“Big Foot Lyrics” is a trail by American rapper Nicki Minaj, known for her bold and charismatic style in the hip-hop construction. Released in 2018 as part of her fourth studio album “Queen”, “Big Foot” rapidly achieved immersion for its memorable beat and fierce lyrics.
The song showcases Minaj’s imprint assured delivery and clever wordplay, as she bend her lyrical prowess over the lively production. In “Big Foot,” Minaj embraces her status as a assertive force in the rap game, declare her superiority and leaving no lack of certainty about her place in the music industry.
While not inevitably one of the most corporately successful tracks from “Queen,” “Big Foot” remains a favorite among Minaj’s fans for its memorable lyrics and spreading energy. It serves as another testament to Minaj’s creativity and lasting impact as one of the most important female rappers of her creation.
Lyrics
Your flow is such a bore
Drinkin’ a bottle of Henny through a straw
Bitch, you better stop that dialogue (28 shit)
‘Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalog (ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha-ha)
Sigh, how you fuck your mother man when she die?
How you go on Gayle King and can’t cry?
Chile, bye, Big Foot, but you still a small fry
Swearin’ on your dead mother when you lie (ayo)
This lil’ beggin’ whore talkin’ ’bout Megan’s Law
For a free beat, you could hit Megan raw (ooh)
If you a ghostwriter, party in Megan jaw (ooh)
Shots thrown, but I still ain’t let Megan score (tell ’em)
Bad bitch, she like six foot (ooh), I call her Big Foot (brr)
The bitch fell off, I said, “Get up on your good foot”
Uh, still ain’t topped “Red Ruby” (No, no, mhm)
Tryna steal the sauce, I said, “Get up out my cookbook” (brr)
But really, I’m a sweetie pie, P-R-T-T-Y, but I’m P-E-T-T-Y (brr)
Um, why did you lie about your lipo?
Fuckin’ your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though
You was lyin’ to the queen, then you went lyin’ to the King, Gayle
The 30-year-old tea so stale
Kylie kicked you out and made you stumble to the car
Barbz, I need a good alcohol bar
Roman, wait, that was the bar
Like a body builder, I keep raisin’ the bar
Fuck you get shot with no scar? (Brr)
This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it
Mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, shit’ll get dark like chocolate
I’m ’bout to get up in your ass, bitch, clench (woo)
Mm, yeah, sorta like French
They got you all them Grammys, but your flow’s still a no
What a fiasco, Lupe, Future made you pay (haha)
She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbin’ on Tory toupée
I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz
She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it
Yo, why the fuck they poke the monster?
Fuckin’ with Nicki this year, ho, I’m comin’ like a pornstar
She just mad that no nigga ever loved her
No nigga gon’ stand ten toes behind her
Is it my fault I got good vagin-er?
Why the fuck is you humpin’ on a minor?
‘Cause she was lyin’ on your dead mama (ooh), on-on your dead mama (ah-ah-ah-ah)
Lyin’ on your dead mama, on-on your dead mama
Lyin’ on your dead mama, lyin’ on your dead mama
Lyin’ on your, lyin’, lyin’, lyin’ on your dead mama (brr, ooh)
Now listen up, Big Foot, you know I got a lotta tea
I went easy on you, umm (glass-fragment-foot-ass bitch)
You know, whenever I meet a woman that would fuck her friend’s man
(And let your friend talk about your ex-friend baby on the internet)
I know that (no, no), they have a very evil spirit
Um (where my prayer warriors at?)
I don’t think you want the next installment of this song
I know it’s the most attention you’ve ever gotten
One-flow ho, but, uh, trust
If you don’t apologize to your mama in 24 hours
Shit gon’ get uglier than KenBarbie, okay? Don’t play
Um, and also, I’d like to say
To my supporters, I love you, may God bless you, you’re amazin’
Um, all the good-pussy gyal dem too, yes
But I’m very serious
Ho, the things that you’ve lied about
Even pertainin’ to your mom, you don’t want them out, okay?
Now since you think it’s funny to speak about people’s families
We’ll all join in, we’ll all play the reindeer games
Soon as your new nose heals, and soon as your
Well, let’s leave that for the second installment, rrr