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Nicki Minaj’s Sister Ming Defends Her Baby Boy From Online Bullies


Nicki Minaj’s sister is defending her nephew from online bullies.

Queens rapper Nicki Minaj finally revealed the face of her healthy, bouncy baby boy a couple of days ago, and her loyal legion of Barbs have not been able to contain the joy-filled emotions since then. The chubby 3-month old baby boy was dressed in the latest Versace and even sported an iced out watch to ring in the new milestone. To top it off, his 38-year-old Nicki had nothing but praises for her Papa Bear when she wrote a truly moving caption.

She proceeded to thank the little guy for allowing her the opportunity to be the one who brought him into this world.

“Becoming a mom is by far the most fulfilling job I’ve ever taken on,” she confessed before sending her blessings to all the moms and moms to be. “Sending love to all the superhero mothers out there. Big hugs to all the women who have been pregnant during this challenging time.”

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Sadly, even with the love meter almost at maximum, there were still a few persons who proceeded to ridicule Papa Bear. It seems he has very little to worry about since his aunt ensured she was on the prowl and disciplined the persons who had attempted to troll the little guy. The rapper’s younger sister Ming Maraj hopped into the comment section below an unspecified post and had these choice words for a few for one specific Instagram troll.

“You a clown body shaming a child, u know damn well you prolly was a fat baby too,” she penned. “Ur tf mad because u ain’t getting the attention u wish you had, ur mad because ur irrelevant.” Her protective rant also came with a fierce threat aimed at anyone looking to continue the wild and cruel act of ridiculing a baby.

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Gunna – Derek Fisher Lyrics


[Intro]
Makers
Run that back, Turbo

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes)
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin’ in the sky (My dawgs livin’ in the sky)
You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon’ slide (We gon’ slide)
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain’t got no mistress, but I know she think I’m lyin’
Oh, you can be my vibe but I’m not lookin’ for a bride (Not lookin’ for a bride)
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage (Open the garage)

[Verse 1: Gunna]
Niggas pillowtalking, I can barely get a time (Barely get a time)
Dead fresh, out a coffin, Playboy VLONE cover my spine (VLONE cover my spine)
Fuck that extra talkin’, pull up, spin the whole block, and then ride (Spin the whole block and then ride)
Dracos, AR’s, Glocks, and carbons, put in the work for your side (Put in the work for your side)
Keepin’ it real, I just had to realize (Realize)
Got caught and he ain’t tell, he stood up and took the time (Took the time)
I got them on my trail and I still ain’t in my prime (In my prime)
I’m just tryna live, keep my people out of bounds (Out of bounds)
I done kept it solid, this shit ours, it ain’t mine (No)
I done changed the climate, got this fuckin’ money flyin’ (Money flyin’)
Backwood fill of Biscotti and I heard you smokin’ pine (Heard you smokin’ pine)
Barely see somebody, to that bullshit, I went blind (Blind)

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes)
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin’ in the sky (My dawgs livin’ in the sky)
You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon’ slide (We gon’ slide)
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain’t got no mistress, but I know she think I’m lyin’
Oh, you can be my vibe but I’m not lookin’ for a bride (Not lookin’ for a bride)
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
Penthouse feel like heaven when I wake from a ménage
I got every kinda color car in my garage
Intercontinental with my bitch and a massage
Buy a lot of diamonds, I flash my money, I like to floss, yeah
My little shooters stay on point, all I do is throw assists
We locked in together forever, that’s if I’m poor or rich
Make ’em call me Papa Bear, the way I get that porridge
Walk inside the club and it start stormin’
I came in a foreign, I can’t stop from goin’ in
Got too many dawgs who in the sky, can’t let ’em score again
Ask God for forgiveness, then go out and commit sin again
They say that we already won, I’m tryna win again, yeah

[Chorus: Gunna]
Hesitation, wipe the tears from your eye (Tears from your eyes)
Wish I still could see you, my dawgs livin’ in the sky (My dawgs livin’ in the sky)
You get your wish, we got them sticks and we gon’ slide (We gon’ slide)
Keep yourself a pistol and make sure you stay all eyes (Sure you stay all eyes)
Shoot like Derek Fisher, ain’t no nigga cross the line (No)
Told her I ain’t got no mistress, but I know she think I’m lyin’
Oh, you can be my vibe but I’m not lookin’ for a bride (Not lookin’ for a bride)
Six, seven, eight, nine foreigns when I open the garage (Open the garage)




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