Put You in a Room
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me

Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me

Every time I come and fuck with you
You make up all the rules
You ought to do it
Just because our car's moving
Are you in my fucking corner for real?
Or, are you plotting to kill?
I tell you just how I feel, feel
But you never hear
Oh, why you take it like that?
Now you wanna leave and never come back
I don't control you, I ain't never say that
Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back

Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me

Every time I try to fuck with you
Nothing ain't ever enough for you
And I had all this hope for you
But all you do is open wounds
I could be fucking with them other niggas
And no you ain't them other niggas
I don't fuck with a lot of bitches
Just my real bitches
Why you keep talking about it? You keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off
I ain't finna lie, no I ain't finna lie like it was just his fault
But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, oohwee, that's his loss, young nigga

Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave
You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me

Put you in a room
You ain't gotta leave




You ain't gotta leave
But you can't sleep with me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Put You in a Room" by Nicki Minaj discuss a complicated and tumultuous relationship. The singer wants to keep their significant other close and put them in a room, so they don't have to leave. However, the singer also says that they cannot sleep with them, indicating some emotional distance or perhaps even a betrayal in the relationship.


Throughout the song, the singer seems frustrated with their significant other, who seems to be difficult to please and possibly even plotting against them. The singer asks if they are really on their side or if they are planning to harm them. Despite this, the singer is hesitant to give up on the relationship and seems to express some hope for it to continue.


Overall, the song speaks to the intense emotions and insecurities that can arise in a relationship, particularly when there is a lack of trust and communication.


Line by Line Meaning

Put you in a room
I want to separate you and me from the rest of the world and have a conversation.


You ain't gotta leave
You don't have to physically leave the room, but we need to talk alone.


You ain't gotta leave
I need your undivided attention, so you don't have to leave the room, but you have to listen to me.


But you can't sleep with me
I'm not interested in anything sexual with you right now, I just need to talk to you.


Every time I come and fuck with you
Every time I spend time with you, things get complicated.


You make up all the rules
You always dictate how things should be between us.


You ought to do it
I wish you did things because you cared about me, not because you feel obligated.


Just because our car's moving
Just because things are moving forward between us, doesn't mean you have to play along if you don't want to.


Are you in my fucking corner for real?
Do you truly support me or are you secretly against me?


Or, are you plotting to kill?
Are you planning something harmful against me?


I tell you just how I feel, feel
I always express my true emotions to you.


But you never hear
Despite my efforts, you never seem to understand me.


Oh, why you take it like that?
Why do you always perceive my words/actions negatively?


Now you wanna leave and never come back
You're frustrated and want to end things between us.


I don't control you, I ain't never say that
I respect your freedom and never tried to manipulate or govern your life.


Can't give up on you, baby, we go way back
Despite the complications, I can't let go of the history we share.


Every time I try to fuck with you
Every time I try to confront you, communicate with you or be intimate with you, there's always an issue.


Nothing ain't ever enough for you
You're never satisfied with anything I do.


And I had all this hope for you
I had high expectations for you, but they were never fulfilled.


But all you do is open wounds
You always bring up past issues or create new ones that hurt me.


I could be fucking with them other niggas
I have other options to have a sexual relationship with other men.


And no you ain't them other niggas
You're not like other men I know or have been with.


I don't fuck with a lot of bitches
I don't have many female friends or acquaintances who I am close to.


Just my real bitches
The only female relationships I value are those who are honest and loyal to me.


Why you keep talking about it? You keep talking and you gon' get me pissed off
Stop bringing up the same issues over and over again or else I'll become angry.


Motherfuckers who be wanting that bitch to go crazy if she could cut her wrist off
Others want me to be emotionally unstable and self-harm.


I ain't finna lie, no I ain't finna lie like it was just his fault
I'm not going to lie, I know I played a part in our misunderstandings.


But I know if a nigga lose me, then nigga, oohwee, that's his loss, young nigga
I am aware of my worth and if you lose me, it will be your loss.




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Rasool Diaz, Noel Fisher, Nicki Minaj, Andre Proctor, Brian Soko

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on Anaconda (Explicit)

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My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Boy toy named Troy used to live in Detroit
Big dope dealer money, he was gettin' some coins
Was in shootouts with the law, but he live in a palace
Bought me Alexander McQueen, he was keeping me stylish
Now that's real, real, real
Gun in my purse, bitch, I came dressed to kill
Who wanna go first? I had 'em pushing daffodils
I'm high as hell, I only took a half a pill
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way (hey), what he say? (Hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep tellin' me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', and I hit him with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt

This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles
Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking about Eiffel's
Real country-ass nigga, let me play with his rifle
Pussy put his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil
Now that bang, bang, bang
I let him hit it 'cause he slang Cocaine
He toss my salad like his name Romaine
And when we done, I make him buy me Balmain
I'm on some dumb shit

By the way, what he say? (Ooh, hey)
He can tell I ain't missing no meals (hey)
Come through and fuck him in my automobile (hey)
Let him eat it with his grills, he keep telling me to chill (hey)
He keep telling me it's real, that he love my sex appeal (hey)
He say he don't like 'em boney, he want something he can grab (hey)
So I pulled up in the Jag', Mayweather with the jab like (hey)
Dun-d-d-dun-dun-d-d-dun-dun (hey, hey)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh, look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (damn)
Look at, look at, look at
Look, at her butt

Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
Little in the middle but she got much back
(Oh my God, look at her butt)

My anaconda don't, my anaconda don't
My anaconda don't want none unless you got buns, hun
Don't, my anaconda don't
Don't want none unless you got buns, hun

Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
Oh my gosh (little in the middle but she got much back)
Look at her butt (damn, damn)
(Look at her butt) (oh my gosh)
Look at, look at, look at
Look at her butt

Yeah, he love this fat ass, hahaha!
Yeah, this one is for my bitches with a fat ass in the fucking club
I said, where my fat ass big bitches in the club?
Fuck them skinny bitches, fuck them skinny bitches in the club
I wanna see all the big fat ass bitches in the muthafuckin' club
Fuck you if you skinny bitches, what? K'yeah
Haha, haha, rrr
Yeah
I got a big fat ass
K'yeah
Come on

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(Hey)
(Hey)
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