LISTEN: Nicki Minaj shaded Natalie Nunn in Endless Fashion lyrics: “Even if my name was Natalie Nunn these bitches still couldn’t chin check me”

Nicki Minaj shaded Natalie Nunn in Endless Fashion lyrics: “Even if my name was Natalie Nunn these bitches still couldn’t chin check me”.

Nicki Minaj is going viral for dropping a bar about Natalie Nunn’s chin on Lil Uzi Vert’s new song “Endless Fashion.” Natalie seems to be in good spirits about it.. 

LYRICS of Endless Fashion by Lil Uzi Vert ft Nicki Minaj:

I sold my soul for Chrome Heart mixed with Carhartt (What?)

Yes, I’m splashin’ in fashion, I can’t take no loss (Loss)

I rock Junya on wannabes, I got no heart (Heart)

I put Endless to denim on rims on my car (Skrrt, woah)

I got a Republican doctor (Yeah)

Make my ass great again, MAGA (Woah)

Know you mad now, enchilada

When bitches test me, it get messy like soccer

I sold my soul for Chrome Heart mixed with Carhartt (Woah)

Yes, I’m splashin’ in fashion, I can’t take no loss

I rock Junya on wannabes, I got no heart (No wannabe)

I put Endless to denim on rims on my car (Skrrt)

I got a Republican doctor (Ah)

Make my ass great again, MAGA

Bitch, don’t make me whack you, pasta

I’m number one, you could only be dolce, Gabbana

I got a Chinese girl, yeah, she from Shanghai (Ni hao)

She goes to Parsons in New York, got good eye

I know I love her, only saw her two times

I met her at Dover Street Market, good eye

Ayo, even if my name was Natalie, none these bitches still couldn’t chin-check me

That’s word to Chanel, it ain’t nothin’ to see, bitches on TV channelin’ me

Harajuku Barbie, Roman Zolanski, from Red Ruby to Chun-Li

I put door knocker earrings in Fendi (Oh), then stamped the trench coat Burberry

Where the C-O-M-P-E-T-I-T-I-O-N? Don’t see any (Oop)

Sittin’ in the stars under city lights (City lights)

Baby daddy tell me I got pretty eyes (Pretty eyes)

Bitches only eatin’ when I dust crumbs (Dust crumbs)

I stay with that Uzi, I’m his plus one (Oop)

I was really in the field with Karl Lager’ (Oop), now it’s Heaven campaigns (R.I.P.)

Check in with Dapper Dan when I’m in Harlem

My niggas’ll blow like Virgil

I got that duffel (Heard you), mm

Ooh

AUDIO HERE