Keith Thomas - I'm Legit lyrics

[Hook: Ciara] x2 I'm the sh** 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 the sh**!” [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] Beat em' like they stole some, beat em' like they stole some All this booty here got 'em dreaming, 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 wilderness, n***as pitch the tent for me Tent for me, tent for me, get me bodied Long hair, no makeup, doing pilates Those n***as don't step on my damn Zanottis All them b**hes my sons but who's the Daddy? I graduate with honors, I ball, 'Nead O'Connor I did a freestyle, then I got a shout out from Obama Yes, yes, I am ill I go in for the k** 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 Motherf**ers know I'm the sh**, legit And if a motherf**er don't he can s** 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 an*s No, not Famous Amos, all this fame is heinous Lemme, lemme hear that boy, lemme, lemme wear that boy All this money coming in, but I never share that, boy No lipstick, no lashes though But I got a real big ol' ratchet, though I said dude, yo dude, you packing dough He said he want a good box like Pacquiao 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, alopecia I hate wack n***as, I should really slap n***as These n***as trippin' when I put 'em on the map n***as How you gon' break fly? How you gon' fake die? Ain't at no wedding but all my girls cake, ha! Sleeping on me, no mattress though I'm a burn the beat down, no matches though No they can't keep up? They mola**es slow I'm the greatest Queens b**h, with the cashes flow Looking at me like it's my fault Trying to take sneak pictures with they iPhone I like independent b**hes like July 4th Now that's what young Harriet died for [Hook: Ciara] x2