Текст песни Nicki Minaj - Did It On 'Em

[Hook]
Shitted on 'em, man I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em, put yo' number two's in the air
If you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em, man I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em, put your number two's in the air
If you did it on 'em

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
All these b*tches 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 dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake 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

[Hook (ad-libs)]
(That was a earthquake, b*tch!)
(You felt the ground shake, right?)
(You b*tches ain't f*cking with her!)
(You must of -- Aaaah!)
(You must've lost your f*cking mind!)
(You must've bumped your f*cking head!)
(You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking b*tches!)

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
This stone is flawless F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad b*tches beggin' me to eff one
But I'ma eat them rap b*tches when the chef come
Throw some fresh one's
More talent in my mu'f*ckin left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan then the b*tch def dumb
You ain't my son you my muthaf*ckin step-son

[Hook (ad-libs)]
(I don't know what layaway look like!)
(B*tch, I can't even spell welfare!)
(You got me mistaken with your mother, hoe!)
(You b*tches at the bottom of the totem pole!)
(We at the top b*tch - G5)
(Louis Vuitton everything, b*tch!)
(Gucci - we don't f*ck with it, it's too cheap, motherf*cker!)
(You b*tches - ahhhh man!)

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
All these b*tches is my sons
And I ain't talking 'bout Phoenix
B*tch I get money so I do's what I pleases
I live where the muthaf*ckin pools and the trees is
Broke b*tches so crusty (disgust me)
Gave the b*tch a ride got the Continental dusty
Trust me I keep a couple hundred in the duff' b
Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me (Ew)
I'm the terminator b*tch talk slick I'ma have to terminate her
These little nappy headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed I spray you with the germinator
Move back bugs matter fact you know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time - Cher
You used the be here but now you gone - Nair

[Hook (ad-libs)]
(You nappy-headed son of a b*tches!)
(I'ma start throwing Just for Me Perm at your heads!)
(I'ma get the kid version!)
(The kid one, cause you're a bunch of kids )
(Bunch of nappy-headed hoes running around)
(Just for me)
(You know it, yeah hoe, you know
Just for Me Perm, in your head, when we see you!)
(Owww!)