High School (Karaoke Instrumental Version|In the Style of Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne|伴奏)-Karaoke All Hits

High School (In the Style of Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne) (Karaoke Instrumental Version) - Karaoke All Hits (卡拉OK流行歌曲合集) He said he came from Jamaica, he owned a couple acres A couple fake visas ’cause he never got his papers Gave up on love f**king with them heart breakers But he was getting money with the movers and the shakers He was mixed with a couple things, bald like a couple rings Bricks in the condo and grams to sing-sing Left arm, baby mother tatted 5-year bid up North when they ratted Anyway I felt him, helped him Put him on lock, seat-belt him Took him out to Belgium, welcome B**ches this pretty, that’s seldom This box better than the box he was held in I’m Momma Dee in that order I call him Daddy like daughters He like it when I get drunk, but I like it when he be sober That’s top of the toppa, I never f**k with beginners I let him play with my p**sy then lick it off of his fingers I’m in the zone They holler at me, but it’s you You, this ain’t high school Me and my crew, we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want Whip it whenever you want Baby it’s yours anywhere, everywhere Baby it’s your world, ain’t it? (alright) Baby it’s your world, ain’t it? Uh, she got a ni**a at home and one on the side Best friend is a dyke, they f**ked around a few times Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight I tell her: “make me some money”, She tell me: “make me a wife” I tell that b**ch: “you crazy, f**k wrong with you?” And excuse my French, but I’m a long kisser And then she try to tell me I’m the only one that’s hitting And I say: “what about them *s?” She say: “what about them *s?” You right, what you doing tonight? Put on something tight, don’t judge me, I’d get life She love me like a brother, but f**k me like a husband P**sy like a oven, too hot to put my tongue in All I had to do is rub it, the genie out the bottle P**sy so wet, I’mma need goggles She tell me that’s it’s mine I tell her: “stop lying, mine and who else?” She say worry about yourself Lil Tune They holler at me, but it’s you You, this ain’t high school Me and my crew, we can slide through Give it to you whenever you want Whip it whenever you want Baby it’s yours anywhere, everywhere Baby it’s your world, ain’t it? Baby it’s your world, ain’t it? I know you want it boy, I see you tryin’ Just keep on pushing, I’mma let you slide in Just close your eyes and, this horizon It’s ready, come get you some Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah