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Lyrics to Go Hard by Nicki Minaj
[Nicki Minaj - Chorus]
If you could you would get rid of me,
F-ck you gone do when a b-tch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to me)
You should already figure I'ma go hard.
If you was as real as me you would never
Let another girl sit in yo throne.
I done put the choke hold on now
They screamin, "Nicki leave me alone!"
I am, I'm Still the one to beat.
Ain't in a rush from these streets
I am the streets. I am gettin it in until the end
I gotta go, GO, go, gooo, GO HARD!
[Nicki Minaj - Verse 1]
Carter called, lemme get the car key,
you don't want it with the Harajuku Barbie
Keep a marquis, everything sparkly (man man down! )
hit em on a walkie-talkie.
Hit em, hit em knock-knock, tell em let me in.
my name ring bells bitch buzz me in
And I only stop for pedestrians, or real real bad lesbian.
Hit em wit the Mac, hit em wit the Tec 9,
hit em wit the Ruger by the intersec's sign.
hit em wit a Tommy so my ****as call me Pammy
and I always the jammy in the trunk or in the lambi
Put my whole burrough on my back and I'm gooda,
I don't wanna hear what you would, what you coulda
I represent all the girls that stood up,
used to drink water wit a little bit of sugar.
Now I'm in the gym with my squats and my sit-ups,
doin the scissor-leg on the mat wit my foot up.
Young black pin-up, all of my bitches did up,
now I'm tellin LA Reid to step his bid up.
And I'm tellin President Carter he picked a winner,
b-tches like Nelly and Kelly got a dilemma
These birds all fly south in the winter,
f-ck I look like chompin on a chicken dinner?
You can hate me, but why knock my hustle;
I'ma be a queen no matter how they shuffle
Skirts with the ruffle, Louis on the duffle.
I'm a bad bitch no muzzle. (no muzzle).
Bitches is softer than Al Dente,
cut from a different kente.
tell em I'm the ninja,
Weezy is my sensei.
so I call him Splinter,
faster than a sprinter, gimme my chopsticks
I'll have the rap bitches for dinner.
This is for my gentlemen in button-ups and khakis
This is for my n-gga 7-up in Catsaki
This is for my n-ggas wheelying them Kawasaki's
Shout out to the back east saltfish ackee's
kisses is to my fans, unless I'm feeling kinda cocky
Winter Wonderland is on my hand, it's kinda rocky
I am Nicki, Minaj or Lewinski.
Pumps on the clutch, right hand on the six-speed
Write my own raps I gotta go, I gotta get me (gotta get me.)