Nicki Minaj - Big Foot

Your flare's such a bar
Drinkin' a bottle of Henny through a straw
Bitch, you better stop the dialogue
'Fore I hit call and buy your catalogue (Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)
Sigh
How you fuck your mother man when she die?
How you go on Gayle King and can't cry?
Chile, bye
Big foot, but you still a small fry
Swearin' on your dead mother when you lie

Ayo
This little beggin' whore talkin' 'bout Megan's law
For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw (Uh)
If you a ghost writer, Pardi in Megan jaw (Uh)
Shots thrown but I sttill ain't let Megan score (Tell 'em , uh)
Bad bitch she like six foot (Uh), I call her, "Big Foot" (Brrr)
The bitch fell off, I said, "Get up on your good foot"
Uh, she ain't still topped off Red Ruby (No; Uh-huh)
Tryna steal the sauce, I said "Get up out my cook book" (Brrr)
But really I'm a sweetie pie
P-R-T-T-Y but I'm P-E-T-T-Y
Um, why did you lie about your lypo? (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fuckin' your best firend man is crazy, you the type, though (Uh, uh)
You was lyin' to the Queen then you went lyin' to the King
Gale, that thirty-year-old tea, so stale
Kylie, kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar
Roman, wait, that was the bar
Like a body builder, I keep raisin' the bar
Fuck you get shot with no scar? (Brrr)
This little piggy toxic, someone adopt it (Ah-ha)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
Shit'll get dark like chocolate
I'm 'bout to get up in your ass, bitch, clench (Woo)
Mm, yeah, sort of like French
They got you all them Grammy's bot your flow's still a no