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Nicki Minaj - Yikes Remix Lyrics

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Don't ever fuckin’ play with me
Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I’m the fucking queen
You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (Grrr)
Pooh, you a fool for this one
Drop the strings on 'em

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo)
I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks)
Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow)
All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh)
This a Makk truck, not a black truck (Woo)
When we move, tell ‘em, "Back up," click click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)
Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bitе
Grip it right, he be like (Woo)
Yikеs, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)
Get your life, you bitches ain’t livin’ right (Woo)
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo)
Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah
I don’t play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah

[Verse 3: DaBaby]
Close to my enemies (Let's go)
I need better energy (Huh?)
When I told you fuck you, you thought I was playin', huh?
(Yeah, yeah) But I meant the shit literally
She want to vibe but I told her fuck that (Nope)
She looking at me like she surprised
They’re packin' the post and I'm home alone
When the box hit the door, they go for 35
I try to put on for my partners, they turn into enemies right before a nigga eye
You reach for a shake, I'ma hold out a fist
Giving a nigga a quarter pound without the fries
I just went double platinum with no features
Just to show a nigga I don't really need him
Pass a man a plate and he can make it shake
It's guaranteed he'll fold and bite the hand that feed him
And I know you think that I ain't see it
And I know you bitch ain't got a car
Don't make me go and buy a bitch a lil' Prius
Fuck on the camera, we can call it even
Friends are like the autumn, every year they leavin'
And I'ma rake 'em in a pile, throw 'em in a bag
Tie them bitches up and leave 'em
'Cause most of these niggas are deceiving
And I (Ooh)
[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life)
Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (Woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Bag talk
But ain't got no mouth when money bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr)
Quiet, ain't no back talk