Song Details: You Ain’t My Son You My Stepson Lyrics sung by Nicki Minaj represents the English Music Ensemble. The name of the song is Did It On’em by Nicki Minaj.
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You Ain’t My Son You My Stepson Lyrics
Bangladesh
S^^ted on ’em
Man, I just s^^ted on ’em
S^^ted on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em
S^^ted on ’em
Man, I just s^^ted on ’em
S^^ted on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em
All these b^^ches is my sons
And I’ma go and get some bibs for ’em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on ’em
If I had a d^^k, I would pull it out and p^^s on ’em (Pss)
Let me s^^ke it off
I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off
And we ain’t making up, I don’t need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam, radiator
(That was a earthquake, b^^ch), s^^ted on ’em
(You felt the ground shake, right?), man, I just s^^ted on ’em
(You b^^ches ain’t f^^king with her), s^^ted on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (You must’ve, ah)
(You must’ve lost your f^^kin’ mind), s^^ted on ’em
(You must’ve bumped your f^^kin’ head), man, I just s^^ted on ’em
(You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking b^^ches), s^^ted on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (Uh, yo, ah)
This stone is flawless, F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad b^^ches beggin’ me to F one
But I’ma eat them rap b^^ches when the chef come
Throw some fresh ones
More talent in my motherf^^kin’ left thumb
She ain’t a Nicki fan, then the b^^ch deaf, dumb
You ain’t my son, you my motherf^^kin’ step-son
(I don’t know what layaway look like), s^^ted on ’em
(B^^ch, I can’t even spell “welfare”), man, I just s^^ted on ’em
(You got me mistaken with your mother, ho), s^^ted on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (You b^^ches at the bottom of the totem pole)
(We at the top, b^^ch, she flopped), s^^ted on ’em
(Louis Vuitton everything, b^^ch), man, I just s^^ted on ’em
(Gucci, we don’t f^^k with it, it’s too cheap, motherf^^ker), s^^ted on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (You b^^ches, ah, man)
All these b^^ches is my sons
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout Phoenix
B^^ch, I get money, so I dos what I pleases
I live where the motherf^^kin’ pools and the trees is
Broke b^^ches so crusty (Disgust me)
Gave the b^^ch a ride, got the Continental dusty
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the duff’-B
Couple wet wipes case a b^^ try to touch me, ew
I’m the t^^minator
B^^ch talk slick, I’ma have to t^^minate her
These little nappy-headed hoes need a p^^minator
You my seed, I’ll spray you with the g^^minator (Sh-sh-sh-sh-sh)
Move back, bugs
Matter fact, you know the queen could use a back rub (Ah)
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used to be here, now you’re gone, Nair
(You nappy-headed son of a b^^ches), s^^ted on ’em
(I’ma start throwing Just for Me perm at your heads), man, I just s^^ted on ’em
(I’ma get the kid version), s^^ted on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (The kid version, ’cause you’re a bunch of kids)
(Bunch of lil’ nappy-headed hoes runnin’ around, yeah), s^^ted on ’em
(Just for Me), man, I just s^^ted on ’em
(You know it, yeah, ho, you know it), s^^ted on ’em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on ’em (Just for Me p^^m in your head when we see you, ow)
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