Artist: Nicki Minaj
Album:  Queen
Song:   Ganja Burn
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Nicki Minaj]
Aiyyo, as the world turns the blunt burns
"Who you gettin at, Nicki?" Watch them cunts learn
Fashion icon, Audrey Hepburn
I move ki's/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 a +Sizzle+, I ain't talkin Kalonji
I done fasted and prayed, had to cleanse my body
Abstainin 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

[Chorus: Nicki Minaj]
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, hey (mm)
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn, hey
Every time I get high, I just think about you
Every time I get high, I just think about you
Every time I get high, I just think about you
Every time I get high, I just think about you
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (yeah)
Ganja burn, ganja burn, ganja burn (ooooh)

[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, you can't wear a Nicki wig and then be Nicki
That's like a fat nigga thinkin he can be Biggie
One +Ruff Ryde+, 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 {*echoes*}

[Chorus]

[Interlude]
I see ya, I see you
I see ya, I see you...

[Outro]
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
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)