[Intro: T-Streets]
Yeah, next up, we got the best rapstress alive, Nicki Minaj

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I'm in that cotton-pickin' Bent, put massa on the guts
White on white whips, Kunta Kinte on the clutch
You at the bottom of the pole, totem
Like Lamar Odom, I ball, scrotum
Flyer than a cricket so they call me Nicki Jiminy
And it's going down like Santa in the chim-i-ney
You don't ball, break your baby back ribs
You need more assist than the handicapped kids, oh, shit

[Transition: T-Streets]
And now, the beautiful Miss Shanell

[Verse 2: Shanell]
Young Money we’re rockstars
So fuck with your Magnum on
And hold on, we go long
You feel that, we get that
We in that, we run that, we bust back
We hit them and we see them comin' back for more
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