Nicki Minaj - Big Foot

Your flare's such a bar

Drinkin' a bottle of Henny through a straw

Bitch, you better stop the dialogue

'Fore I hit call and buy your catalogue Sigh

How you fuck your mother man when she die?

How you go on Gayle King and can't cry?

Chile, bye Big foot, but you still a small fry

Swearin' on your dead mother when you lie


Ayo

This little beggin' whore talkin' 'bout Megan's law

For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw (Uh)

If you a ghost writer, Pardi in Megan jaw (Uh)

Shots thrown but I sttill ain't let Megan score (Tell 'em , uh)

Bad bitch she like six foot (Uh), I call her, "Big Foot" (Brrr)

The bitch fell off, I said, "Get up on your good foot"

Uh, she ain't still topped off Red Ruby (No; Uh-huh)

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?

Fuckin' your best firend man is crazy, you the type, though

You was lyin' to the Queen then you went lyin' to the King

Gale, that thirty-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 raisin' the bar

Fuck you get shot with no scar? (Brrr)

This little piggy toxic, someone adopt it (Ah-ha)

Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm

Shit'll get dark like chocolate

I'm 'bout to get up in your ass, bitch, clench (Woo)

Mm, yeah, sort of like French

They got you all them Grammy's bot your flow's still a no