The Boys Songtext

Nicki Minaj

von Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded

The Boys Songtext
Nicki :

Pu-pu--pu-punch line queen, no boxer though
Might Pull up in Porshe no boxster though
Tell a hater '' Yo don't you got cocks to blow ? ''
Tell them Kangourou Nick, I'll box a hoe.


And she said I got 5 in a possible
Don't go against Nicki, Impossible
I done came through with my wrist on
Popsicle Man these hoes couldn't ball with a Tosticle Ooooooh !


Cassie :

Your lips----stick stain Smells like a cheap hotel
Go-go-go-go-go Got diamond watches and a gold chain
Can't make my friends turn around.

The boys always spending
All their money on love
The boys always spending
All their money on love

Nicki :

They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, Clone it, own it
Yeah-Yeah !
Dial it, Dial it paper, chase it get that money
Yeah-Yeah !

Cassie :

You get high love a bunch a girl
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you ... have tell me a lie
I hope I .... don't lose it tonight

Nicki :

Ba-ba-ba-Bald head p*ssy got lots of juice
Lop-sided on the curb I block the coupes
Watch the deuce !
Man I'm stingy with my cuttie cat daddy
Did you ever really love me steebie ?

Grrrr .... Pull up in the Grrr ...
Wrist on Grrr ...
P*ssy on Grrr - Grrr ...

I don't even brake, when I'm backing up I'll swear on a n*gga if he acting up
I done pushed more sixes then a play date
Get money by the billions, fuck a day rate Ooooooh !

Cassie :

Your bossed up sw-aaaag
Got them drooling like a new born babe
The Dollars in they eyes
Got them blinded by a Mas-que-ra-ra-rade

The boys always spending
All their money on love
The boys always spending
All their money on love

Nicki :

They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, feel it, Clone it, own it
Yeah-Yeah !
Dial it, Dial it paper, chase it get that money
Yeah-Yeah !

Cassie :

You get high love a bunch a girl
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you ... have tell me a lie
I hope I .... don't lose it tonight

Nicki :

I-I-I-I put all you bitches on to them good lace "France"
Girls is my sons
Carried them for 8 months and yes you're Pre-mature
Young Money to the Core
I might give you a ticket so you can come see the tour ( Hoe-hoe-hoe-hoe ...)
On that's your new girl ... ?
That's that Mid Grade

Buck 50 on your Face with the switch blade
Or the Razor !
Y-Yeah the Razor !
She my son yeah !
But ain't Raise her
Goose my hater
I get that loose leaf Paper
Them Vanecks be studded out

T-rex be gutted out
Told Nicki be chilling them
I'mma keep hurting they feelings
Because you'll never be ''Jordan''
You couldn't even be Pippen !
You couldn't even be tripping !

You can't afford a vacation
I'm out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty !
You a lil dusty possum
I just come through with the six like my name was Blossom

Cassie :

You get high love a bunch a girl
And then cry on top of the world
I hope you ... have tell me a lie
I hope I .... don't lose it tonight
(X2)

The boys always spending
All their money on love
The boys always spending
All their money on love

The boys always spending
All their money on love

Pretty Games, Young Money

The boys always spending
All their money on love

Cassie .....

(Merci à Pierre-Yves pour cettes paroles)
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