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Nicki Minaj - Run Up Afrosmash Remix Lyrics

[Verse 1: Yung L]
Say she the fire dancer, hot girl from Africa
Whine and bust me speaker, girl, you de give me ginger
Yung L n Skales O, Major Lazer, Diplo
Fire down, girl, let go, bring the fire with you, oh no
Control, make that booty bounce, girl, go low
Show me what you got, girl, for sho
Make all the men there want more
Say make dem tell all the girls make dem come to the center and balance here for me o
Cause me and my men dem ready to ball we are ready to spend money o

[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you

[Verse 2: Skales]
Me ah give plenty, plenty love, oh
'Til you can not get enough, oh
Girl I gbadun your style
Girl, come close, don't be shy
Me ah give plenty, plenty love, oh
'Til you can not get enough, oh
Girl, I want make you mine
Girl, no wasting time
Skales, Chopstix, Yung L, Major Lazer
Everything smooth, everything sharp like razor
Yeah, this rude girl, me ah want to please her
When she walk, Rihanna, can't replace her
Ever since I see you on my radar
How you talk dirty, stuff of my prayers
Come into my life, you're my life saver
When I set my eye upon ya, I swear
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Major keys, I'm the boss
Don't Griselda go off?
Left from the loft and went to Bergdorf
Most of these dudes is really quite soft
45 special, this is my cloth
'Bout to drop a album, this is my fourth
I don't put sugar in my spaghetti sauce
Drop a freestyle and get these hoes perched
Fire burn the obea man church
Pretty girls, when my girls get right
'Cause it's another day, let ya light shine bright
Ain't none of them in your lane
True mi have di game pon lock, dem wah code
Just link wit some hot gyal out ah road
True mi have di waist small, pretty, bus whine
Rolex nah deh pon uno dutty gyal time?
Yo, I told 'em pull up on me faster than Danica
That's on the low I'm tryna blow him like harmonicas
He call me queen, he know "Nicki" is the moniker
He want a mix between Hillary and Monica
I switch it up, I switch it up
Rip the beat, then I, I stitch it up
Travel, then I bounce, I ball-Sinead, Sir
Barbie a link up Major Lazer
[Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you
I'ma run up on you, I'ma run up on you