a wet tee

Give 'em that water ride This that Six Flags
This that moan Chanel Boy Brick Bag
B*tch I'm bomb in Balmain
Hedi Slimane Saint Laurent

Who better than Nicki man I can't eff'in' tell
Every time I drop b*tches like FML
Hahaha You in the game I own my own game
I only respect them hoes that own they own plane

Young Griselda Slicing up
I ain't got no competition so my price is up
I'm the heavyweight champ Mike Tyson'd up
And I used to be a b*tch But I nicen'ed up

Ayy just like a star babe
Ayy shot from afar babe
Ayy spaceship to Mars babe
Ayy if it's mine then it's yours baby

Ayy just like a star babe
Ayy a shot from afar baby
Ayy a spaceship to Mars babe
Ayy if it's mine then it's yours baby

Let me see if you Can shake for a little
Girl you so bad Just drop for a little
Make it come back And gon' make it wiggle
Watch them be mad And girl you's official

Ayy just like a star babe
Ayy shot from afar babe
Ayy spaceship to Mars babe
Ayy if it's mine then it's yours baby

Ayy just like a star babe
Ayy a shot from afar baby
Ayy a spaceship to Mars babe
Ayy if it's mine then it's yours baby

Let me see if you Can shake for a little
Girl you so bad Just drop for a little
Make it come back And gon' make it wiggle
Watch them be mad And girl you's official babe

Meek Mill - Froze Lyrics (Feat Nicki Minaj & Lil Uzi Vert)

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