I’m Legit

I’m the shit 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 shit!"
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 shit!"

Beat em' like they stole some
Beat em' like they stole some
All this booty here got 'em dreaming
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
Niggas pitch the tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get me bodied
Long hair, no makeup, doing pilates
Those niggas don't step on my damn Zanottis
All them bitches my sons but who's the Daddy?
I graduate with honors, I ball
'Nead O'Connor i did a freestyle
Then I got a shout out from Obama
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
Motherfuckers know I’m the shit, legit
And if a motherfucker 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

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 coming in, but
I never share that, boy
No lipstick, no lashes though
But I got a real big ol' ratchet, though
I said dude, yo dude, you packing dough
He said he want a good box like Pacquiao
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, alopecia
I hate wack niggas
I should really slap niggas
These niggas trippin' when I put
'em on the map niggas
How you gon' break that? How
You gon' fake that?
Ain't at no wedding but all my girls cake pop
Sleeping on me, no mattress though
I'm a burn the beat down, no matches though
No, they can’t keep up? They molasses slow
I'm the greatest Queens bitch
With the cashes flow
Looking, looking at me like it’s my fault
Trying to take sneak pictures
With they iPhone
I like independent bitches like July 4th
Now that’s what young Harriet died for

Nicki Minaj

I’m Legit

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