roger that lyrics – nicki minaj

“roger that”

i’m in the collard green 6, cornbread in the guts.
got the halloween kicks trick or treating the clutch.
come on n*gg*, is you tricking or what?
flow tighter than a d*ck in the b*tt.
just hopped off the plane, came back from vancouv’
little white tee, some b**bs and bamboo.
white girls tell me, “hey, nicki, your camp rules.
is that why you get more head than shampoos?”
asalaamalaik*m, no oink for me.
and i never let a d-boy boink for free.
’cause it’s barbie b*tch, you can join the wave.
i done penny, nickel, dimed, i done coined the phrase.
you couldn’t beat me there if you had a leer.
indian-style court side with a cavalier
vip roseau’s you can have a beer.
’cause honey when you getting money you don’t have a care.

now roger that, rroger that. roger that, rroger that.
roger that, roger that…roger.

young black rico’s.
kill for the c notes.
but me though,
i jack son b*tch t*to
she wanna play games,
but this is not bingo.
monopoly i’m past “go”
gon’ ahead and deep-throat.
4-chick foursomes,
skin colors mocha.
sally and sonia put the p*ss*es on my totem.
watt stroke ’em,
strike it like bowling.
now open like you yawnin’.
it’s 6 in the morning.
sleeping on me probably in a coffin.
i’m hotter than the end of f*ckin’ august,
i’m awesome.
i’m awesome. repeat it to your grandma and uncles, my mothers
tyga’s no dad but i’m the motherf*cker.
my f*ckers,
this the last supper.
look, no hands,
i’m a bread cuffer.
i don’t dare lover,
i’m a dare devil
i don’t fear nothin’.
young money!

now roger that. roger that. roger that. roger that. f*ck around and never get roger back.

(i’m goin’ in!)
fresh off the jet, sharper than gillette.
the blunt still wet, so p*ss it like brat.
we sip side a mug, we call it upset.
smoke more than 4 quarters, we call it sudden debt.
i’m a beast.
you a pet.
ak long neck.
keith sweat.
weezy, motherf*cker.
capo in this b*tch with me.
money talks and have a convo in this b*tch with me.
i’m mountain high colorado in this b*tch with me.
flow crazy. 730, you just 650.
20 bullets from the chopper take the roof off.
laughing to the bank,
i’m a goof ball.
it’s ym.
and we at yo neck like a violin.
it’s our world.
we make it spin.
and y’all the prey. amen.
now roger that. roger that. where roger at? i heard rog’ a rat.
f*ck around and never get roger back.

/ nicki minaj lyrics