«Truffle Butter» de Nicki Minaj feat. Drake, Lil Wayne: Letra (Lyrics) y Vídeo

La guapísima Nicki Minaj por fin ha presentado nuevos temazos después del éxito conseguido con Anaconda, un tema más viral por el vídeo que por la música.

La trinitense sigue dando guerra y de qué manera ya que hace unos días presentó tres temas a la vez en su perfil de Vevo en youTube: Feeling Mysel, The Night Is Still Young y Truffle Butter, Mantequilla de Trufa, solo con el título ya tenemos muchas ganas de poder ver el vídeoclip pues promete no dejar a nadie indiferente como ya hizo con Anaconda.

Este single podremos escucharlo en las radio de todo el mundo desde el 3 de Marzo pero desde el momento en que se filtró ha empezado a escalar posiciones en las listas de éxitos y de ventas de todo el planeta y no nos extraña porque tiene un ritmo urbano muy pegadizo.

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Lyrics en Inglés

Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I must have a quarter million on me right now
Hard to make a song ‘bout somethin’ other than the money
Two things I’m ‘bout to talk blunt staying blunted
Pretty women, are you here?
Are you here right now? Huh
We should all disappear right now
Look, your gettin’ all your friends and your gettin’ in the car
And you’re comin’ to the house, are we clear right now, huh
You see the fleet of all the new things
Cop cars with the loose change
All white like I move things, niggas see me rollin’ and their mood change
Like a motherfucker
New floor, I got a dozen of ‘em
I don’t trust you, you are undercover
I could probably make some steps ?
Talkin’ filets with the truffle butter
Fresh sheets and towels, man she gotta love it
Yeah, they all get what they desire from it
What, tell them niggas we ain’t hidin’ from it

Yo, thinkin’ out loud
I must have about a milli on me right now
And I ain’t talkin’ about that Lil Wayne record
I’m still the highest dealin’ female rapper, for the record
Man, this a 65 million single sold
I ain’t gotta compete with a single soul
I’m good with the ballpoint game, finger roll
Ask me how to do it, I don’t tell a single soul
Pretty women, wassup? Is you here right now?
You a stand up or is you in your chair, right now?
Do you hear me? I can’t let a wet nigga, get near me
I might kiss the baddest bitch, if you dare me
I ain’t never need a man, to take care of me
Yo, I’m in that big boy, bitches can’t rent this
I floss everyday, but I ain’t a dentist
Your whole style and approach, I invented
And I ain’t takin’ that back, cause I meant it

Uh, thinkin’ out loud
I could be broke and keep a million dollar smile
LOL to the bank checkin’ my account
Bank teller flirtin’ after checkin’ my account
Pretty ladies, are you here?
Truffle butter on your pussy
Cuddle buddies on the low
You ain’t gotta tell your friend that I eat it in the morning
Cause she gonna say «I know»
Can I hit it in the bathroom?
Put your hands on the toilet
I’ll put my leg on the tub
Girl, this my new dance move
I just don’t know what to call it
But bitch you dancing with the stars
I ain’t nothin’ like your last dude
What’s his name? Not important
I bought some cocaine, you can snort it
She became a vacuum, put it on my dick like carpet
Suck the white off like chocolate
I’m so heartless, thoughtless, lawless and flawless
Smallest regardless, largest in charge and born in New Orleans
Get killed for Jordans
Skateboard, I’m gnarly
Drake, Tunech and Barbie
You know

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