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Featuring Ciara [Hook: Ciara (x2)] I'm the sh*t with no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here, mine I'm a dollar 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 sh*t!" [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Treat 'em like they stole somethin' Beat 'em like they stole somethin' All this booty here got 'em dreamin' Lemme hold some Let me, let me Hear that boy Let me, let me Wear that boy Let me get the most expensive car, and let me steer that boy Real big pretty-titty, shut down every city If you want the kid kitty, gotta get the key from me All new everything, plus pay the rent for me If we in the wilderness, n*ggas pitch the tent for me Letras de cancionesTent for me, tent for me Get me bodied, long hair no make-up doing Pilates Most n*ggas don't step on my damn Zanottis All them b*tches my sons but who's the Daddy? I graduate with honors I ball, 'Nead O'Connor I did a Freestyle, then I got a shoutout from Obam'er 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 them? Girls, girls, me and my girls What you done did? I need some referrals Motherf*ckers know I'm the sh*t, legit And if a motherf*cker don't he can suck my dick I tell 'em, "Everybody else is my opposite!" I put 'em on the game, give 'em five percent [Hook: Ciara (x2)] I'm the sh*t with no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here, mine I'm a dollar 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 sh*t!" [Verse 2: Nicki Minaj] I'm like really famous I got a famous anus No, not famous Amos All this fame is heinous Lemme, lemme Hear that boy Lemme, lemme Wear that boy All this money comin' in But I never share that boy No lipstick, No lashes though But I got a real big ol' ratchet do' I said dude, yo dude, you packin' do' He said he want a good box like Pacquaio I said, "Well, my name Nicki and it's nice to meet you." If you really wanna know, I'll give you my procedure Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique And we lookin' for some ballers, Alopeshia I hate wack n*ggas I should really slap n*ggas These n*ggas trippin' when I put 'em on the map n*ggas How you gon' break fly? How you gon' fake die? Ain't at no wedding but all my girl's cake, ha Sleepin' on me, no mattress tho' I'ma burn the beat down, no matches though No they can't keep up? They molasses slow I'm the greatest Queens b*tch, with the cashes flow Lookin' at me like it's my fault Tryna take sneak pictures with they iPhone I like independent b*tches like July 4th Now that's what young Harriet died for [Hook: Ciara (x2)] I'm the sh*t with no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here, mine I'm a dollar 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 sh*t!" From Letras Mania