Nicki Minaj – Did It On'em Lyrics

Did It On'em

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"Did It On'em." - Nicki Minaj

Wednesday, 21 October 2026, 10:51 am

Album: Pink Friday (Complete Edition)

Track No: 03

Bangladesh
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
All these bitches is my sons
And I'ma go and get some bibs for 'em
A couple formulas, little pretty lids on 'em
If I had a dick, I would pull it out and piss on 'em
Let me shake it off
I just signed a couple deals, I might break you off
And we ain't making up, I don't need a mediator
Just let them bums blow steam, radiator
That was a earthquake, bitch
Shitted on 'em
You felt the ground shake, right?
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You bitches ain't fucking with her
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
You must've lost your fuckin' mind
Shitted on 'em
You must've bumped your fuckin' head
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You crazy, stupid, ugly, monkey-looking bitches
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
This stone is flawless, F1
I keep shooters up top in the F1
A lot of bad bitches beggin' me to F one
But I'ma eat them rap bitches when the chef come
Throw some fresh ones
More talent in my motherfuckin' left thumb
She ain't a Nicki fan, then the bitch deaf, dumb
You ain't my son, you my motherfuckin' step-son
I don't know what layaway look like
Shitted on 'em
Bitch, I can't even spell "welfare"
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You got me mistaken with your mother, ho
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
You bitches at the bottom of the totem pole
We at the top, bitch, she flopped
Shitted on 'em
Louis Vuitton everything, bitch
Man, I just shitted on 'em
Gucci, we don't fuck with it, it's too cheap, motherfucker
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
You bitches, ah, man
All these bitches is my sons
And I ain't talkin' 'bout Phoenix
Bitch, I get money, so I dos what I pleases
I live where the motherfuckin' pools and the trees is
Broke bitches so crusty (Disgust me)
Gave the bitch a ride, got the Continental dusty
Trust me, I keep a couple hundred in the duff'-B
Couple wet wipes case a bum try to touch me, ew
I'm the terminator
Bitch talk slick, I'ma have to terminate her
These little nappy-headed hoes need a perminator
You my seed, I'll spray you with the germinator
Move back, bugs
Matter fact, you know the queen could use a back rub
If you could turn back time, Cher
You used to be here, now you're gone, Nair
You nappy-headed son of a bitches
Shitted on 'em
I'ma start throwing Just for Me perm at your heads
Man, I just shitted on 'em
I'ma get the kid version
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em
The kid version, 'cause you're a bunch of kids
Bunch of lil' nappy-headed hoes runnin' around, yeah
Shitted on 'em
Just for Me
Man, I just shitted on 'em
You know it, yeah, ho, you know it
Just for Me perm in your head when we see you, ow
Shitted on 'em
Put your number twos in the air if you did it on 'em

Writer(s): Shondrae Crawford, Justin Ellington, Onika Maraj & Safaree Samuels.

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