Sure, here's a continuation: Living large, in this Barbie scene, that's my decree, Nicki Meow, always shining, that's the key. Style on fleek, every move a fascination, Barbie world's where I dwell, it's my foundation. Glistening glamour, in every step I take, Nicki's the queen, no need for a break. In this Barbie universe, I own the show, Nicki Meow, in this world, I glow.

Macon from greystaion take me issa fact sir are you mad get a bag ok move I'm moving faster hahaha.

It would be dope if the piano in the beginning was recurring throughout the song.

Never ever trust a hoe in my life again bc these hoes be messy asf behind your back these bitches don’t want no smoke with me all y’all but he’s just mad that we on the winning team first of all Carolina you can suck a dick you build like a lollipop second of all Flavia don’t come for my friends couse you gonna get checkt third off all Aylin your head build like a egg head and Lea we don’t need a talk abt them edges HA

Prendo il beat di niky Voglio culi puertorjcan Bitch yes i amitweakin per wuei sti chicci lei va freaky lei mi dice solo cose durty ma bon so che dirgli Orendimelo in bocca cone coi calippoi Marus de filippi ms non vado mica smici Pero tutti amici per maria filipp plrin d e g g sul drip amiri sui miei jeans Cone vin d Su una Camaro targato l a Lei e sungle wolo il weekend

hey Kenny 😊

queen nicki minaj this ymcmb young money is fire 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

i- been missing u queen nicki minaj💅 😭💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

Not sure how it’s officially instrumental… that’s vocals in the intro. Filtered instrumental = ✅ Official instrumental = ❌

Slay fuck that bitch slick slay drip Crazy drip slick slay yaeh No game no kidding slick slay yaeh waaaa I don’t wana play no game I want to slay get out don't make me mad On ones know who I am why you think I’m bad Yaeh I am a bad bitch First Don’t ask me like this Why you looking like a barbie Don’t make me mad honey cuz I am me First Don’t ask me like that Why you want to be a bad Nah I’m not you know i’m no cap I am a bad bitch Body ody ody Look at my body ody I love my body ody ody Shit Who told you pretty then me No no it’s not I don’t care Motherfucking bitch shit Ouh ouh ah ah Gu gu ga ga Um ah um ah Like bu bu baba Slick Matherfucking la What’s up what’s up do you know me I wana play no games cause I want to Slay Hold up hold up You don’t know me No one know who I am why are you think I’m bad plz don’t make me mad So why life be sad Body ody ody just have fun No sad Why life so serious just have fun No bad Tat tat tat tat tat tat tat too W L S S tat tat tat tattoo Rap rap rap rap in my tattoo Tatto my name my name in my tattoo

Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo) When we move, tell 'em, back up, click, click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo) Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, I think you fine, yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk

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THAT 808 GOT ME FEELING ALL TYPES OF NASTYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY OSRS🤤🤤

Exclusive price?

Is this the actual beat with the vocals ripped out of the track or did you remake it? Either way this beat is 🔥🚒

🔥🔥

Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Got the strings on 'em … Woke up, the price of coke up (woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (tow) All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut (ooh, ooh) This a mack truck, not a black truck (woo) When we move, tell ‘em: Back up; click click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks: uh-oh, get your ass up, uh … Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life) Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (woo) … Yeah (sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (sheesh) You see my face all over that fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like: I think you fine, yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (sheesh) I give two Fs like the letters that are on my shoe … Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life) Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (ooh) … Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk

This beat is FIRE!

OverviewLyricsVideosListen Now who gon' pop me? Who gon' pop me? Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy" Bunch of lookin' ass bitches tryna watch me No Itachi Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Yeah) Yes, I'm stuntin' on these niggas, let the opps see (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Put some money on my head, but your shooter missed But you know karma is a bitch just like you a bitch Walked in the pet store said, "Get me a cobra" Gotta keep your friends close, enemies closer You know wifey from Australia, she said, "Cheers, mate" Then we toast and see how you niggas tears taste Mix the soda and Codeine, that's a mixtape And if you hatin', come and say it to my dick, face But who the fuck want war? No one so far Two cups, no straw, buss down, show paused No medicinal 'cause I'm sick, I'm 5'5" Them Balenci's made me 5'6" It's my shit, nigga, smell it I'm in the Koenigsegg, nigga, spell it What they sellin'? I'm goin' turbo, yeah Stompin' on a nigga turf just like a turtle, yeah Heard you got your own wave, no surfboard, damn Told her, "Give me dirty head, no shampoo" I like my blunt Remy thick, no capoose Talkin' shit and it taste like apples Fuck rappers Now who gon' pop me? Who gon' pop me? (Huh) Who gon' pop me? (Huh) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" Bunch of lookin' ass niggas tryna spot me Who gon' pop me? (Huh) Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi I say, "Aquí" Okay, who gon' pop me? (Huh? Huh?) You not poppin' (Huh?) My drip droppin', nigga, you gon' mop it Get your popcorn, nigga, I've been poppin' since Pop Warner Nigga, I pop up and pop, Told a nigga, "What's poppin'?" (What's poppin'?) Yeah, Uzi on my seat (Huh?) Money on my mind, so I usually overthink Yeah, I'm runnin' out of time, so I bought another Rollie Once upon a time, that's the moral of the story You're a Cookie Monster (Yeah), lookin' at a goblin (Yeah) Got a pussy popper (Yeah), I call her Mary Poppins (Ooh) I got a few choppers (Yeah), I like to have my options If you a goon, nigga, I'm a balloon, nigga Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" (Huh?) Bunch of lookin' ass niggas I do not see (Huh?) Got my slimes in this bitch and they got me (Yeah) Bunch of niggas with me lookin' like, "Copy" (Woo) Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like Papi (Woo) I say, "Grazie" (Yeah) Bitch, I'm rollin' like my nigga on Degrassi (Yeah) Now who gon' pop me? Who gon' pop me? (Huh?) Who gon' pop me? (Huh?) Bunch of niggas in here lookin' like, "Not me" Bunch of lookin' ass niggas tryna spot me Who gon' pop me? (Uh) Now who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Who gon' pop me? (Yeah) Full tank, I'm on F, 'bout to pop E Bunch of bitches lookin' at me like I'm Papi I say, "Aquí" Ain't gon' roll up, I'ma pop up (Uh) And get you popped up (Uh) Ain't no tellin' where your body might pop up Ain't gon' pull up, I'ma pop up And get you popped up But ain't no tellin' where your body might pop up Who the fuck want war? (Who the fuck want war?) Who the fuck want war? (Who the fuck want war)?

Here’s the lyrics in case y’all wanted to read them: Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You hoe bitches know You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Got the strings on 'em Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo) When we move, tell 'em, back up, click, click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo) Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, I think you fine, yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk

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Orr i got a thang for u by trina feat keyshia cole

Or instrumental of A letter from you by lakeyah

Can u make a instrumental for From the bottom by lakeyah

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Hey can I use this instrumental?

Yesssss thankyouuuu

$P

Fuckin love it

Can I have consent to use For a video ?

Hey can you do freak in the night by bia

Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You hoe bitches know You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Got the strings on 'em Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo) When we move, tell 'em, back up, click, click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo) Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, I think you fine, yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk

Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You hoe bitches know You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Got the strings on 'em Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo) When we move, tell 'em, back up, click, click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo) Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, I think you fine, yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk

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Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You hoe bitches know You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Got the strings on 'em Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo) When we move, tell 'em, back up, click, click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo) Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, I think you fine, yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk

Underground

THAT IS an instrumental, not that kind of shit everybody can do with a piano. And THANK UNIVERSE you put the voices at the beginning. Puuuuurfect.

take a Real good look , its called , '' FUNERAL'' ( Lil Wayne) (upside down) Lil Wayne is a Sell Out.. he sold his soul, so now they gonna kill his Character soon ... that's why it's called Funeral, Lil Wayne upside down.. get yo mind right

Mark my words.. the Industry is gonna Kill the Lil Wayne Character

take a Good Look, if u Turn it upside down, it says Lil Wayne, that means Lil Wayne is gonna Die sometime this Year, or soon

take a Good Look, if u Turn it upside down, it says Lil Wayne, that means Lil Wayne is gonna Die sometime this Year, or soon

Industry plant lol

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Pretty nice, i guess you must have heard that from someone

Super dope, club banger, keep it up bro 🔥🥩

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lts hot

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