Nicki minaj - Five-o

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Where my straight jacket at I'm a psycho (no)
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow (oh)
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo (oh)
There 'em lights go, we don't talk to five-o (oh)

We don't t-t-talk, talk to five-o (no)
There 'em lights go, we don't talk to five-o (oh)
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo (oh)
There 'em lights go we don't talk to five-o (oh)

Mister officer, mister officer
I'm sorry I don't wanna take a walk with you
Matter fact, I ain't tryin to talk to ya
We ain't got no business, so fuck we talkin' for
And ain't no need to bring me in for no interrogation
'Cause about that boy who just got shot, I gots no information
These broke-ass snitch niggas still gram shavin'
At the precinct writin' statements on which shell house is the station
Not I, tattle tellin' is for homos (damn)
Besides, that's the number one Young Money no-no
Police, we don't chat with 'em, we ain't got no rap for 'em
You in the cop car pointin' niggas out from the back of 'em
Back seat informer, your pappy shoulda warned ya (there he go)
You even tell po'-po' I'm black and you is a fuckin' goner
Yeah you get high, but I get higher, manana
I just might go to the halfway house and ask your supervisor

Where my straight jacket at I'm a psycho (no)
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow (no)
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo (no)
There 'em lights go, we don't talk to five-o (no)


We don't t-t-talk, talk to five-o (no)
There 'em lights go, we don't talk to five-o (oh)
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo (oh)
There 'em lights go we don't talk to five-o (oh)

Yo, four, three, two
Cocka doodle do
I was out in Africa, Shaka Zulu Crew
Ho-ho-ho, red stockin's to
Comin' down the chimney, your chopped and screwed
It's me bitches, F you snitches, give me da heebie jeebie
So excuse my twitches (excuse me)
Let me get dat brewskie, niggas know 'em bitches can't do it like a dooskie
I just pull up, chuck da deuce in sum blue denim
And I jus heard he runnin' with da lutenin
I'm da mistress, I be in da district of Columbia
Yes aha, Washington
Better ask around, cause I'm what's Poppin ton
I'm who they think about, playin' with they pee-pee
Gotta count sheep B, cause I'm never sleepy
Guess I'm the chief, you can find me in my TP Bitches!

Where my straight jacket at I'm a psycho (no)
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow (oh)
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo (oh)
There 'em lights go, we don't talk to five-o (oh)

We don't t-t-talk, talk to five-o (no)
There 'em lights go, we don't talk to five-o (oh)
If it's not young money, it's a typo (oh)
There 'em lights go we don't talk to five-o (oh)

Young Money psycho, straight jacket on me
Break a nigga jaw if he turn to informant
I bring it to your door step, loose lips sink ships nigga
So I'ma bring you to the bottom of the ocean, ah, chuch
I hear you preachin' like a fuckin' reverend
Should've killed you in the first place, no second guessin'
Could've killed 'em with the first and the second weapon
Dj Unk 'em with the hand, I two-step and deck 'em
Then I grab the chopper, blue flame Houston wreck 'em
Kick a snitch head through a goal like David Beckham
Make way, respect 'em
I could AK attack 'em
You lookin' at a gangster in his essence
Now bitch bow down when a gangster in your presence
Cause I'm God's gift like a present
For one don't try me I could give you two lessons
You peasants get murdered if you do test 'em
Gudda-Gudda bitch

Where my straight jacket at I'm a psycho (no)
Where that white blow, why they copy my flow (oh)
If it's not Young Money, it's a typo (oh)
There 'em lights go, we don't talk to five-o (oh)

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