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Nicki Minaj - Arctic Tundra Feat Juice Wrld Lyrics

Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear
When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair
Haha, Max Lord, preach it (Haha)
(Gezin)
I fuck the blunt up, haha, yeah
I'm on marijuana (Marijuana)
My lean plug said he'll be here in a second (Pull up)
I'm gettin' high, I'm feelin' restless (I'm sad)
Feel like I'm finna die (RIP)

I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold like a arctic tundra
The 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like yeah
She ride it, like yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah

This Young Money ENT, fuck that negative Nancy
I'm still ballin', I'm still ballin', NBA on TNT
Came through drippin', D&G, always duckin' TMZ
Flow still need that EMT
Tell her get at me and see
I'm the type of talk, but bitches is a kindly shocker
I get it before they cop it, always been that type of shopper
And I never tell a lie
I just put one in the sky
I just popped me a transformer, gettin' money till we die
Till we die, we gon' be fly
Made a milli' in Shanghai
I don't need job applications for that pressure I apply
That is why they gotta lie, that is just how they get by
But my flow still gon' be wavy and your flow still gon' be dry
I done fucked the world up in ten short years
Had teachers like Weezy F and been all ears
Blue studs that's VVS, then get more peers
They been prayin' on my downfall, still need more prayers, I'ma

Fuck the bag up and fuck your daddy
I'ma stay up like I've popped three Addys
Girl with the blonde hair, they call me Barbie
And let's get faded and have a party, yeah
If you got that bum, put your hands in the air
Bad bitches run the world, let me make it clear
When I leave Juice WRLD, I'm back to pink hair
Catch me somewhere fuckin' a blunt up and fuckin' on your momma

Fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold like a arctic tundra
The 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like yeah
She ride it, like yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah

I'm high as hell, mind everywhere
Still mind over matter, pockets gettin' fatter, elevate like a ladder
Thirty in that 40 make you percolate like a dancer
I'm colder than the North Pole, Blitzen and Prancer
She say she from the strip pole, she a dirty dancer
Her ex-nigga too low, she don't got no standards
He ain't right
You don't live a better life
Run it up like Jerry Rice
I don't gotta say it twice
This is real life
Your nigga is Fisher-Price
Now you read minds
You was thinkin' 'bout how I'm that nigga, right?

I fuck the blunt up, then fuck your momma (Uh-huh)
My VVS cold like a arctic tundra
The 40 on me, woah, you don't want no problems
And you best proceed with some caution, yeah
This song for the girl with the blonde hair
Suck me up good, give me Becky, like yeah
She ride it, like yeah, in a Versace chair
Her boyfriend heated like a grill, no Hibachi, yeah

Yeah, said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair
Fatty on the Max like some Nike Air
Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare
Lookin' this good shouldn't even be fair
Said he want the pretty girl with the blonde hair
Fatty on the Max like some Nike Air
Fuck his last girl 'cause I am her nightmare
Lookin' this good shouldn't even be—

Fuck the girls that just hate on baddies
Shout the bad bitches that act all bratty
Nothin' but all this designer on me
All of my niggas throwin' up gang signs for me