Nicki Minaj – FOUR DOOR AVENTADOR [prod. by Parker Ighile] | Lyrics Included

Check out the Parker Ighile produced offering; titled “Four Door Aventador,” and having a strong Hip-Hop feel, this is a tune off Nicki Minaj‘s “The Pinkprint,” with the hook written and performed by Asabe Ighile, Parker Ighile‘s sister.

“Namedropping Shia LaBeouf as evidence of your Hollywood star power is strange to say the least. Nonetheless, the best track yet, and one that’ll have Lil’ Kim seething: ever since Nicki emerged, Kim’s accusations that the younger woman has copied her have come thick and fast – and not always accurately, given how fundamentally different the 2 rappers’ personae are. ‘Four Door Aventador‘ is the most Kim-like track Nicki has ever put her name to, from the sour snap of her tone to the Mafia imagery to the bumping, humming, low-key beat reminiscent of Kim’s 2003 deep cut ‘Tha Beehive.’ It’s possibly instructive to compare ‘The Pinkprint‘ to that song’s parent album, ‘La Bella Mafia‘: both surprisingly subdued follow-ups to zany, technicolour Hip-Pop 2nd albums [making Roman Reloaded the parallel of The Notorious K.I.M.], both released in the wake of long-term relationships crumbling [Kim famously split with her Junior M.A.F.I.A crew after 7 years in 2001]. Let’s hope that, like ‘La Bella Mafia,’ ‘The Pinkprint‘ has saved it’s best for it’s 2nd half.”

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LYRICS

Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor

Verse 1
Hit me on the celly, watching Belly
God, son, I can see they study MaKaveli
Peanut butter Benz, got the jelly at the deli
If you feeling like a ninja I got a machete
Hell yeah, them girls bad, but I’m fucking heavy
I’mma fuck around and have them looking like spaghetti
I say some shit, he be like, “Yo, you so legendary”
But he can tell just by my face he ain’t getting any

Hook [x2]
Plenty more for you, boy
We in the funky four door, no floor
He was serving that raw, oh boy
She was making that noise, oh boy

Verse 2
Meet me at the Rucker, take the Bruckner
It’s just me and young yucka, take you suckers
For their money and their whips, putting kitten on lips
Dividing the dividends, get the money and dip
Key’s to the nigga’s safe, put it under my tits
He got keys to that Roy, it could fit in the six
Got a UPS connect, so we good on them trips
Automatic bottle service so we good in them VIPs, nigga

Hook [x2]

Verse 3
These civilians, what up nigga? Excuse my millions
I’m in the V like a widow’s peak
It’s just me and my Rolls Royce pillow seats
Why they staring at me? I brung MacLaren with me
Yo, matter of fact, I think I’mma bring Donna Karan with me
And you my son, I don’t know, it’s just the parent in me
I am the best, I am the queen, it’s so apparent it me
I’m in Hollywood with Shia Labeouf
Most of you rappers ain’t eating, that diet is rough
You want some hot shit? Send that wire to us
I make them change their name to Diddy, retire the puff
I’m getting acting money
You niggas is Kevin Hart, y’all be acting funny
I’mma a keep a linebacker, tell ’em tackle for me
Yo, you seen my last pic, go double-tap that for me
Cock back, Red octagon, stop that

Hook

Review culled from The Guardian – CLICK HERE TO VIEW