מילים לשיר I'm legit – Nicki Minaj & Ciara

(Hook: Ciara) (x2) I'm the shit with no makeup Don't have to curl my hair up All this booty here, mine I'm a dollar worth a dime Real bosses stand up Ladies throw your hands up and say “I know I'm cute I know I'm fly. You ask me why? Cause I'm legit!” (Verse 1: Nicki Minaj) Treat em' like they stole some Beat em' like they stole some All this booty here got 'em dreamin' Lemme hold some Let me, let me Hear that boy Let me, let me Wear that boy Let me get the most expensive car, and let me steer that boy Real big pretty-titty, shut down every city If you want the kid kitty, gotta get the key from me All new everything, plus pay the rent for me If we in the wheel, then its niggas pitchin' tent for me Tent for me, tent for me Get me bodied, long hair no make-up doing palatis Most niggas don't step on my damn Zanottis All them bitches my sons but who's the Daddy? I graduate with honors I ball, 'Nead O'Connor I did a freestyle, then I got a shoutout from Oba-mer Yes, yes, I am ill I go in for the kill Hoes is my sons Birth control, I am on the pill What I gotta do? What I gotta do to 'em? Step up in the club, everybody like who them? Girls girls, me and my girls What you done did? I need some referrals Motherfuckers know I'm the shit, legit And if a motherfucker don't he can suck my dick I tell em', "Everybody else is my opposite!" I put 'em on the game, give 'em five percent (Hook: Ciara) (x2) (Verse 2: Nicki Minaj) I'm like really famous I got a famous anus No, not famous Amos All this fame is heinous Lemme, lemme Hear that boy Lemme, lemme Wear that boy All this money comin' in But I never share that boy No lipstick, No lashes though But I got a real big ol' ratchet do' I said dude, yo dude, you packin' do' He said he want a good box like Pacquaio I said, "Well, my name Nicki and it's nice to meet you." If you really wanna know, I'll give you my procedure Got a whole bunch of pretty gang in my clique And we lookin' for some ballers, Alopeshia I hate wack niggas I should really slap niggas These niggas trippin' when I put 'em on the map niggas How you gon' break fly? How you gon' fake die? Ain't at no wedding but all my girl's cake, ha Sleepin on me, no mattress tho I'm a burn the beat down, no matches though No they can't keep up? They molasses slow I'm the greatest Queens bitch, with the cashes flow Lookin' at me like it's my fault Tryna take sneak pictures with they iPhone I like independent bitches like July 4th Now that's what young Harriet died for (Hook: Ciara) (x2).