N.I.G.G.A.S.歌词-Nicki Minaj

N.I.G.G.A.S.歌词由Nicki Minaj演唱，出自专辑《Playtime Is Over (Mixtape)》，下面是《N.I.G.G.A.S.》完整版歌词！

N.I.G.G.A.S.歌词完整版

N.I.G.G.A.S. - Nicki Minaj

You want

You want

You want

You want want want want

This is for my n***as that did bids

All uh my n***as that's doin time

For some s**t that they ain't did

This is for my n***as that wild out

All uh my n***as that ride out

All my n***as that hide out

This is for my n***as that buy weight

N***as that leave on Monday come back on a Friday

This is for my n***as that get high

All uh my n***as that get by

All my n***as that get fly

This is for my n***as that cop dutches

All uh my n***as throwin

It up on them bikes n pop clutches

This is for my n***as that don't snitch

All uh my n***as that don't b***h

All my n***as that tore fifths

This is for my n***as that don't cry

All uh my n***as that don't smile

All my n***as that don't lie

This is for my n***as that take care

All uh dey kids order some bids N take 'em to daycare

This is for my n***as that don't settle

All uh my n***as that push pedals

All my n***as with gold medals

This is for my n***as that play ball

N***as that wanna get in the

Game so they n***as can cake off

This is for my n***as that gave up

All uh my n***as that's laid up

And ya mind is made up

This is for the borough of

Sean bell

All uh my n***as with strong will

All my n***as that gone kill

This is for my n***as than stand up

All uh my n***as that's gon fight

All my n***as that man up c'mon

This is for my n***as with big dreams

All uh my n***as in sick jeans

That be spittin they sixteens

This is for the Tims n

This is for the Brims n

This is for the Trims n

This is for the rims n

This is for the kings n

This is for the bosses

This is for the blings n

N***as in the Porches

This one's for Malcolm

This one's for Martin

Wish I coulda thanks them

Look what they started

This is 'cause I'm tired uh

Losin

Even though my music is crack

Guess I'm tired of using

It's like I'm tired of rappin it

I ain't even rapped yet

I'm tired n I'm askin am

I ready for the rapture see

I'm just a little girl

Caught in a mixed up world

Shoutout my girls that be callin me sista girl

All of you silence

For all of this violence

For all of my mens that's locked in the pens

And trapped in the silence

I see you I see you

I see you I see you I seee youu

I see you I see you

I see you I see you I seeee youuu

Hold on I see you hold on hold on

Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on

Hold on

Keep trying

Hold

Kee-eep tryy-yinnn'

Hold

Hold

Hold

Hold

Rikers Island comstock and down state

Coxsackie plus clinton and greenhaven

They be gettin' it in-in can't

Forget sing-sing elmira attica

N***as that do they thing-thing

Hold on I see you hold on hold on

Hold on hold on hold on hold on hold on

Hold

Keep trying

Hold

Kee-eep tryy-yinnn'

Hold

Hold

Hold

Hold

Hold

Love love

All that this love

Love love love

All that this love