I ain’t your Barbie, no plastic dream,

Pink champagne, ripped jeans, supreme.

I flip the script like it’s a habit,

Laughin’ all the way to the summit.

Yeah, I’m blonde, but I ain’t dumb,

I got brains and a loaded gun—

Words sharp like a diamond cut,

Try me once, you won’t strut.

So clap for the queen in the spotlight,

Wrong girl if you want a catfight.

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Beauty And A Beat (Album Version) – Justin Bieber (賈斯汀·比伯)/Nicki Minaj (妮琪·米娜)

Lyrics by：Max Martin/Anton Zaslavski/Savan Kotecha/Onika Maraj

Composed by：Max Martin/Anton Zaslavski/Savan Kotecha/Onika Maraj

Yeah yeha yeah eyah eyah

Young money money money

Nicki Minaj Justin

妮琪米娜 賈斯汀

Show you off tonight I wanna show you off aye-aye-aye

盡情地炫耀 今夜我要對你盡情炫耀

What you got a billion could’ve never bought aye-aye-aye

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Anaconda, anaconda, slither in the jungle gloss;

I’m the pink venom, drip it till the bass go boss.

Bubble like a cauldron, booty poppin’ propane;

He chase that apple bottom, Adam say my whole name.

Coconuts clappin’, tsunami in the back;

Swallow up your ego, burp it in a snap.

Ten-foot anaconda, squeeze the game airtight;

Nicki leave ‘em hypnotized—cobra pink, goodnight.

Worlds Collide – 英雄聯(lián)盟 (League of Legends)/Nicki Taylor

Do we fight to hold our heads up high

是否只為昂首挺胸 我們便不懈奮戰(zhàn)？

And beat the drum to what we love

是否只為心中所愛敲響戰(zhàn)鼓？

Risk the fall oh we have felt it all

不顧一切 即便我們一無所有

Come crashing down from far above

我們跌得頭破血流

Stars arising countless worlds colliding

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Hall pass in my lashes, I’m the queen of the quad

Chrome pink locker, combination God

Bubblegum drip down the side of my jaw

Skipping every class but I still pass the bar

Cheer captain wrath in a heart-shaped skirt

Detention’s a throne where the bad bitches flirt

I sign the yearbook with a lipstick seal—

Nicki was here, now the whole world kneel

Make a baby, make it crazy

Drip so sweet like Minaj’s daisy

Boom-boom bass in my belly ring

He say “Nicki, can you handle me?”

I’m Barbie-bred, he Ken-doll flex

Pink Ferrari car-seat sex

Push, push, push like Billboard charts

Conceive a hit while the beat departs

Ultrasound flashin’ platinum plaques

We makin’ stars, no time for relax

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Wobble up, wobble up—

bad lil’ thing, make the whole room follow us.

Chris paint the floor, Nicki sting like a scorpion,

G slide through, drip so glorious.

Booty talk in Morse, clap back like a chorus—

drop it so low, need a visa to the core of us.

No photos, we too reckless,

private jet sex, mile-high check list.

Wobble that, baby, bounce it like a debt,

make it tsunami—now flood every breath.

Dear Lonely Hearts – Nat King Cole (納·京·高爾)

Dear lonely hearts

男士們，我說

I’m a writing to you

最近公路上有人在追趕你

You said you could help

我知道事實

People looking for love

但是你沒有煩到我

I’ve been so lonely

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Krippy Kush, remix flame, Farruko roll it, fog the game

Nicki in the back, pink yacht, cannons bang

Bad Bunny bunny-hop, trap lunar, slang

21 Savage, creep silent, blood on the fang

Gas so loud, bajo boca, habla cash

Booty bounce, bidi bum, fire ash

Medallo a Miami, cuero y diamante splash

Lo’ lobo’ no ladran, solo hacen splash

Yeah, we go up, no sky limit, Barbie and the Foreign, beamers stay tinted

Patek flooded like the Atlantic, Queens to the jungle, traffic stay frantic

He said “Top?” I said “Spin it,” 400 on the dash, I’m a business-woman in it

Big booms in the trunk, Fivio go dumb, pop smoke in the sky, we lift up, we won’t come down

Heels on the pedal, crown stay heavy, moon in the rear, that’s a ghost, I’m ready

We go up, up, up—no pause, no cup runnin’ over, just sauce, just us.