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conversations.value: Write me a song called Only with the following description: On “Only,” the third single from The Pinkprint album, Nicki Minaj plays with her dominance over her male Young Money labelmates and asserts her sexual and rap prowess. Producers Dr. Luke and Cirkut provided the stripped-down beat, and duo R. City helped write the track.
  “Only” marks the first time the Young Money figureheads all collaborated on a studio album track (not including the compilation album track “BedRock”) and also the first collaboration between Drake and Chris Brown since their altercation in 2012. Chris recorded an unofficial verse for the track during a radio freestyle a week after its official release. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
  Yo, I never fucked Wayne, I never fucked Drake
  On my life, man, fuck's sake
  If I did, I'd ménage with 'em
  And let 'em eat my ass like a cupcake
  My man full, he just ate
  I don't duck nobody but tape
  Yeah, that was a setup
  For a punchline on duct tape
  Wo-wo-wo-worried 'bout if my butt fake
  Wo-worried 'bout y'all niggas, us straight
  Th-These girls are my sons
  Jo-Jon & Kate Plus Eight
  When I walk in, zip up straight
  I don't give a fuck if I was late
  Dinner with my man on a G5
  Is my idea of a update
  Hut-hut one, hut-hut two
  Big titties, big butt too
  Fu-Fuck with them real niggas
  Who don't tell niggas what they up to
  Had to show bitches where the top is
  Ri-Ring finger where the rock is
  The-These hoes couldn't test me
  Even if their name was Pop Quiz
  Bad bitches who I fuck with
  Ma-Ma-Mad bitches we don't fuck with
  I don't fuck with them chickens
  Unless they last name is Cutlet
  Let it soak in
  Like seasoning
  And tell them bitches blow me
  Lance Stephenson [Chorus: Chris Brown & 
  Drake
  ]
  Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
  Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
  Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
  Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
  Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only
  Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
  Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
  I got my real niggas here by my side (
  Yeah
  ), only
  [Verse 2: Drake]
  I never fucked Nicki 'cause she got a man
  But when that's over, then I'm first in line
  And the other day in her Maybach
  I thought, "Goddamn, this is the perfect time"
  We had just come from that video
  You know, L.A. traffic, how the city slow
  She was sittin' down on that big butt
  But I was still starin' at the titties though
  Yeah, low-key or maybe high-key
  I been peeped that you like me, you know?
  Who the fuck you really wanna be with besides me?
  I mean, it doesn't take much for us to do this shit quietly
  I mean, she say I'm obsessed with thick women and I agree
  Yeah, that's right, I like my girls BBW
  Yeah, type that wanna suck you dry and then eat some lunch with you
  Yeah, so thick that everybody else in the room is so uncomfortable
  Ass on Houston, Texas, but the face look just like Clair Huxtable
  Oh! Yeah, you the man in the city when the mayor fuck with you
  The NBA players fuck with you
  The bad-ass bitches doin' makeup and hair fuck with you, oh
  That's 'cause I believe in somethin', I stand for it
  And Nicki, if you ever tryna fuck
  Just give me the heads-up, so I can plan for it [Chorus: Chris Brown & 
  Drake
  ]
  Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
   
  (
  Pinkprint, ayy
  )
  Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
  Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
  Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
  Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only
  Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
  Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
  I got my real niggas here by my side, only
  [Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
  I never fucked Nick' and that's fucked up
  If I did fuck, she'd be fucked up
  Whoever is hittin' ain't hittin' it right
  'Cause she act like she need dick in her life
  That's another story, I'm no story-teller
  I piss greatness, like goldish yellow
  All my goons so overzealous
  I'm from Hollygrove, the holy Mecca
  Calendar say I got money for days
  I squirm and I shake, but I'm stuck in my ways
  My girlfriend will beat a bitch up if she wave
  They bet' not fuck with her surfboard, surfboard
  My eyes are so bright, I take cover for shade
  Don't have my money? Take mothers instead
  You got the hiccups, you swallowed the truth
  Then I make you burp, boy, treat beef like sirloin
  I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns
  So think about your son and daughter rooms
  Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller guns
  Ain't thinkin' 'bout your son and daughter rooms
  This shit is crazy, my nigga
  I mean brazy, my nigga
  That money talk, I just rephrase it, my nigga
  Blood gang, take the "B" off behavior, my nigga
  For reals, if you mouth off, I blow your face off
  I mean "pop-pop-pop," then I take off
  Nigga, now you see me, nigga, now you don't
  Like Jamie Foxx actin' like Ray Charles
  Sixteen in a clip, one in the chamber
  17 Ward bully with seventeen bullets
  My story is how I went from "poor me"
  To "please pour me a drink and celebrate with me" [Chorus: Chris Brown & 
  Lil Wayne
  ]
  Raise every bottle and cup in the sky
  Sparks in the air like the Fourth of July
  Nothin' but bad bitches in here tonight
  Oh, if you lame and you know it, be quiet
  Young Mula, baby!
  Nothin' but real niggas only, bad bitches only
  Rich niggas only, independent bitches only
  Boss niggas only, thick bitches only
  I got my real niggas here by my side, only