Nicki Minaj Big Foot Lyrics
How you f**k your mother man when she die?
How you go on Gayle King and can’t cry?
Big foot but you still a small fry
Swearing on your dead mother when you lie
This little begging whore
Talking ‘bout Megan’s law
For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw
If you a ghost writer, Pardi in Megan jaw
Shots thrown but I still ain’t let Megan score
Bad b****, she like six foot
I call her big foot
The b**** fell off, I said “Get up on your good foot”
Uh, still ain’t topped Red Ruby
Tryna steal the sauce, I said “Get up out my cook book”
But really I’m a sweetie pie
P-r-t-t-y but I’m p-e-t-t-y
Um, why did you lie about your Lypo?
F**king your best friend man is crazy, you the type though
You was lying to the Queen then you went lying to the King
Gale, that 30-year-old tea so stale
Kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar
Roman wait, that was the bar
Like a body builder, I keep raising the bar
F**k you get shot with no scar?
This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Shit’ll get dark like chocolate
I’m ‘bout to get up in your ass b**** clench
Mm, yeah, sort of like French
They got you all them Grammy’s but your flow still a no
What a Fiasco, Lupe
Future made you pay
Haha, she wanna Pardi with DaBaby while rubbing on Tory toupe
I guess she needed Moneybaggs for them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it
Yo, why the f**k they poke the Monsta?
F**king with Nicki, this year, ho, I’m cumming like a porn star
She just mad that no n** ever loved her
No n** gon’ stand ten toes behind her
Is it my fault I got good vagin-er?
Why the f**k is you humping on a minor?
‘Cause she was lying on your dead momma
On, on your dead momma
Lying on your dead momma
On, on your dead momma, lying on your dead momma
On, on your dead momma, lying, lying, lying on your dead momma