Nicki Minaj — Dead Wrong

[Verse 1] You be yellin' boom-boom when you really pum-pum See, my flow hotter than noon in June, June If Biggie was alive, he'd sign me I'm the New Edition, like Bobby and Ronnie Just give me the beat and a bottle of Dasani And I don't need Clyde, I'm a boss; fuck a Bonnie, ya dig? Religious like the preachers, I came to warn you Listen bitches, I'm the teacher, go sit in the corner How many times I gotta spit 'til they know that I'm the bitch? I'm flyer than a maggot, I'm on some shit First they love you, then they switch Yeah, they switch like faggots That is why I keep the llamas in Gabanna's fabrics (I'm the shit) Should be in Pampers, like Markie Biz's Give anybody the business, like her's and his'es Cause my flow tighter than them virgin bitches You know them asalamalakum, them Persian bitches? And if you miss me, I'm swervin' sixes Goddamn, ain't even pregnant, but I'm birthin' bitches Cause I got flavor, like that girl Deelishis Stop actin' like you a killer, with all them girly disses, bitches I ain't Johnny, but my, my, my-y-y She want it with me, tell her affi bloodclaat try-y-y You ain't thorough, I'm the truth, you a li-i-ie My whole borough yellin' out boom, bye by-y-ye Cause when I seen her, she was shakin' in her boots (Word?) When Nicki came through, she was throwin' up the deuce Slapped her, then I asked her what's my name, she said N-I-C The President of the NYC, you dead wrong