High School Lyrics Essay

Submitted By CharlotteBrownPi
Words: 483
Pages: 2

He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, f***ing with them heart breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things
Ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo
And grams to Sing Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up north when they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm Momma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa
I never f**k with beginners

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
They holler at me but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Whip it whenever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Uh, she got a nigga at home and one on the side
Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times
Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her: “make me some money”, she tell me: “make me a wife”
I tell that bitch: “you crazy, fuck wrong with you?”
And excuse my French, but I’m a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I’m the only one that’s hitting
And I say: “what about them niggas?”
She say: “what about them niggas?”

You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight, don’t judge me, I’d get life
She love me like…