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[CHORUS:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard I was told only reach for the heat if you're [? ] So when I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion Click Clak 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 overseas rockin hella capris, in da west indies eatin delacasies... I tel em Dey want cain like erica... please Brotha your money young like that nigga Jeezy These broke rappers always rappin bout a pink truck, I'm only happy when I hopin out da brinks truck And I don't need a 16, I got a sentence... I goes on a fucka like an entrance These old bitches betta change dey denture, wen I get in da game they 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 play hard I was told only reach for the heat if you're [? ] So when I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin
[Verse 2:]DTheey call me Maraj, Fuck u & fuck your squad Head bitch in charge, I ain't talkin bout [?] I'm on da other line & I ain't talkin bout call waitin I'm VIP lil mama I jus walk straight in Lil Dolce & Gabanna got dis whore hatin, thats why I pop up in da porch with da top vacant [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/click-clack-lyrics-nicki-minaj.html ] 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 friends on your myspace Stay in a childs place... Check da timin I roc bitches like dey throwin up da diamond (ITS THE ROC) You 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 play hard I was told only reach for the heat if you're [? ] So 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 my songs 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 weight & 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... how I sound? Bitches don't kno da half, like dey flucked at math, give a fuck about a bitch & da cliique she with Unless u doin dem numbaz like arithmetic, young nick holla bac & turn up my sht
[CHORUS:]Alot of rap niggas be trynna play hard I was told only reach for the heat if you're [? ] So when I lift da shirt dats da end of discussion Click Clcak mutha fuckaz, I ain't trynna hear nuthin