Nicki Minaj - Up In Flames Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Up In Flames Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Chorus]
We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher (Going up in flames)

Anyway, lil' nigga don't test the kid
Even Maury Povich couldn't test the kid
Even R. Kelly couldn't touch the kid
And even with all your bars you couldn't text the
kid I got a pool that I never even swim in
Airports that you bitches never land in
They be like what you doing Nicki? Branding Suck a cockpit prepare for landing
I'm branding, I ain't talking about Presley
I keep a sniper, I ain't talking about Wesley
Why these bitches so pressed B? Open my trunk, all I gotta do is press B
I'ma violate your asses like Criss Stokes
I'm the Sandro paid on a big boat On my way to make a billi like a big goat
Pull my dick out case you bitches get a slick throat

[Chorus]
We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher (Going up in flames)

Won another round, willing get the ref
Got the clothing line popping and the wigs is next
When I fly you know G5 is the jet ....
I'm the motherfucking Queen, 'lizabeth
Meetings with the president of every network ....
That is what the fuck I call how to network
My net worth, that net works Keep my shooters out in Brooklyn where the Nets work
Chilling with executives Check the charts,
all my winnings are consecutive Trillion dollar deficit ...
but y'all don't hear me though ...
All you bitches deaf as shit Bitches ...
ain't got punchlines or flow I have both and an empire also
Sell out shows out in Norway, Oslo This is the Re-Up better cop it while the cost low
Flow's sick, I'll slap a patient I'm checking these bitches like an application
Cause these bitches trip no navigation
So it's off with your head decapitation Send em up in flames like a firemen
I do the hiring and I do the firing That boss shit that you talk,
I live it And I'm calling a travel If you don't stay on your pivot, bitches...

[Chorus]
We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher
We are going up in flames One more night for us to burn brighter
We are going up in flames One last time for us to go higher (Going up in flames)...


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Freedom Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Freedom Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Verse 1]
They'll never thank me for opening doors
But they ain't even thank Jesus when he died on the cross
Cause your spirit is ungrateful, bitches is so hateful
I remain a staple
My career's been the pink print
When I retire, tell 'em think pink
Pink Friday is the imprint
And these bitches basic, instinct
Oh shit, my commercial's on
Did I really body bitches with commercial songs?
Did I really prophecy every thing I do?
But before I continue let me thank my crew
So that was Young Wayne, Mack Maine
Baby & Slim came
Tez & E.I. told me it wouldn't be in vain
Cause prior to me signing
I could've went insane
And even now I think do I really want this fame
Let me get up and go, 700 to go
Overseas for a show
Everybody get quiet when I'm starting the show
Man I'm birthing these artists
And I'm starting to show

[Hook (x2)]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here

[Verse 2]
Who I wanna work with? Nobody
99% of dem, is nobody
bitches acting like they killing shit, OK
When I check these bitches guns, no bodies
These niggas is fake fucks and opportunists
niggas spend they last dime to say they copped the soonest
Why these niggas going broke to get ya approval?
Pretty soon, they'll be back up on dem Ramen Noodles
B-b-b-bible, Queen is the title
And if you are my rival, then that means you're suicidal
And if you in the club then it's a Young Money recital
I'm just that vital
I'm busy, never idle
I'm ya idol, I'm ya idol, I'm ya mothafuckin' idol
Pink Friday in Macy's
Thongs and some pasties
(Yo, what other female rapper perfume in there? Cause I must've missed it)
12 milli to kick me feet up
Get ready this is the RE-UP

[Hook (x2)]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L
Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here
Crazy in here

[Bridge]
Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?

Mirror, mirror, won't you realize?
I just have to decide
What you hiding from?
What you hiding from?
Hiding baby....

Would you, would you
Give ya!
Would you, would you
Give ya.!
Would you, would you
Give ya all for you...
[x2]

[Hook (x2)]
I feel free
I feel freedom
Why they mad?
You should see them
Burn a L....
Cause it's crazy in here
Crazy in here...
Crazy in here...


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Hell Yeah Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj ft. Parker - Hell Yeah Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah
I ain't see you on the Forbes yet
Swear to God, I ain't see you in the stores yet
Donatella on the corset
Pretty gang in the back of my Corvette
Copped my best friends Rangers and Benzes
Plus all my menses, Louie V lenses
This is how you feel when you winning
Man they been rocking with me since the beginning, innin'
This is where the stress ends
Feel ill when you never got a stress ends
Always in the press when
Paparazzi in the bushes with the stretch lens
Say cheese to that
Pull up on the double R, pop clutch on them
And them strippers ain't mad when I touch on them
Russell Simmons shoe game, put a rush on them
Send a GT vodka, sittin' on top, uh
Mafia money eatin' seafood pasta
VMA's, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
The bad gon' boo
But the good cheer
That's why my pocket on blimp like the good year, yeah
Yeah, yeah

[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah

[Verse 2]
But you're boring as fuck, though
Why these bitches in the game so cutthroat?
Why they can't just let young Nicki live?
Why they gotta feel the wrath to know Nicki is
Not playin', boss for real
When they go against the kid it's gon' cost for real
Came straight from the hood with the cross appeal
That's why these big names wanna toss the deal
Okay
I'll take it, sign on the dotted line...
But I'm quick to check a bitch if she outta line...
Shout out Mike, Darnell, and Nigel
Why these bums so mad that the queen on idol...
Huh?
Say cheese to that...
When they see me on the screen check E! for that
Bitches lyin' on the kid, I won't leave for that
Intimidated by my aura (ora) where Rita at?
Send a GT vodka in a helicopter
Me and my Japanese bitches in Osaka
BET, I was good, dear
Front row, yea, always in a good chair
Why the fuck would I leave when I'm good here?
Let me send a twitpic of my good hair, yeah
Yeah, yeah!!

[Hook: Parker (x2)]
What we do when we go high?
We doin' it all night
Ooh the girls, they wanna ride with us tonight
I'm in the middle of the club with my niggas and we all fucked up
Screamin' hell yeah, hell yeah!!!


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - High School Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj ft. Lil Wayne - High School Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things
Ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo
And grams to Sing Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up north when they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm Momma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa
I never fuck with beginners
I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers
I'm in the zone

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
They holler at me but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Whip it whenever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
She got a nigga at home
And one on the side
Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times
Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her make me some money, she tell me make her a wife
I tell her, "bitch, you crazy.
Fuck wrong with you?"
And excuse my french, but I'm a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin'
And I say, "What about them niggas?"
She say, "What about them niggas?"
You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight
Don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a brother
But fuck me like a husband
Pussy like a oven
Too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it
The genie out the bottle
Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that's it's mine
I tell her stop lying
Mine and who else?
She say worry 'bout yourself
Lil Tune

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
They holler at me but its you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Whip it whenever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
I know you want it, boy...
I see you tryin'....
Just keep on pushin'
I'ma let you slide in...
Just close your eyes and
This horizon
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - I'm Legit Lyrics

Lyrics :  Nicki Minaj  ft. Ciara - I'm Legit Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Ciara - Hook x2:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'mma dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit

[Nicki Minaj - Verse 1:]
Beat em like they stole something
Treat em like they stole something
All this booty here got them dreaming
Let me hold something
Lemme lemme hear that boy
Lemme lemme wear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car
And let me steer that boy
Real big pretty titty
Shut down any city
If you want the kit kitty
Gotta get the kit for me
All new everything
Plus pay the rent fo' me
If we in the wilderness
Bitches pitch a tent for me
Tent for me tent for me get my body
Long hair no make up doing pilates
Those niggas don't stop up my danceanatti
All them bitches is my sons but who's the daddy
I-I graduate with honors
I ball Nate O' Conner
I did a freestyle then I got a shoutout from Obamer
Yes, Yes I am ill
I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons birth control I am on the pill
What I gotta do what I gotta do to 'em
Step up in the club everybody like who 'dem
Girls girls me and my girls
Watcha done did I need some referrals
Motherfuckers know I'm the shit legit
And if a motherfucker doubt he can suck my dick
I tell 'em everybody else is my opposite
I put 'em on the gang gimme 5 percent

[Ciara - Hook x2:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine
I'mma dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit

[Nicki Minaj - Verse 2:]
I'm like really famous
I got a famous anus
No not Famous Amos
All this famous heinous
Lemme lemme here that boy
Lemme lemme wear that boy
All this money coming in
But I never share that boy
No lipstick no lashes out
But I got a real big ol ratchet though
I said dude yo dude you packing out
He said he want good box like Pacquiao
I said well my name Nicki and it's nice to meet ya
If ya really wanna know I give ya my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we lookin for some ballers alopecia
I hate wack niggas...
I should really slap niggas...
These niggas tripping when I put them on the map niggas...
How you gonna break that
How you gonna fake that...
Ain't at no wedding but all my girls caked high
Sleeping on me no mattress though...
Imma burn the beat down no matches though
No they can't keep up they molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch with the Cashis flow
L-L-Looking at me like it's my fault
T-T-Trying take sneak pictures wit their iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that's what young Harriet died for...

[Ciara - Hook x2:]
I-I-I'm the shit
With no makeup...
Don't have to curl my hair up
All this booty here mine...
I'mma dolla worth a dime
Real bosses stand up
Ladies throw your hands up
And say I know I'm cute
I know I'm fly
You ask me why
Cause I'm the shit...


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - I Endorse These Strippers Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj feat. Tyga & Thomas Brinx - I Endorse These Strippers Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


Now, I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
Now, I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]

I endorse young Mitt, I am young Nick
Your panties all in a bunch, well you can suck my dick
All these chicks are ridiculous Conversations is frivolous
Man, fuck all these bitches I am a polygamist
Playing with me pussy I am just that bored
I mean we coulda went shopping
But what could you afford?
I bus the band in the pit
My money can’t fit in clips
I tell the hoes when they strip
That they can play with my clit Ooooh,
boobs boobs boobs boobs lotta boobs
Man I make the baddest bitches send me nudes
I ain’t got no time for your silly feuds I’m wit pretty gang at Sue’s,rendezvous
Batman, I’m Robin, hoes I tell them bitches yo, Vamonos!
These hoes my sons, I’m papa though I feed them bitches wit papa dough
I’m tropical, you comical
Bitch read my muthafuckin’ chronicle
You my son, son, prodigal
And you adopted, not even biological

I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]

[Tyga]
Hey bitch, I’m T-Raw
Get on that pole and free fall
Heard my best friend fucked with you I said, “That’s cool, now you do too.”
Gettin’ head in the carpool Her mouth draw like our school
Anaconda, part 2 I pull it out, that’s all you, all you I’m tryna smash,
I got the cash, she got the ass
Now tell your friends I’m a lil nigga wit a big one, ain’t tryna brag
I’m Eli in that strip club, that money,
got a quarter back I make a hike, go long, first down, that’s 10 racks
She said I can’t fuck for free I told her that’s cool by me
Said I can’t fuck for free She gon’ probably have to pay me
Gettin dizzy all I do is spin
White ghost I’m floatin’ She up and down that pole
But she ain’t votin’

I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]

[Thomas Brinx]
Now I endorse this paper, I endorse this liquor....
I bust a van in the bip and I support these strippers
She bust it down to a split, she got a horse ass with her
She tryna bring home a friend and I enforce that nigga
I threw like 4 stacks nigga and then 4 more stacks nigga
I’m only just gettin’ started, I blew a porsche that minute
It’s king of diamonds so starless onyx,....
my whore got bitter Cuz I ain’t call her this mornin’, she almost torched my shit
When I hit a shopping spree oh shit I ball
Sorry but you can’t get these at Lenox mall ...
Nah ho, this ain’t clearance at americana
This that boy you better cuff ya baby mama...
Copy, kinko, for Nicki show that pink hole
Drop it bust it open on the head, Ochocinco
I support these ratchet bitches and I treat ‘em right
She fucked me to get to Nicki, that’s that shit I like...

I endorse this message I endorse this message
I am Nicki Minaj and I support this message [x2]
I endorse these strippers I endorse these strippers...
I am Nicki Minaj and I support these strippers [x2]


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - The Boys Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj feat. Cassie - The Boys Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
P-p-p-p punch line Queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porsche, no boxster though
Tell a hater,"Yo, don't you got cocks to blow?"
Tell 'em Kangaroo Nick, I'll box a ho
Th-sai-they said I got 5 in a possible
Don't go against Nicki, Impossible
I done came through with my wrist on Popsicle
Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Tosticle
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga

[Cassie]
Your lipstick stain
Smells like a cheap motel
Diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my frown turn around

[Cassie]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, Yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it get that money
Yeah yeah

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ba-ba-ba-ba bald head pussy got lots of juice
Lop-sided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the deuce
Man I'm stingy with my cuttie cat daddy
Did you ever really love me stevie
Rrrrrrr
Pull up in the
Rrrrrrr
Wrist on
Burrrrr
Pussy on
Purrrr Rrrrr
I don't even brake when I'm backing up
I'll swerve on a nigga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes then a play date
Get money by the millions, fuck a day rate
Nigga-nigga-nigga-nigga

[Cassie]
Your bossed up swag
Got 'em drooling like a new born babe
The dollars in they eyes
Got 'em blinded by a Masquerade

[Cassie]
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it
Bone it, own it, yeah yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chase it get that money
Yeah yeah

You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight...

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
I put all you bitches on to them good lace fronts
Girls is my sons, carried them for 8 months
And yes you're Pre-Mature
Young Money to the Core...
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour
Oh that's your new girl?
That's that Mid Grade
Buck 50 on yo face with the switch blade
Or the Razor
Yeah the Razor...
She my son yeah...
But I ain't Raise her
Goose me hater..
I get that Loose leaf paper
Them V-Necks be studded out
T-Rex be gutted out...
I told 'em Nicki be chilling them
Imma keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be Jordan
You couldn't even be Pippen...
You couldn't even be tripping
You can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you a lil dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom...

[Cassie]
You get high, fuck a bunch of girls
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don't lose it tonight....
[Repeat]

The boys always spending all their money on love [x4]

[Nicki Minaj Speaking]
Uh huh, Pretty Gang, Young Money, Cassie, Cassie, Cassie…!


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Va Va Voom Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj feat. Future - Va Va Voom Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Nicki Minaj:]
Just met a boy, just met a boy when
He could come inside of my play pen
'cause he look like a superstar in the making
So I think that I'm going in for the taking
Hear through the grape vine that he caking
W-w-we could shoot a movie, he could do the taping
B-b-boom boom pow, this thing be shaking
I ain't even tryna find out who he dating
('cause I know he got a wife at home)
(But I need just one night alone)
(If he keep playing them kidding games)
(Imma run away aye, Imma run away aye aye)

[Chorus:]
Ah ah I wanna give you
One last option
Ah ah I wanna give you
One last chance
I-If you're looking for the
Main attraction
Just hold on tight and
Let me do my dance
If you want it I'm gonna be
Va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it
You got that boom boom
If you want it, I'm gonna be
Va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it
You got that boom boom

[Nicki Minaj]
Just met a boy, just met a boy when
He could become my little problem
'cause he look like he modeling clothes in Dublin
So I think that he gettin' that Green Goblin
Hear through the grape vine that he hang low
We could shoot a movie, could bang, like Rambo
Boom boom pow, this thing so bingo
Wondering if he could understand my lingo
('cause I know he got a wife at home)
(But I need just one night alone)
(If he keep playing them kidding games)
(Imma run away aye, Imma run away aye aye)

[Chorus:]
Ah ah I wanna give you
One last option
Ah ah I wanna give you
One last chance
I-If you're looking for the
Main attraction
Just hold on tight and
Let me do my dance
If you want it I'm gonna be
Va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it
You got that boom boom
If you want it, I'm gonna be
Va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it
You got that boom boom

[Nicki Minaj]
Boy I'm in this club, slow mo
Don't mind if I do
And I can tell you're feeling me from the jump
I wanna ride too...
You got that hot shit, boy ya blessed
Let me feel up on your chest
Flexing you the man
You the man 100 grand
This same roll, game down
Yes I play it very well....
Come baby lay down, let me stay down
Lemme show you how I run take you to my playground
Come and get this va va voom voom...

[Chorus:]
Ah ah I wanna give you
One last option...
Ah ah I wanna give you
One last chance...
I-If you're looking for the
Main attraction..
Just hold on tight and
Let me do my dance...
If you want it I'm gonna be
Va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it
You got that boom boom...
If you want it, I'm gonna be
Va va voom, voom
If you got it, you got it
You got that boom boom....


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Hood Story Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Hood Story Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


Lemme tell a lil story bout dis dude I knew
He sed he used to qo to skool out in L.I.U
He sed he'd make me a bet
He'd own his own jet
Nd he'd show me dha city
From a bird eye view
Sed he came from Jamaica
He had a lil paper
He owned a couple acres
Nd den I cauqht dha rapist
Dhats how we qot toqether
On dha bike
Late nite
Kawasaki leathers
He used to wine nd dine me
Dom nd sex
Nd we be arm nd armor
Mani dress
See I ain't need a leprechaun
Or 4 leaf clover
I jus woke up one mornin
Nd he copped dha rover
See I knew about dem qirls he had bac den
But I wasz qettin money I ain't care bout dem
Becuz dey wasz qettin G'd
I had N's
I used to split ma dividends with all my friends
Ckuz I wasz in dha lounqe
Dey wasz in dha greyhound
Like in and out a town
Movin coke by dha pound like
Quess it didn't sOund rite
Ckuz dem bitches wasz mad
Started plottin
Tryna qet wat I had
See ma homeqirl Teisha
Sed dhat keisha with dha real black lips
Used to smoke dhat reefa
Sum bitch name Dawn
Used to fuq LaiQwan
Nd alicia with dha chinky eyes
Used to be with freaky Ty
Lived across dha street
From dis niqqa name tiki diamond.....
Yea chicken noodle bitches
Like a pack of Ramen
Dey had it out 4 me
Kidnapp ma brother
At dha rucker
Ckuz he used 2 put it down 4 mi...

[Talkinq: Nikki Minaj]
O ma qOd dey cauqht Brandon
I qOt his picture in dha mail
He wasz rawkin a Vanson
But no sad bitch
We qot surveillance on dha mansion
Nd we qon need 30 million for dha ransom...

[Talkinq: man]
Chu bumbaclaat
Yuh si all me now who
Mi ah kill off ah pussy
Mi ah qet him boc to whom
Mi nuh romp wid a mon chu!!!1


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Im Cumin Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Im Cumin Lyrics
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[start]


[Verse 1:]
Okaye okaye okaye okaye (I'm cominnnnn)
Now whose hot, whose not? Shorty du whoop, it's
Cool you blood clot, (COOL), you come to the spot see if you
Don't get got, see if you don't get got when the semi go cop,
I'm like ayee what the fuck a bitch think? (uh huh) Nick, you know ain't nuttin changed but
My wink (okaye), pink on pink everything insync, I write pretty lyrics every pen pink ink,
I'm representin all my girls, niggas double up, I don't play around I'm a have to
Shut 'er down, run up into town I'm a have to get the crown, I'm the Youngs Queens
Bitch with the platinum sound, None of ya girls can steal my shine, Fendi brought me to
The game, Now I'm in my prime (yup), stay humble, stay low, stay on the grind
I don't needa a light but I stay in the lime....

[Hook:]
When I tell em that I'm cumin I'm cumin...
Rap bitches in the game always huffin and puffin....
(Damn) why these bitches always frontin for nuthin
Fuck around I'm a have these bitches runnin from suttin [x2]

[Verse 2:]
Guess what Nicki spit crack like yayo, yup matter fact when I rap
It okayo, Come through the hood all the boys say ayo, lettuce and tomato
Don't forget the mayo, Words in the street that Nicki don't play doe,
Bitches pop shit but they soft like play dough, gotta lotta banks so she wanna be....
Me, I gotta full tank little momma on E, I fly first class overseas on this BB, snapple
In my hand and it's strawberry kiwi, I ain't even make it, and these girls wanna be me...
You Mrs. Me too like you always say me me, I'm who they believe in, mami...
Don't even, Soon as I put the keys in I switch like seasons, get a couple beats from my
Nigga dough bezy, why would I go hard when this shit is so easy...


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Sticks In My Bun Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Sticks In My Bun Lyrics
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[start]


[Chorus:]
I done put two sticks in my bun
So they recognize me when I come
I'm D-M-C like Run
Listen mami I'm the muthafuckin one

[Verse:]
You don't like me you just like my flow
Just booked a show but I might not go
Nigga said he didn't have a pole for my hoe
Damn why a nigga tryna fuck up my dough
When it come to me it be like they go
They tell me to stop but I'm like hell no
Now everybody watch my M-O
Nicki been hot since you rock shell tops
Yessir....

Ha ha ha ha
Gotta laugh at that
Bitch give me the ball I'm a pass it back
Spit nothin but crack got bags of that
When it come to rap I master that....

[Chorus:]
I done put two sticks in my bun
So they recognize me when I come
I'm D-M-C like Run
Listen mami I'm the muthafuckin one
I done put two sticks in my bun
So they recognize me when I come
I'm D-M-C like Run
Listen mami I'm the muthafuckin one....

[Verse:]
You can spot me from a mile away
Nicki sexy any time of day
Word on the street is that I'm chinese
No lil mama I'm just high off haze
Don't fuck a dude if a dude don't pay
Don't suck a dude if a dude dirty
When it come to you gotta look purty
Sit up in the groove get your weave curly, hey!
Sim simma
Pass me the keys to my beemer
Wish I had a booty like Trina
Nigga get your green up...
Stay in the sky like Nina
Flights to Japan, Tiran and Korea...

[Chorus:]
I done put two sticks in my bun
So they recognize me when I come...
I'm D-M-C like Run...
Listen mami I'm the muthafuckin one.
I done put two sticks in my bun
So they recognize me when I come.
I'm D-M-C like Run
Listen mami I'm the muthafuckin one.


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Letcha Go Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Letcha Go Lyrics
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[start]


[VERSE 1:]
Babe boy you must got nicki twisted
I would've left before but you insisted
Said that I was your all and I believed you
That's why it hurts to the core I gotta leave you
How could you love me and humiliate me
You ain't my man don't affiliate me
With all your plans cause you really made me
A lil bitch when that really ain't me
Mondays was the fun days
From the slum to the runway
Runs in the hyundai
Niggas didn't have your money it was gun play
Used to tell me to listen to what a thug say
At night I would sleep on you
And I guess I did sleep on you
Cause when they said it I said creep on who
No not my boo
Ain't what he gon do

[CHORUS:]
Oh now you wanna be with me
But you can't be with me
Boy leave me alone
You know you did me wrong
So I gotta letcha go
If you wanted me in your life
You shoulda treated me right
Boy leave me alone
You know you did me wrong
So I gotta letcha go

[VERSE 2:]
Why you saying you ain't feel her
You was in the villa
She was in the white chinchilla
You was sippin on a miller
My bitch pam had the hidden cam like killa
Funny how ya win some
Ya lose some
Never worry where your income would come from
Cause no matter where you was I held you down
Up north to uptown
So how you sound
Now you all up in my face bout you make mistakes
If I'da known you was fake I'da laced your steak
Strick nine one time in your welchs grape...
Quit lying...
Why you lying...
I watched the tape
Now get up out my dressing room.
Give me some f'ing room.
Go get your mind right and take it as a lesson learned
Just like usher nigga you gon have to let it burn
To the left and I ain't talkin about jigga girl...

[CHORUS:]
Oh now you wanna be with me
But you can't be with me
Boy leave me alone
You know you did me wrong
So I gotta letcha go...
If you wanted me in your life
You shoulda treated me right
Boy leave me alone
You know you did me wrong
So I gotta letcha go...


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - N.I.G.G.A.S. Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj feat. Angel De-Mar - N.I.G.G.A.S. Lyrics
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[start]


[Nicki Minaj:]
This is for my niggas that did bids
All uh my niggas that's doin time, for some shit that they ain't did
This is for my niggas that wild out
All uh my niggas that ride out, All my niggas that hide out

This is for my niggas that buy weight
Niggas that leave on Monday, come back on a Friday
This is for my niggas that get high
All uh my niggas that get by, All my niggas that get fly

This is for my niggas that cop dutches
All uh my niggas throwin it up on them bikes n pop clutches
This is for my niggas that don't snitch
All uh my niggas that don't bitch, All my niggas that tore fifths

This is for my niggas that don't cry
All uh my niggas that don't smile, All my niggas that don't lie
This is for my niggas that take care
All uh dey kids order some bids, N take em to daycare

This is for my niggas that don't settle
All uh my niggas that push pedals, All my niggas with gold medals
This is for my niggas that play ball
Niggas that wanna get in the game so they niggas can cake off

This is for my niggas that gave up
All uh my niggas that's laid up And ya mind is made up
This is for the borough of Sean Bell (Rest In Peace)
All uh my niggas with strong will, All my niggas that gone kill

This is for my niggas than stand up
All uh my niggas that's gon fight All my niggas that man up (C'mon)
This is for my niggas with big dreams
All uh my niggas in sick jeans, That be spittin they sixteens

This is for the Tims n, This is for the Brims n
This is for the Trims n, This is for the rims n
This is for the kings n, This is for the bosses
This is for the blings n, Niggas in the Porches

This one's for Malcolm, This one's for Martin
Wish I coulda thanks them, Look what they started
This is cause I'm tired uh losin (Tired of losing)
Even though my music is crack, Guess I'm tired of using....

It's like I'm tired of rappin it & I ain't even rapped yet
I'm Tired n I'm askin am I Ready for the rapture see
I'm just a little girl, Caught in a mixed up world
Shoutout my girls that be callin me sista girl....

All of you silence
For all of this violence
For all of my mens that's locked in the pens
And trapped in the silence....

[Angel De-Mar:]
I aee you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I seee youu....
I see you, I see you, I see you, I see you, I seeee youuu....

[Nicki Minaj & Anel De-Mar:]
Hold On (I See You) Hold On Hold On
Hold On Hold On Hold On Hold On Hold On
Keep trying
Kee-eep tryy-yinnn'....


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Warning Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Warning Lyrics
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[start]


x[Verse 1: Nicki]
Who da hell is this?
Callin me at 12:47 in the night
While I'm watchin the fight.
Lookin at the phone it's no name in sight
Blocked ID, knew somethin just wasn't right
It's my girl Kandi from out in Miami
Tellin me that my man with some bitch in a Camry
Car seat in the back like he started a family
Yo Kan stop playin what the fuck are you sayin?
Remember them chicks from da Brick 'round nine six
That we seen when we hit a lick by the projects?
Oh, you mean Leah, little sister Maria
I use to go see her in front of the Pizzeria
I didn't say them, they schooled to some bitch that you knew from back when some bitch named Kim
Light skinned flim use to rock a low rim.
Followed them to the crib, but the lights real dim
They hit me on the chirp warning me now I'm warning you
What's it gonna be?
Nicki tell me what you wanna do

[Chorus:]
Damn I'm a have to send her to her maker [x3]
I'm a send her to her maker [x2]

[Verse 2: Nicki]
They heard about his good sex and long erections
Nice complexion, Magnums for protection
They even heard about his tongue game
How the nigga gave brain ain't stopped 'til the cum came
But that's words of Hip Hop ?
I popped the bitch top, like a corona
CALL A CORINA, it's gonna be a lot of black dresses and chest vest's if I find out he got a next Mrs.
What you think all the goons is for
Two by the door a few more out in New York
And I feel 'em curry chicken, I'm all about my green NAW MEAN? Got some fat bitches in the kitchen
I got a spot like OX and we cook OX tail got a scale for what's in the mail.
I got whatever on my nigga Pail, But if the nigga bail.
I'll have 'em sleepin with some killa whales...
Damn bitches wanna fuck with my man on the other hand things ain't always what you plan....
It's the ones up in ya Prom picture
So long with'cha...
Now they wanna creep in ya mans jeep
I bet you Nicki won't sleep
Cause I'm a put the heat to ya beak, you'll bird like TWEET TWEET
And watch you smoke like a cigarette
Shoulda left the bitch a pack of Nicorette...
Leave all them foul bitches wet
I give a fuck about you and ya bum crew
Mami I'm the truth they salute when I come threw
I'm not runnin bitch I bust my gun and hold on I hear somebody comin...

[Three Knocks]
POLICE OPEN UP!!!

[Nicki:]
Shit, that bitch Kandi set me up yo
Pass the A.R. lemme let these cowards have it...


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Dilly Dally Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Dilly Dally Lyrics
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[start]


[Talking:]
Nicki minaj, dirty money, I don't think ya'll understand what I'm about to do, I'm about to master these bitches man

[Verse:]
I used to dilly dally, now I dilly to calli
Used to push a pink dinali, now it's chevi impalis
I used to be broker than them niggas in alleys, now I get my work it out like biggidy bally
I sed to go hard, used cop the brim
Used to take the dolla car, used to shop at vim
Now I take it real easy, the hood believe me
I don't mean cover girl wen I say "easy breezy"
Jimeny cricket, let the master in, when it come to bad bitches I'm the last at kin
I'm bringin S.E.X.Y. B.A.C.K. if nicki ain't the best suck a D.I.C.K.
I'm young nicolas, my style rediculous
I herd your money funny, well mommy I'm ticklish
I gotta laugh. I gotta laugh at it
I always got crack I guess I'm a crack addict

[Talking:]
I don't know man, I think these bitches is real scared right now, like dam I got these bitches shaking in they boots man....
Dirty money, ayo pri, bring the next verse in my nigga....

[Verse:]
I used to make a dollar stretch like a pilati, now I gotta play the potty n it's up in ginadi
Gotta push the masserati, candy paint on the body
Making money off the hobby, taking flicks in the lobby
I'm in the future, I'm ahead of my time...
And you can't duplicate me I'm like one of a kind
They think I'm making fun of them when I b like nahh nahh nah nah
Thas the track lil mama look nahh nahh nah nah...
Do wat I do it, like I do it for the tv...
Bitches must be blind cause these bitches can see me.
Do it all for gp, tell em to suck a pee pee.
Monday LA tuesday I'm in DC
Get a ticket or u only get a snippet
If you write your lyrics lil mama I can dig it.
I show u how I do it
What do s really magic
Abra cadab tricks are for kids silly rabbit.


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - 40 Bars Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - 40 Bars Lyrics
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[start]


Fitted down and I'm reddii 2 play
When yo album gon' drop bitches neva could say
Say fuk I look like givin birds dae props
Bitches act like dae hot but I heard dae not.
How the fuk you in the game like 10 yrs strong.
Ya'll bitches still can't write cha own damn song
You see me on the stoop man these birds just aloop me.
Wetha I'm in the coop or dat hoopty doopsy
I'm alwayz witta dude dat will louf yah coofy
Let'em eat mah coochy and cop mii poochy...
House in the boonies rock the dooby
Cop the 22 den spark ah lucy
He tell em I'm the one he prolly right
He pressin me like button downs
On a friday night yah girl
Get it poppin like dynamite....
Dynamite the coke albino white.
Name one bitch in the game
That I can't murdah...
Chicken noodle bitch on the side witta soda
Give it 2 ae'boddii liek a cop witah quotah
Stop play polka hop inside amolka
I eat bitches no knife no folka
Bitch want it with me livin the life loca
O0o I get it you ah joka...
I leave ah dot on yah head and I ain't talkin bout polka
Cause you the type that b runnin your mouf
See you on the block wanna run in yah house
I'm with the nigga fendi neva fucks witta slouch
I fuck with dirty money like watz undah the couch cause
Ain't a bitch could fuk with my flow
Wen it comes 2 drugs mommy just say no...
Eatha you on sumthin or yah S-L-O
Had tah switch up the flow let these sketals know
I come come hard I don't come with garbage
Just one phone call they goin' come regardless
I alwayz got the ball mah I roll with starters
Write my own barz and my flows the hardess nigga...


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Click Clack Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Click Clack Lyrics
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[start]


[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard
I was tought to only reach
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clack mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear dat

[Verse 1:]
They call me Nicholas, style defined as ridiculous
I beg your pardon, meet me at da garden
#1 draft, I'm New York's pick & I don't lose like dem dudes on da new york knicks... (check it)
I'm over seas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em
Dey want cain like erica... please
Brotha your money young like goverment cheese
Dese broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy wen I hopin out da brincks truck
And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entrance
Dese old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game dey gon play da benches
Fuck your friendship, pay attention
Bitch get at me, I'm a pay my henchmen

[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin

[Verse 2:]
Dey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad
Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout da tod
I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin
I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk str8 in
Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis bul hatin, dats I pop up in da porch with da top vacant
Mami stop fakin, talkin bout wat u got, u ain't got NATHIN & your not caking
Your not my taste, get outta my face, I play da top like eight friendz on your myspace
Stay in a childs place... Check da timin
I roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC)
U on a flight, I be bakin on islands....
Mami your accent sound faker den Dylan
MURDA DEM, MURDA DEM, fuck a competition, Already murda dem...

[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin...

[Verse 3:]
Dey call me Nicki M., hard to find me in a sticky gin
I play da club, with a thug & sum pretty friendz
And if dey ain't got da gat, dey got da knife on
Your too wack to get up on one of y song...
U gotta deal, cause u was givn up da coochie prolly, but I'll arrange one hit like oochie wallie...
And u'll be gon to November like Wyclef, I hold wieght & I ain't talkin bout Biceps.
I rep Queens like da crown, wen I'm in da town, ask Yung Joc... it's goin down.
Kisses to my bitches and my niggas, getta pound
June, turn me up... mic check... ?
Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da clique she with
Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nic.holla bac & turn up my shyt...

[Chorus:]
Alot of rap niggas be trynna paly hard
I was tought ?
When I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion
Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin.....


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Jump Off 07 Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Jump Off 07 Lyrics
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[start]


Queens, Queens
Ayo Fendi this the jump off right here man

Ms. Minaj little mama get a taste of the hot sauce
Itty bitty real pretty but I'm not soft
I beat bitches with the heat like I'm Scott Storch
In the ocean is where they gettin' dropped off
All I wanna do is party, rock some Ed Hardy and 40/40
You arrive when it just get started
I come through at 2 and I don't get carded
Excuse me I had to beg ya pardon
Mami ya flow sick, my flows retarded
Cause you can say something and you won't be sick.
But um, I can't help my retarded chick.
Cause my flow stupid, wheelchair bound.
Take the small bus all year round.
That bitch pop out with a helmet on her head
Bottle of new meds, a good pair of Keds...

[Chorus:]
Where my chicks
All my girls that'll transport bricks
Got some MAC lip gloss on ya lips
Keep a real good jean on ya hips
You can get it...
And to my dudes
If you keep a good bitch in ya crew
And you rock a good hood, fuck a suit
And you got a little tree on ya boot
You can get it...

Nicki and Dirty Money nigga, shit ya draws
When I count to three, hit the floor
Dang little mama, pick up ya jaw
That there's the Chevy, 64...
You that bitch, I'm the boss
I'm a have my bodyguard, dust me off
Cause I think I might have some dirt on my shoulder
Call my nigga Light with the money green Rover
I'm the boss bitch pink links and the brinks
Rockin the corset, sip drinks in my minks
Call my nigga Gravy, that's the big baby
Tell him I said maybe he should bring the trey p
Already know these lames is gonna hate me
But um lately, it only motivate me
Want it with the squad, gotta come through me
I hit the dance floor, nigga 1-2-3...


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Playtime Is Over Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Playtime Is Over Lyrics
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[start]


[Big Mike:]
Big mike, the new baddest bxtch in the game
She go by the name of Nicki Minaj
Let's get this shit poppin, playtime is ova motha fucka

[Nicki Minaj:]
This the one they was waitin on baby
I had to do it

Just when they thought it was safe to play I
Hit'em with the N.I.C the K.I
I'm tinkerbell he's peter pay-a
To these rap bitches I'm mother may-a
I wanna kno why you waste your yime
On these rap hoes that don't write they rhymes
Get a can of a sprite with a twist of lime
Money money money always on my mind
Coupe color purple no I'm not celie
We run new york like we play relay
My flight took off yours has been delayed
Give it to them early bitches so don't be late
Play time is ova when I spit bars
My mixtape bring
All the boys to the yard
All the boys want Nicki
All the boys want mine..
All the boys say they love me, yea they love me long time
Yes I'm the girl that you heard of
I commit murda...
I body bitches I don't need a burna.
Queens, oh yes I rep queens.
Little white T, plus sum tight jeans.
I make it heard for these chicks to breath.
Wrist on freeze I freeze up my sleeves.
We gettin money like it grow on trees.
Stay on my a Q'z I stay on my P'z...
After I'm done the you will acknowledge
I'm the president never went to college
I'm a bad bitch I don't need no stylist
Tell a bitch holla when she get my dollas
Bitches talk shit, but what is you sayin
Got the illest dude in the game speakin my name
I'm the one, I'm the one you heard me
Same number they stiched on mcGrady jersey
If I show you how to do it will you reimburse me
Let me put on my pumps let me grab my skirt see,
I am such a lil ladys let me do my curtsi
Fuck a dry pussy bitch cause I know she thirsty...


[End]
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Nicki Minaj - Wuchoo Know Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj - Wuchoo Know Lyrics
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[start]


Chin checker I'm da chin checker

[Verse 1:]
It was a quarter passed 3 when I ran into rell
Didn't forget my keys cause my name ring bells
A lil white tee some addidas with the shells
Tun in the coup oh! shoot broke a nail
Let me let me think what I gotta gotta do
Should I get the black or the chrome 22
And if a bird try to get out of the cage
I bitch down new york times front page
I went to starbucks I wanted to get a frapo
Then had a snapple apple with the capo
That's fendi but that's irrelivent
Threw him a couple benjies now I'm da president
And I'm nicki and nicki so picky
Slick like ricky flow be so icky
Class is finished you'll be home bout 3
So all ya rap bitches what ya'll know bout me

[Chorus:]
What ya know bout me
Whatchu whatchu know bout me
What ya know bout me
Watchau watchu know...
They say the girl is a fool the girl get it boppin'!
The girl get them crills and the girl get it poppin'!
What ya know bout me
Whatchu whatchu know bout me
The girl gettin money alot of dirty money
I'll show you how to do it if you gettin somethin from me...

[Verse 2:]
Got some nice titties yes they are pretty
That's how I got the s the 550....
That's cause I gets I gets I gets busy.
That's why I don't need you to come get me
I'm badder than the dude at the neverland
In a money green coup with a leprechaun
Holla at'em get a four leaf clover.
Go go against me guaranteed ya over
Now all the kids sweat nick like a mexican
Cause I got more kicks than a temper tan-trum trum trum
Ya slow poke betta run run run my lil coke
And s-m-I-the l-e and ain't one thing they could tell me
Cause I write write write my own shit
I'm the one like I'm the culprit.


[End]
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