Nicki Minaj releases Megan Thee Stallion diss track Big Foot and hits low: ‘Why did you lie about your lipo?’

[Intro]Your flow is such a bore / Drinkin’ a bottle of Henny through a straw 

B*tch, you better stop that dialogue / ‘Fore I hit Carl and buy your catalogue

How you f**k your mother man when she die? / How you go on Gayle King and can’t cry? / Child, bye 

Big foot, but you still a small fry / Swearin’ on your dead mother when you lie

[Verse] 

This little beggin’ w***e talkin’ ’bout Megan’s law / For a free beat, you can hit Megan raw / If you a ghost writer, party in Megan jaw / Shots thrown but I still ain’t let Megan score 

Bad b*tch she like six foot / I call her, “Big Foot” / The b*tch fell off, I said, “Get up on your good foot”

Uh, she ain’t still topped Red Ruby / Tryna steal the sauce, I said “Get up out my cookbook” 

But really I’m a sweetie pie / P-R-T-T-Y but I’m P-E-T-T-Y

Um, why did you lie about your lipo? /  F**kin’ your best friend man is crazy, you the type, though

You was lyin’ to the Queen and you went lyin’ to the King, Gayle / That thirty-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 / F**k you get shot with no scar? 

This little piggy toxic, somebody adopt it / Sh*t’ll get dark like chocolate 

I’m ’bout to get up in your *ss, b*tch, clench / Mm, yeah, sort of like French 

They got you all them Grammys but your flow’s still a no / What a Fiasco, Lupe 

Future made you pay /She wanna party with DaBaby while rubbin’ on Tory toupe 

I guess she needed money bags for them Trey Songz / She G-Eazy, Carl made her crawl for it

And, why the f**k they poke the Monsta? F**kin’ with Nicki, this year, ho, I’m comin’ like a porn star

She just mad that no n***a ever loved her / No n***a gon’ stan ten toes behind her

Is it my fault I got good vagin-er? / Why the f**k is you humpin’ on a minor? 

‘Cause she was lyin’ on your dead mama / On, on your dead mama / Lyin’ on your dead mama / Lyin’ on your dead mama / On, on your dead mama / Lyin’, lyin’, lyin’, lyin’ on your dead mama

[Outro] 

Now, listen up, Big Foot. You know I got a lot of tea, I went easy on you (Glass fragment foot *ss, bitch) 

I know it’s the most attention you’ve ever gotten, one flow h*, but, uh, trust 

Um, and also, I’d like to say to my supporters: I love you, may God bless you, you’re amazing

Um, all the good p**sy gyal dem too, yes. But, I’m very serious. H*, the things that you’ve lied about, even pertaining to your mom… You don’t want them out, okay? 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

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