I Graduate With Honors Lyrics

I Graduate With Honors Lyrics By Nicki Minaj. I graduate with honors, I ball, ‘Nead O’Connor I did a freestyle, then I got a shout out from Obama Yes, yes, I am ill, I go in for the kill Hoes is my sons, birth control, I am on the pill What I gotta do? What I gotta do to ’em?

I Graduate With Honors Lyrics

I’m the s^^t with no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up
All this b^^ty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime
Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say
“I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly
You ask me why? ‘Cause I’m the s^^t!”
With no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up
All this b^^ty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime
Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say
“I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly
You ask me why? ‘Cause I’m the s^^t!”

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Beat em’ like they stole some, beat em’ like they stole some
All this b^^ty here got ’em dreaming, lemme hold some
Let me, let me hear that boy, let me, let me wear that boy
Let me get the most expensive car, and let me steer that boy
Real big pretty titty, shut down every city
If you want the kid kitty, gotta get the key from me
All new everything, plus pay the rent for me
If we in the wilderness, n^^gas pitch the tent for me
Tent for me, tent for me, get me bodied
Long hair, no makeup, doing pilates
Those n^^gas don’t step on my d^^n Zanottis
All them b^^ches my sons but who’s the Daddy?
I graduate with honors, I ball, ‘Nead O’Connor
I did a freestyle, then I got a shout out from Obama
Yes, yes, I am ill, I go in for the kill
Hoes is my sons, birth control, I am on the pill
What I gotta do? What I gotta do to ’em?
Step up in the club, everybody like who them?
Girls girls, me and my girls
What you done did? I need some referrals
Motherf^^kers know I’m the s^^t, legit
And if a motherf^^ker don’t, he can s^^k my d^^k
I tell ’em, “Everybody else is my opposite!”
I put ’em on the game, give ’em five percent

[Chorus: Ciara]
I’m the s^^t with no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up
All this b^^ty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime
Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say
“I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly
You ask me why? ‘Cause I’m the s^^t!”
With no makeup, don’t have to curl my hair up
All this b^^ty here mine, I’m a dollar worth a dime
Real bosses stand up, ladies throw your hands up and say
“I know I’m cute, I know I’m fly
You ask me why? ‘Cause I’m the s^^t!”

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
I’m like really famous, I got a famous anus
No, not Famous Amos, all this fame is heinous
Lemme, lemme hear that boy, lemme, lemme wear that boy
All this money coming in, but I never share that, boy
No lipstick, no lashes though
But I got a real big ol’ ratchet, though
I said dude, yo dude, you packing dough
He said he want a good box like Pacquiao
I said, “Well, my name Nicki and it’s nice to meet you”
If you really wanna know, I’ll give you my procedure
Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique
And we lookin’ for some ballers, alopecia
I hate wack n^^gas, I should really slap n^^gas
These n^^gas trippin’ when I put ’em on the map n^^gas
How you gon’ break that? How you gon’ fake that?
Ain’t at no wedding but all my girls cake pop
Sleeping on me, no mattress though
I’m a burn the beat down, no matches though
No, they can’t keep up? They molasses slow
I’m the greatest Queens b^^ch, with the cashes flow
Looking, looking at me like it’s my fault
Trying to take sneak pictures with they iPhone
I like independent b^^ches like July 4th
Now that’s what young Harriet died for