Ganja Burn

Nicki Minaj

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    Ayo, as the world turns, the blunt burns
    (Where you gettin' at, Nicki?)
    Watch them cunts learn
    Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
    I move keys, but you hoes get one turn
    Yeah, you get one turn, and one urn
    I straighten all these bitches out with one perm
    Whoever gassed 'em ain't none of my concern
    But see, the Lord showed me dreams to confirm
    They done went to witch doctors to bury the Barbie
    But I double back, kill bitches, bury the body
    And that go for anybody, you'll be thoroughly sorry
    I could wage war or I come in peace like Gandhi
    All my powers back now, I'm scary to zombies
    Bring the heat to her, sizzle 'em, ain't talking Kalonji
    I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
    Abstaining from sex, had to zen my body
    I ain't givin', so don't ask, I don't lend my body
    Gotta be king status to give men my body
    (He gotta be king status to get in ya body?)
    Fuck yeah, 'cause a Queen is what I embody, uh

    Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
    Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
    Everytime I get high, I just think about you
    Everytime I get high, I just think about you
    Everytime I get high, I just think about you
    Everytime I get high, I just think about you
    Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
    Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (ooh)

    Yo, you can't wear Nicki wig and then be Nicki
    That's like a fat nigga thinkin' he can be Biggie
    One rough ride, now you DMX and Swizzy?
    One hot video, you Hype? Nah, you just giddy
    You made one dope beat, now you Kanye?
    You got a nigga named Jay, now you 'Yoncé?
    You got about three stacks, now you André?
    You put a part in your fade, yeah, you Nas, bae
    You gotta have real skill, gotta work for that
    If it's really your passion, would you give the world for that?
    Unlike a lot of these hoes, whether wack or lit
    At least I can say I wrote every rap I spit
    Put my blood, sweat and tears in perfectin' my craft
    Still every team's number one pick in the draft
    You could bring anybody, weatherman, pick a day
    I’m Kobe, KD, Kyrie, pick a K

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    Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
    Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
    Everytime I get high, I just think about you
    Everytime I get high, I just think about you
    Everytime I get high, I just think about you
    Everytime I get high, I just think about you
    Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
    Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (ooh)

    See ya, see you
    See ya, see you

    To my surprise I saw you in my eyes
    The nights I cried, repented of the lies
    To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    To my, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    Oh, na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na (Ooh)
    Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
    Ooh, burn, baby (Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na)

    Song details

    Composition: Nicki Minaj, Jairus Lemuel Jada-Mozee, and Freaky J

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