Did It On’em - Nicki Minaj

Shitted on 'em

Man, I just shitted on 'em

Shitted on 'em

Put your number 2's in the air

If you did it on 'em

Shitted on 'em

Man, I just shitted on 'em

Shitted on 'em

Put your number 2's in the air

If you did it on 'em

All these bitches is my sons

And I’m a 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 &piss on 'em

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 those bombs blow steam, radiator

That was an earthquake bitch

Shitted on 'em

You got the ground shaking

Man, I just shitted on 'em

You bitches ain’t fucking with her

Shitted on 'em

Put your number 2's in the air

If you did it on 'em

You must have lost your fucking mind

Shitted on 'em

You must have bumped your fucking head

Man, I just shitted on 'em

Shitted on 'em

Put your number 2's in the air

If you did it on 'em

This stone is flawless, F 1

I keep shooters up top in the F 1

A lot of bad bitches begging me to F 1

But I’m a eat them rat bitches when the chef come

Those were fresh ones

More talent in my mother fucking left thumb

She ain’t a Nicki fan then the bitch def dumb

You ain’t my son, you my mother fucking step son

I don’t know what layaway look like

Shitted on 'em

Bitch, I can’t even spell welfare

Man, I just shitted on 'em

You got me mistaken with your mother, hoe

Shitted on 'em

Put your number 2's in the air

If you did it on 'em

We at the top bitch

Shitted on 'em

Man, I just shitted on 'em

Shitted on 'em

Put your number 2's in the air

If you did it on 'em

All these bitches is my sons

And I ain’t talking 'bout Phoenix

Bitch I get money so I dos what I pleases

I live where the mo’fucking pools &the trees is Broke bitches so crusty, disgusting

Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the gufbeat

Couple wet wipes in case a bum try to touch me

I’m the terminator

Bitch talk slick, I’m a have to terminate her

These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator

You my seed, I spray you with a germinator

Move back bug, matter fact

You know the queen could us a back rub

If you could turn back time, share

Used to be here, now you’re gone

Shitted on 'em

Man, I just shitted on 'em

Shitted on 'em

Put your number 2's in the air

If you did it on 'em

Shitted on 'em

Man, I just shitted on 'em

Shitted on 'em

Put your number 2's in the air

If you did it on 'em