Текст песни Nicki Minaj - Sir (feat. Future)

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Intro: Future] Damn, damn, damn right Huh? Pluto! Yeah I can see it All this green, sir Rollin' weed, sir Big ol' racks, sir Zaytoven Metro Boomin want some more, nigga [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Yo, headline tours, sir, with a band, sir I ain't pressed, sir, over a band, sir Get her a ticket, sir, she's a fan, sir Can't keep her man off my Instagram, sir New slaves, but I'm still the master I'm whippin' foreigns to make 'em go faster Miss Aretha, I think I just passed her Icy Patek, tell 'em, "Kiss my ass, sir" Pretty gang, sir, pretty gangster Said she was better than me, what a prankster He said, "You bad, Nicki," I said, "Thanks, sir" Stay in some fresh prints, Ashley Banks, sir Call me A.I., sir, I'm The Answer I'm in the playoffs, sir, I advance, sir These niggas broke, they ain't got no plans, sir I call 'em Sway, they ain't got the answer Ass shots, sir, with no chaser Pretty titties all up in his face, sir They double tap, sir, it's a fact, sir All the comments sayin', "It's a snack," sir New bae, I'm his dirty dancer I said I wouldn't, but I took a chance, sir Ride him like a sled, Dasher, Prancer I bust it open for him out in Cannes, sir If I don't ball, sir, I'll have a drought, sir Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir Yeah, NickiHndrxx (Brrr) [Chorus: Future] On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir Splurgin' cash, sir, blowin' cash, sir Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir 'Scuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir [Verse 2: Future] Automatic, sir, my bitch the baddest, sir (Bitch bad) I'm livin' lavish, sir, fuck all the static, sir (Fuck all the static) Out on bond service, servin' dope, sir (Sir) Where I'm from, sir, they'll serve your mom, sir (Serve your mom, sir) Cocaina dealin', jackboy, sir (Jackboy) Stars in the ceilin', sir, dope in the attic, sir (Sir, dope) Tarzan, sir, I drive fast, sir (Drive fast, sir) Jeff Gordon sir, NASCAR, sir (Pew!) Pluto my first name, Cash last name, sir (Yeah, sir) He wanna body, sir, you tryna get some stains, sir [Chorus: Future] On the gas, sir, on the gas, sir Splurgin' cash, sir, blowin' cash, sir Fuckin' hoes, sir, fuckin' hoes, sir Ridin' foreigns, sir, ridin' foreigns, sir Dirty Fanta, sir, dirty Fanta, sir Hot Atlanta, sir, Hot Atlanta, sir Outro: Future & Nicki Minaj] Cockin' hammers, sir, cockin' hammers, sir If I don't ball, sir, I'll have a drought, sir Them bum bitches ain't allowed, sir (Excuse my manners, sir, excuse my manners, sir)

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