Nicki Minaj - Silly Lyrics

Holiday Season, ayy
Holiday Season

(Trap-a-holics) uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Listen, okay na-na-na (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Now, I'm a dime, you a nickel-ette, light skinned-ed pigment
Write my own shit, y'all copyrighting infringement
I eat these rap bitches, somebody get me a dinner mint
Pussy make him tattoo my name up on his ligament (kyuh, kyuh)
F*ck wrong with them? My nerves they keep tweakin' (Holiday Season, nigga)
Tell 'em I'm the chief, I'm runnin' with Mohicans
Tell 'em this is church and tell 'em I am the decan
Tell 'em that I'm Black, Chinese, and butter pecan
Pull up in the Range, I'm givin' them more reasons (more-more reasons)
Hit up Lil Wayne, while I'm in the Four Seasons (the Four Seasons)
Tell Gudda, Mack, and Kidd Kidd I'm here
I'm colder than a cough, I'm wetter than swim gear
Got all this lil' bitches g-gettin' p-pink hair
I'm pretty and I'm fly, I'm up in the pink Lear (uh)
I needed an assistant, I got me a pink queer (uh-huh)
Decorated his office with flowers and pink chairs (chairs, chairs)

Listen, Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinksy, the mistress
Where the f*ck is the president? Young Money