Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can 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
Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the now The G5'll get me out in an hour now The MAC like crack, I'm sellin' powder now over, locker room, hit them showers now I got the trophies and the Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the I'm buyin' buildings, we buy the blogs The Nicki challenge I fly to Prague, uh
I'm a sucker for you Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Uh, yo, who it with Nicki now? I 'em like hippies now see me, say yippie now Homes runnin' like now They like sissies now You is iffy now tune switchin' up We take 'em to now I'm thicker than butter He like Skippy now He me to be his wife His misses sippy now, uh
you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I want your love, lead me on give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
She invites me to the Uh-oh, wifey's in (oh, oh) My side piece, but she's also someone's So time we is borrowed But our moment Right here, fuck moments like these are to die for And she's all Nice and easy as when I'm bleaching it blonde So we got lightning in a bottle
She's tipsy, I'm So she a chip on her shoulder on the sofa, I go to load a Slick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on She goes, "All old school hip-hop is so fucked that shit's got pneumonia" I her, "Bitch now, just hold up" That's why rap needs a A genre slip, known to up It's to check it for strep or some tonsillitis 'Cause like what they swab you when your throat hurts That's why Tribe is so vital, we need for the culture
Speed it up a bit You ain't dealin' a fuckin' featherweight I used to medicate I'd get a fuckin' bellyache And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't ever brake I accelerate to a level that I can elevate The men up with the pen, I'll it mothafuckin' detonate I make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date With the devil and celebrate, we can renovate And re-develop hella weights, and get a special place... now... Take a ride me, hop into my time machine I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, fuck a to your right And be behind, I'm a encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise I was yeast And you're never reach these heights, they're just too to reach it I ain't even my fuckin' highest You pick another game, try hide-and-seek And you might decide to cheat 'Cause you open your eyes to peep Am I indeed the of a dying breed? Even if you're fire-breathing, you can say to inspire heat If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer And I'm back to rule the kingdom of it not use me as your topic, anybody who brings me up, duck it Let me it one hundred, two things be your themes of discussion The and her husband, last thing gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh) I want your love, just me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
Yo, yo, let me hit you 'em I'd get you back I know you sittin' there thinkin' 'bout who did you that I am who did you You trippin', did you Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki Here, a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act Nicki this Nicki that, all these bitches Nicki back, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How dare all them mirror my The mandem 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 you 'bout to die slow Die slow, die Jealousy is a disease, die Die slow, die her that jealousy is a disease, die slow