Crazy hair-do's, heads have burst into flames.
Ri-Ri-peat that song so I can catch that colour,
Loud as Hell, and that's no phrase, it is what I say.
Starting to see the world animated as of late,
No more, re-laxes, she just "blue" it up,
Then she re-lapses, three laps, quit!
And now she wants to run with the pinks.
Minaj the colours into some new shade,
I swear when these girls are grandmas they'll have weaves for toupees.
Touche touche, what not to say?
You weave Up for us but when you wake you're down a scale.
truestory
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