Nicki Minaj — Ganja Burn

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Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns

(Who you gettin’ at, Nicki?)

Watch them cunts learn

Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn

I move keys, but you hoes get one turn

Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn

I straighten all these bitches out with one perm

Who ever gassed ’em ain’t none of my concern

But, see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm

 

They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie

But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body

And that go for anybody, you’ll be thoroughly sorry

I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi

All my powers back now I’m scary to zombies

Bring the heat to her, sizzle ’em, ain’t talking Kalonji

I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body

Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body

I ain’t givin’, so don’t ask, I don’t lend my body

Gotta be king status to give men my body

(He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)

Fuck, yeah, ’cause a Queen is what I embody, uh

 

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)

Everytime I get high, I just think about you

Everytime I get high, I just think about you

Everytime I get high, I just think about you

Everytime I get high, I just think about you

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)

 

Yo, you can’t wear a Nicki wig and then be Nicki

That’s like a fat nigga thinkin’ he can be Biggie

One rough ride, now you DMX and Swizzy

One hot video, you Hype? Nah, you just giddy

You made one dope beat, now you Kanye?

You got a nigga named JAY, now you ‘Yoncé?

You got about three stacks, now you André?

You put a part in your fade, yeah you Nas, bae

 

You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that

If it’s really your passion, would you give the world for that?

Unlike a lot of these hoes whether wack or lit

At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit

 

Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfectin’ my craft

Still every team’s number one pick in the draft

You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day

I’m Kobe, KD, Kyrie! Pick a K

 

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)

Everytime I get high, I just think about you

Everytime I get high, I just think about you

Everytime I get high, I just think about you

Everytime I get high, I just think about you

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)

Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)

 

I see ya, I see you

I see ya, I see you

To my surprise I saw you in my eyes

The nights I cried, repented of the lies

To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (ooh)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (ooh)

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na

Ooh, burn, baby (na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)