Itty Bitty Piggy Song Lyrics
The Aphelliates, nigga (pay attention)(Trapaholics)We makin’ it easyUh-huh (Holiday Season)Uh-huh, yo
Ayo, I was on the plane with DwayneYou can call me Whitley I go to HillmanListen, I’m the baddest in the school, the baddest in the gameExcuse me honey, but nobody’s in my laneWhen you was in New York you was fuckin’ the YankeeI was fuckin’ with base, I was pitchin’ to FrankieThese bitches so cranky, get ’em a hankyM-mommy, I’m cold, gimme my blankie
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoaOkay, okay, whoa, whoa Holiday, wait hold on, hold on HolidayYou can’t give it to ’em dry like thatYou gotta get that shit wet first, nigga, like c’mon nowYou gotta prep them for shit like that (I got you)They can’t just get that shit right off the topLike you gotta bring that shit back, bring that shit the fuck back (let’s get ’em)
Holiday Season, ayyI think we got your attention by now, right?(Holiday Season)Nicki Minaj, DJ Holiday (Holiday Season, nigga)Mister EntertainmentShouts out Trapaholics (Trapaholics, bitch)We workin’Uh-huhLet’s go NickiUh-huh, yo (like you ain’t know)
Ayo, I was on the plane with DwayneYou can call me Whitley I go to HillmanListen, I’m the baddest in the school, the baddest in the gameExcuse me honey, but nobody’s in my laneWhen you was in New York you was fuckin’ the YankeeI was fuckin’ with base, I was pitchin’ to FrankieThese bitches so cranky, get ’em a hankyM-mommy, I’m cold, gimme my blankieFlyer than a kite, I get higher than RapunzelKeep the Snow White, I can buy it by the bundleStep ya cookies up, ‘fore they crumbleDon’t be actin’ like the Cardinals and gon’ fumble (fumble)‘Cause I’m a Steeler, fresh up out the dealerAll the dope boys gon’ feel herFlow so sick I need a healerFuck is my MAC concealer?I be out in Queens in the back ofFour whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-whee-wheelers, I’m a big dealThat’s why I get more head than a pigtailPour some ranch, I’m gettin’ the munchiesI think I’ll have a rap bitch for my entree‘Cause they be thinkin’ they can spit, spit-shine my shoesYou know I keep a bad bitch, let me sign your boobsI’m the only thing hoppin’ like a kangarooI mean the only thing poppin’ like a can of brewListen you should buy a sixteen ’cause I write it goodThat 808, woof, woof ’cause I ride it goodAnd bitches can’t find they man ’cause I ride it goodI’m the wolf where is Little Red-a Riding Hood?
Now if you see a itty bitty piggy in the marketGive that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, “Park it”I don’t fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykumI put ’em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake ’emNow if you see a itty bitty piggy in the marketGive that bitch a quarter and the car, tell her, “Park it”I don’t fuck wit pigs like As-salamu alaykumI put ’em in a field, I let Oscar Myer bake ’em (Holiday Season)
WowIt’s like I just single-handedly annihilatedYou know, every rap bitch in the buildingLike, like I’m Nicki Minaj, Nicki Lewinski, Nicki the NinjaNicki the Boss, Nicki The Harajuku BarbieLike, I mean I don’t even know why you girls bother at this pointLike give it up, it’s me, I win, you loseHahahahahaha, oh shitHaha, yo
I’m a bad bitch, I’m a, I’m a bad bitchNow, I’m a bad bitch, I’m a, I’m a bad bitchI’m a bad bitch, I’m a, I’m a bad bitchI’m a bad bitch, I’m a, I’m a bad bitch
HahahahahahaI told you, I told you beforeI told you, y’all was gon’ have to pick my fruit outNow listen, in addition to pickin’ my fruit outI want y’all to start goin’ to the boutiquesYou know I’m sayin’?Get some, get some, get some crazy shit for meI want, I want you know leopard skin and you knowI want, I want all that crazy lizard skin, shitLike, you know make sure youYou can be my personal shopperAyoWooUh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh
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