Hard Lemonade - Nicki Minaj

nicki: 
I'm in a tricky little mood 
i trick these little dudes 
i tell em that i love 'em but 
i never really do 
see, i like pretty shoes and 
i like pretty minks 
and i like sight sein' the pyramids and the sphinx 
he cop italian pieces so i do the first pump 
and i can only push it if the trunk is in the front 
if the trunk is in the back, then you gotta take it back 
you can hit me on the jet 
i chat on the mac 
see i am who i am nicky am motherfucker if she say she not a fan 
she a lying motherfcuker 
over shopping in paris so i speak a little french 
oui oui raggedy time for you to hit then bench 
indecisive so i always gotta pick two 
i guess that's why i got the yorkie and the
Shitzu i told fab get that michael knight kitt coupe 
before i put this pussy on ya chipped tooth 

jiaer lavon: 
i pull up my 42's so i call you little dudes 
your woman coming single, i take my chicks in twos 
and when it comes to sippin lemonade is what i choose 
and when it come to trippin that's all you really do 
i don't work at lowers but you know i keep them tools 
come around my town i'll show ya what them hammers do 
and this is not a diss, this is just what i do 
and all y'all nigaas false, i'm only speakin in truths 
you get it? the program: get with it 
i'm killing these niggas, like cancer to liver 
nigga package out the liver trigger finger on the trigger 
she treat me then trick ya i'm in it go figure 
the way i bringin money you would think 
i'm doing taxes 
cause the money come in like income backwards 
so i'ma go hard cause i ain't trying to go home that's 
why i'm snappin on this beat like you just finished the poem 
and i spits that crack you can just call me 
jerome and i go 
all out like that nigga from home alone 
even though i never write, my nigga i'm never wrong 
so i'ma give it up and let sean go off 

big sean 
first whip, garbo second whip largo 
don't worry bout my niggas they're good, marshall 
bank account got me feelin well, fargo 
ballin till i get a millicheck, darko 
i just give em line after line after line after... 
after line after line, barcode 
they lookin for my work, narco 
cause i just black out in the booth, charcoal 
me, don see, tonin 54 bitches 
this weed finna' blow i bet they finna'
Blow nigga 2 pounds of weed don't' act 
like you don't know nigga 
i put that green up like mistletoe nigga 

(Merci à Maria R. pour cettes paroles)