Big Foot Lyrics – Nicki Minaj

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
(B¡tch, you been doing it, been at it)
Your flow is such a bore
Drinking a bottle of Henny through a straw
B¡tch, you better stop that dialogue (28 ѕh¡t)
'Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalogue
(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha)
Sigh
How you fμcκ your mother man when she die?
How you go on Gayle King and can't cry?
Chile, bye
Big foot, but you still a small fry
Swearing on your dead mother when you lie

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Ay!
This little begging ωhοrє talking 'bout Megan's law
For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw (Uh)
If you a ghost writer, party in Megan jaw (Uh)
Shots thrown but I still ain't let Megan score (Tell 'em, uh)
Bad b¡tch she like six foot (Uh), I call her, "Big Foot" (Brrr)
The b¡tch fell off, I said, "Get up on your good foot" (Ah, ah)
Uh, she ain't still topped Red Ruby (No, no, no, uh-huh)
Tryna steal the sauce, I said "Get up out my cook book" (Brrr)
But really I'm a sweetie pie
P-R-T-T-Y but I'm P-E-T-T-Y (Brrr)
Um, why did you lie about your lypo? (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Fμcκ¡ng your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though (Uh, uh, uh)
You was lying to the Queen and you went lying to the King, Gayle
That thirty-year-old tea, so stale
Kylie, kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar
Roman, wait, that was the bar
Like a body builder, I keep raising the bar
Fμcκ you get shot with no scar? (Brrr)
This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it (Ah-ha)
Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm-mm
ѕh¡t'll get dark like chocolate
I'm 'bout to get up in your αѕѕ, b¡tch, clench (Woo)
Mm, yeah, sort of like French
They got you all them Grammy's but your flow's still a no
What a Fiasco, Lupe
Future made you pay (Ha-ha)
She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbing on Tory toupe
I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it
And, why the fμcκ they poke the Monsta?
Fμcκ¡ng with Nicki, this yeah, hο, I'm coming like a ροrn star
She just mad that no n¡ɡɡα ever loved her
No n¡ɡɡα gon' stan ten toes behind her
Is it my fault I got good vagin-er?
Why the fμcκ is you humping on a minor?
'Cause she was lying on your dead mama (Uh)
On, on your dead mama (Ah-ha-ha-ha)
Lying on your dead mama (Uh)
On, on your dead mama (Okay)
Lying on your dead mama (Uh)
On, on your dead mama
Lyin', lyin', lyin', lying on your dead mama

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Now, listen up, Big Foot
You know I got a lot of tea, I went easy on you
(Glass fragment foot αѕѕ, b¡tch)
You, know, whenever I meet a woman that would fμcκ her friend's man (And let your friend talk about your ex-friends baby on the internet, no, no)
I know that they have a very evil spirit (Where my prayer warriors at?)
Uh, I don't think you want the next installment of this song
I know it's the most attention you've ever gotten
One flow hοє, but, uh, trust
If you don't apologize to your mama in twenty four hours
ѕh¡t gon' get uglier than Ken Barbie, okay? Don't play
Um, and also, I'd like to say to my supporters
I love you, may God bless you, you're amazing
Um, all the good ρμѕѕy gyal dem too, yes
But, I'm very serious
Hο, the things that you've lied about
Even pertaining to your mom
You don't want them out, okay?
Now, since you think it's funny to speak about people's families
We'll all join in
We'll all play the reindeer games
Soon as your new nose heals
And soon as your—
Well, let's leave that for the second installment, brrr