“He Was Hurting Inside Because He Sh^^ted on Me And Finally Got Sh^^ted On Lyrics” sung by Nicki Minaj represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Did It On’em by Nicki Minaj.
He Was Hurting Inside Because He Sh^^ted on Me And Finally Got Sh^^ted On Lyrics
[Intro]
(Bangladesh)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
S^^^^ed on ’em
Man, I just s^^^^ed on ’em
S^^^^ed on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em
S^^^^ed on ’em
Man, I just s^^^^ed on ’em
S^^^^ed on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
All these b^^^^es is my sons
And I’ma go and get some bibs for ’em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on ’em
If I had a dick, I would pull it out and p^^^ on ’em (Pss)
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off
And we ain’t making up, I don’t need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam, radiator
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Safaree]
(That was a earthquake, b^^^^), s^^^^ed on ’em
(You felt the ground shake, right?), man, I just s^^^^ed on ’em
(You b^^^^es ain’t f^^^ing with her), s^^^^ed on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (You must’ve, ah)
(You must’ve lost your f^^^in’ mind), s^^^^ed on ’em
(You must’ve bumped your f^^^in’ head), man, I just s^^^^ed on ’em
(You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking b^^^^es), s^^^^ed on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (Uh, yo, ah)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
This stone is flawless, F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad b^^^^es beggin’ me to F one
But I’ma eat them rap b^^^^es when the chef come
Throw some fresh ones
More talent in my motherf^^^in’ left thumb
She ain’t a Nicki fan, then the b^^^^ deaf, dumb
You ain’t my son, you my motherf^^^in’ step-son
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Safaree]
(I don’t know what layaway look like), s^^^^ed on ’em
(B^^^^, I can’t even spell “welfare”), man, I just s^^^^ed on ’em
(You got me mistaken with your mother, ho), s^^^^ed on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (You b^^^^es at the bottom of the totem pole)
(We at the top, b^^^^, she flopped), s^^^^ed on ’em
(Louis Vuitton everything, b^^^^), man, I just s^^^^ed on ’em
(Gucci, we don’t f^^^ with it, it’s too cheap, motherf^^^er), s^^^^ed on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (You b^^^^es, ah, man)
[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
All these b^^^^es is my sons
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Phoenix
B^^^^, I get money, so I dos what I pleases
I live where the motherf^^^in’ pools and the trees is
Broke b^^^^es so crusty (Disgust me)
Gave the b^^^^ a ride, got the Continental dusty
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the duff’-B
Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me, ew
I’m the terminator
B^^^^ talk slick, I’ma have to terminate her
These little nappy-headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed, I’ll spray you with the germinator (Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh)
Move back, bugs
Matter fact, you know the queen could use a back rub (Ah)
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used to be here, now you’re gone, Nair
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj & Safaree]
(You nappy-headed son of a b^^^^es), s^^^^ed on ’em
(I’ma start throwing Just for Me perm at your heads), man, I just s^^^^ed on ’em
(I’ma get the kid version), s^^^^ed on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (The kid version, ’cause you’re a bunch of kids)
(Bunch of lil’ nappy-headed hoes runnin’ around, yeah), s^^^^ed on ’em
(Just for Me), man, I just s^^^^ed on ’em
(You know it, yeah, ho, you know it), s^^^^ed on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (Just for Me perm in your head when we see you, ow)
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