Don't ever f*ckin' play with me
Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the f*cking queen
You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (grrr)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Got the strings on 'em
Woke up, the price of coke up
I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up
Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (tow)
All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut
This a Mack truck, not a black truck
When we move, tell 'em, "Back up," click click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right
Yeah (sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh (woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah
Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah
I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get f*cked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (woo)
That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the f*ck it do?
Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (sheesh)
I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (ooh)
Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
Bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk (grrr)
Quiet, ain't no back talk
Yikes Video (MV)
• "Yikes" is a song by American rapper Nicki Minaj. It was released as a promotional single on February 7, 2020.
• The snippet received criticism for lyrics including the late activist Rosa Parks, to which Minaj responded that "she had no clue anyone was mad" and does not care.
• Complex magazine's Jessica McKinney listed the song among the best new music of the week, saying it's nice to see "Nicki's still got it", while calling "Yikes" a "cocky record that appears to target the 'clowns' on social media".
• "Yikes" debuted at number 23 on the US Billboard Hot 100, marking Minaj's record-extending 108th entry. It also debuted at the summit of the Digital Songs component chart with 20,000 digital downloads sold within its first week of availability, while garnering 15.5 million streams. "Yikes" also debuted at number 6 on the Rolling Stone Top 100.
-Wikipedia-
Performed By:
Nicki Minaj• The snippet received criticism for lyrics including the late activist Rosa Parks, to which Minaj responded that "she had no clue anyone was mad" and does not care.
• Complex magazine's Jessica McKinney listed the song among the best new music of the week, saying it's nice to see "Nicki's still got it", while calling "Yikes" a "cocky record that appears to target the 'clowns' on social media".
• "Yikes" debuted at number 23 on the US Billboard Hot 100, marking Minaj's record-extending 108th entry. It also debuted at the summit of the Digital Songs component chart with 20,000 digital downloads sold within its first week of availability, while garnering 15.5 million streams. "Yikes" also debuted at number 6 on the Rolling Stone Top 100.
-Wikipedia-
Genre(s): Rap
Length: 2:36
Written by: Bobby Barrett, Darryl Clemons, Derrick Milano, Onika Tanya Maraj, Taji Auser
Produced by: Pooh Beatz
Released: February 7th, 2020
Year: 2020
Nicki Minaj - Yikes Lyrics
Official
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
We currently do not have these lyrics.
If you would like to submit them, please use the form below.
Don't ever f*ckin' play with me
Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the f*cking queen
You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (grrr)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Got the strings on 'em
Woke up, the price of coke up
I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up
Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (tow)
All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut
This a Mack truck, not a black truck
When we move, tell 'em, "Back up," click click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right
Yeah (sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh (woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah
Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah
I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get f*cked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (woo)
That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the f*ck it do?
Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (sheesh)
I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (ooh)
Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
Bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk (grrr)
Quiet, ain't no back talk
Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the f*cking queen
You ho bitches know, you dirty bum bitches know (grrr)
(Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Got the strings on 'em
Woke up, the price of coke up
I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up
Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (tow)
All that talkin' out your neck, might just get your throat cut
This a Mack truck, not a black truck
When we move, tell 'em, "Back up," click click, clack, duck
Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up
All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right
Yeah (sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (sheesh)
You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah
Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah
You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah
Uh (woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah
Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, "I think you fine," yeah
I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah
'Bout to get f*cked up on margarita with two limes, yeah
Ooh, I've been the same, ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (woo)
That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the f*ck it do?
Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (sheesh)
I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe
Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (woo, life)
Yikes (yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes
Yikes (yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite
Grip it right, he be like (woo)
Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (light, light, woo)
Yikes, outta town on consistent flights
Yikes, work hard, this a different white (white)
Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (ooh)
Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money
Bag talk, hmm
It's quiet, ain't no back talk (grrr)
Quiet, ain't no back talk
Writer: Bobby Barrett, Darryl Clemons, Derrick Milano, Onika Tanya Maraj, Taji Auser
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.