Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Nicki Minaj Drops "Only" Featuring Drake, Lil Wayne And Chris Brown (AUDIO And Lyrics)

Nicki Minaj has debuted her brand new track "Only," featuring Lil Wayne, Drake and Chris Brown. 






"Only" is the third single from her highly-anticipated album "The Pink Print", which is set to be released in December.

In the low-key song, Minaj, 31, makes it clear that she has not had sex with her any of her collaborators.

The explicit song was produced by Dr. Luke, Cirkut, and J Mike.


Check out the song below… 




Check out the lyrics below...


(Verse 1: Nicki Minaj)
Yo, I never f****d Wayne, I never f****d Drake
On my life, man, f*ck's sake
If I did I menage with 'em and let 'em eat my a** like a cupcake
My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody but tape
Yeah, that was a set up for a punchline on duct tape
Worry 'bout if my butt's fake
Worry 'bout yall n****s, us straight
These girls are my sons, John and Kate plus eight


When I walk in, sit up straight, I don't give a f**k if I was late
Dinner with my man on a G5 is my idea of an update
Hut one, hut two, big bitties, big butt too
F**k with them real n****s who don't tell n****s what they up to


Had to show b*****s where the top is, ring finger where the rock is
These hoes couldn't test me even if their name was pop quiz
Bad b*****s who I f**k with, mad b*****s we don't f**k with
I don't f**k with them chickens unless they last name is cutlet
Let it soak in like seasonin'
And tell 'em, tell 'em blow me, Lance Stephenson


(Hook: Chris Brown)
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
Nothing but bad b*****s in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet


Nothing but real n****s only, bad b*****s only
Rich n****s only, independent b*****s only
Boss n****s only, thick b*****s only
I got my real n****s here by my side, only

(Verse 2: Drake)


I never f****d Nicki cause she got a man
But when that's over then I'm first in line
And the other day in her Maybach
I thought god damn, this is the perfect time
We had just come from that video


You know la traffic, how the city slow
She was sitting down on that big butt
But I was still standing at her titties though
Yeah, lowkey it may be high key
I been peeped that you like me, you know


Who the f**k you really wanna be with besides me?
I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this s**t quietly
I mean she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
Yeah, that's right, I like my girls bbw, yeah
Type to wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
Yeah, so thick that everyone else in the room is so uncomfortable
A** on Houston Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable


Oh, yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor f**k with you
The nba players f**k with you
The bad a** b*****s doing makeup and hair f**k with you
Oh, that's cause I believe in something, I stand for it
And Nicki if you ever tryna f**k
Just give me the heads up so I can plan for it



(Hook: Chris Brown)


Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
Nothing but bad b*****s in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n****s only, bad b*****s only
Rich n****s only, independent b*****s only
Boss n****s only, thick b*****s only
I got my real n****s here by my side, only

(Verse 3: Lil' Wayne)


I never f****d Nicki and that's f****d up
If I did f**k she'd be f****d up
Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
Cause she actin' like she need d**k in her life
That's another story, I'm no story teller
I piss greatness like gold is yellow


All my goons so overzealous
I'm from Holly Groove, the holy Mecca
Calender say I got money for days
I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
My girlfriend will beat a b***h up if she wave
Baby and I f****d with her surfboard, surfboard


My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
Don't have my money? I take mothers instead
You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
Then I make you burp, boy, beef eat like sirloin
I'm talkin' bout runnin' in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got too much s**t with me, man, thought they got smaller guns


Ain't thinkin' bout your son and daughter rooms
This is just crazy my n***a, I mean brazy, my n***a
That money talk, I just rephrase it, my n***a
Blood gang take the B out behavior, my n***a
F*****g for reals if you mouth off I blow your face off


I mean pop-pop-pop then I take off
Now you see me, now you don't
Like Jamie Foxx acting like Ray Charles
16 in a clip, one in the chamber
17 ward bully with 17 bullets
My story is how I went from poor me
To police pour me a drink and celebrate with me


(Hook: Chris Brown)
Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
Sparks in the air like the fourth of July
Nothing but bad b*****s in here tonight
Oh, if you lame and you know it be quiet
Nothing but real n****s only, bad b*****s only
Rich n****s only, independent b*****s only
Boss n****s only, thick b*****s only
I got my real n****s here by my side, only


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