Your Love
Nicki Minaj Lyrics


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Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest
(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)
And for your lovin', I'ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis
(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)
You got spark, you, you got spunk
You, you got somethin' all the girls want
You're like a candy store and I'm a toddler
You got me wantin' more and m-m-more of

Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love (mm, uh, yo)

He the type to pop tags and be cockin' the brim
Might breeze through the Ave, might stop at the gym
And he keep a du rag, keep the wave on swim
W-W-Waves on swim so they hate on him
Anyway, I think I met him sometime before
In a different life or where I record
I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve
But my vision ends with the apple on the tree
'S' on my chest 'cause I'm ready to save him
Ready to get buck on anybody that plays him
And I think I love him, I love him just like I raised him
When he call me mama, lil' mama, I call him, baby

Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest




(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)
And for your lovin', I'ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis
(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)
You got spark, you, you got spunk
You, you got somethin' all the girls want
You're like a candy store and I'm a toddler
You got me wantin' more and m-m-more of

Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love (yeah), your love (yeah)

He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in the rubber band
Just left Money Gram in the lemon Lamb'
Hot damn, make me scream like Summer Jam
I mean that nigga must be from the motherland
Anyway, I think I met him in the sky
When I was a geisha, he was a samurai
Somehow I understood him when he spoke Thai
Never spoke lies and he never broke fly
'S' on my chest, lemme get my cape on
He's so thugged out, Ghostface and Raekwon
Convict, just like Akon
'Cause you know snitches be puttin' the jake on

Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest
(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)
And for your lovin', I'ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis
(Ba, ba-da, da, doh)
You got spark, you, you got spunk
You, you got somethin' all the girls want
You're like a candy store and I'm a toddler
You got me wantin' more and m-m-more of

Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love
Your love, your love

Find me in the dark
I'll be in the stars
Find me in your heart
I'm in need of your love
Your love, your love
Your love
Baby, you the illest
Your love
Your love

Overall Meaning

In Nicki Minaj's song Your Love, the artist expresses her desire and admiration for a man who possesses all the qualities she's looking for. Nicki starts the song by uplifting her love interest with the statement, "Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest." She then compares her love for him to Bruce Willis in Die Hard, indicating that she's willing to go to any lengths to hold on to his love.


Throughout the song, she uses figurative language to describe her feelings towards him. For instance, she compares herself to a child in a candy store, and her love interest to the candy store as she craves more of his love. She also makes reference to being Adam, with her love interest being her Eve, but her vision ends with the apple on the tree.


In summary, Nicki Minaj's Your Love is a beautiful love song that depicts the lengths that one can go for love.


Line by Line Meaning

Shawty, I'ma only tell you this once, you the illest
You are the best and I want you to know it.


And for your lovin', I'ma Die Hard like Bruce Willis
I'm committed to you like Bruce Willis's character in Die Hard.


You got spark, you, you got spunk
You have a unique and attractive energy.


You, you got somethin' all the girls want
You have qualities that make you desirable to other women.


You're like a candy store and I'm a toddler
You have so many appealing qualities that make me excited, like a kid in a candy store.


You got me wantin' more and m-m-more of
I am addicted to you and crave more of your attention and love.


Your love, your love (yeah)
Your love is what I desire above anything else.


He the type to pop tags and be cockin' the brim
He is the type of person who likes to show off his wealth and confidence.


Might breeze through the Ave, might stop at the gym
He might casually stroll down the street or stop to work out.


And he keep a du rag, keep the wave on swim
He wears a head wrap to maintain his hairstyle and keep his waves looking good.


W-W-Waves on swim so they hate on him
Others are jealous of his attractive appearance and style.


Anyway, I think I met him sometime before
I feel like I've met him before in a past life or a different circumstance.


In a different life or where I record
It could have been in a different lifetime or a place where I work in the music industry.


I mean he was Adam, I think I was Eve
I feel a deep connection to him on a spiritual level, almost like the biblical characters Adam and Eve.


But my vision ends with the apple on the tree
Our connection only goes so far, just like how the story of Adam and Eve ends with the forbidden fruit.


'S' on my chest 'cause I'm ready to save him
I feel empowered to protect and support him, like a superhero with an 'S' on their chest.


Ready to get buck on anybody that plays him
I am willing to fight anyone who tries to harm or disrespect him.


And I think I love him, I love him just like I raised him
My love for him feels like a parental bond, where I have cared for and nurtured him.


When he call me mama, lil' mama, I call him, baby
We have a playful and affectionate dynamic, where we call each other affectionate nicknames.


He the type to keep a couple hundred grand in the rubber band
He keeps a lot of cash wrapped in a rubber band.


Just left Money Gram in the lemon Lamb'
He recently sent or received money through Money Gram and drove away in a Lamborghini.


Hot damn, make me scream like Summer Jam
He turns me on and excites me like a popular music festival where people scream and dance.


I mean that nigga must be from the motherland
He must be from a country in Africa or his African heritage is evident in his identity.


Anyway, I think I met him in the sky
I feel like I met him in a dream or in a surreal moment.


When I was a geisha, he was a samurai
We had a mystical connection in a different time period, where I was a Japanese geisha and he was a samurai warrior.


Somehow I understood him when he spoke Thai
We have a deep understanding and connection that transcends language barriers.


Never spoke lies and he never broke fly
He is an honest person who never compromises his sense of style or fashion.


'S' on my chest, lemme get my cape on
I feel like a hero who is ready to save and protect him.


He's so thugged out, Ghostface and Raekwon
He has a tough, gangster demeanor that reminds me of rappers Ghostface and Raekwon.


Convict, just like Akon
He is like a convict or rebel, similar to musician Akon.


'Cause you know snitches be puttin' the jake on
We need to stay aware and avoid people who might inform or betray us to the police.


Find me in the dark
I can be found in difficult or challenging situations.


I'll be in the stars
I aspire to great achievements and success, like stars in the galaxy.


Find me in your heart
My true self can be found in my genuine feelings and emotions.


I'm in need of your love
I need your love, support and care in my life.


Baby, you the illest
You are the best and most attractive person to me.


Your love
Your love is what I need.


Your love
Your love is what I desire above anything else.


Your love
Your love is what I crave and cherish.


Your love
Your love is what makes me feel alive and happy.




Lyrics ยฉ Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: David Edward Daniel Freeman, Onika Tanya Maraj, Andrew Dexter Wansel, Joseph Patrick Hughes

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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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