That Boy Is a Real P Pleaser Lyrics

That Boy Is a Real P Pleaser Lyrics By Nicki Minaj. That boy is a real p—y pleaser All that fetty but he never met Masika Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica Young girls always lookin’ for a soulmate.

That Boy Is a Real P Pleaser Lyrics

Mike Will Made It N__ga
Sremm Life
Black Barbies in the city
Fat a^s and pretty ti^^ies
Get dummies for they money
You sent flowers but I wish I didn’t receive ’em
All your lies I wish I didn’t believe ’em

That boy is a real p—y pleaser
All that fetty but he never met Masika
Tuck the chrome 22 in his sneaker
El Chapo but he crazy like La Quica
Young girls always lookin’ for a soulmate
But I shoulda listened to what momma told me
Furry moon boots, shades Dita
Too high to give a sh^t about PETA

Sativa so strong I’m not blinkin’
What in the world was I thinkin’?
New day, new money to be made
New things for them to imitate
I’m a f—-n’ black barbie
Pretty face, perfect body
Pink seats in the ‘Rari
Always f–k him like I’m sorry
Who the f–k is gon’ protect her?
If I really gotta check her
Peter Piper picked a pepper
And my cake is triple decker

No Flex Zone, No Flex Zone
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no) No Flex Zone

I see these silly N__gas flexin’, it’s a no zone
You gon’ be floatin’ in dem rivers like you know Joan
Island girl, Donald Trump want me go home
Still pull up with my wrist lookin’ like a snowcone
She said she got a hit record, I said “Oooh sh-t!”
Picked up my phone cause I had to call “Bullsh-t!”
These B____s havin’ nightmares of my new sh-t
These B____s p—y and they don’t ever do sh-t
Hahaha, get it? Do^che it-…hahahahahahaha
Half a mili on the Maybach Pullman, bought it
Now I’m prayin’ all my foreigns don’t get deported
N__gas love me so much they be sendin’ me gifts
And these clown N__gas actin’, I’mma send ’em some skits
B____s can’t rap for sh-t, I’mma send ’em some tips
All these B____s is my sons, should be s^ckin’ my t^ts

(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

Now usually I don’t do this, I’m Popeye, she’s Brutus
Usually I’m a Christian but this peace is Buddhist
All of my N__gas draw but none of them Cartoonists
Usually I’m the baddest, usually I’m the cutest
Usually I’m the flyest, usually you’re the stewardess
And we ain’t playin’ ball but usually its some shooters
Are these B____s drunk? These B____s ain’t lucid
Go against the queen your career will be elusive
Where your plaques? Where them stocks? Word to NASDAQ
B____s a^s-back, they was never in my tax-brack
(Yeah, oh no, no, no, no, yeah, oh no, no, no, no)

That girl is a real crowd pleaser
Small world, all her friends know of me
Young bull living like an old geezer
Quick release the cash, watch it fall slowly
Frat girls still tryna get even
Haters mad for whatever reason
Smoke in the air, binge drinking
They lose it when the DJ drops the needle

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