Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I want your love, just me on give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
Uh, uh, yo, I got the and the power now The get me out there in an hour now The MAC movin' crack, I'm sellin' powder now G-game over, room, hit them showers now I got the and the catalogue did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue I'm buildings, we don't buy the blogs The Nicki when I fly to Prague, uh
'Cause I'm a for you Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Uh, yo, who want it Nicki now? I smoke 'em hippies now They see me, say now Homes like Griffey now switchin' like sissies now You is iffy now Bitches switchin' up We 'em to Jiffy now I'm thicker than peanut He nuttin' like now He me to be his wife His misses like now, uh
Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) you want, you can have from me (oh, oh) I want your love, just me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey I'm a sucker for ya Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
She me to the condo Uh-oh, in Chicago (oh, oh) My side piece, but she's also someone's So time we spend is But our moment Right here, fuck moments like these are to die for And clear all Nice and as hair when I'm bleaching it blonde So we got lightning in a bottle
tipsy, I'm sober So she gets a on her shoulder on the sofa, I go to load a Slick Rick or throw some Souls of Mischief on She goes, "All that old hip-hop is so fucked Think shit's got pneumonia" I her, "Bitch now, just hold up" That's why rap a doctor A slip, known to swole up It's to check it for strep or some tonsillitis 'Cause like what they swab you with when your hurts That's why Tribe is so vital, we Q-Tip for the culture
Speed it up a bit You ain't dealin' with a featherweight I used to medicate until I'd get a bellyache And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna brake I wanna accelerate to a level that I can The men up with the pen, I'll make it mothafuckin' I wanna it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date With the and celebrate, together we can renovate And re-develop hella weights, and I'ma get a place... now... Take a ride with me, hop into my time take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed Like I'm a and mothafuck love, fuck a knee to your right And be behind, I'm a human
I must be like pie because I was bred to rise like I was yeast And you're never gonna reach heights, they're too high to reach it I ain't reached my fuckin' highest You better pick game, try hide-and-seek And you might decide to cheat 'Cause you gotta open eyes to peep Am I the last of a dying breed? Even if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to inspire If you wrapped entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet And I'm back to the kingdom of fuck it Better not use me as your topic, anybody who me up, duck it Let me it one hundred, two things shouldn't be themes of discussion The and her husband, last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects,
Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I your love, just lead me on give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
Yo, yo, let me hit you Told 'em I'd get you I you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that I am who did you You trippin', did you Can't post on Nicki unless you sellin' Nicki crack Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this act this Nicki that, all these bitches piggypack Nicki back, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How dare all mirror my style The want the dance, we a go skin out time now I wanna, just Yeah, on the real I'm these bitches' Gotta be dumb to make me your 'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die Die slow, die is a disease, die slow Die slow, die Tell her jealousy is a disease, die slow