Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) you want, you can have from me (oh, oh) I want love, just lead 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 money and the now The get me out there in an hour now The MAC movin' crack, I'm sellin' powder now G-game over, locker room, hit them now I got the and the catalogue Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, the catalogue I'm buyin' buildings, we buy the blogs The Nicki challenge I fly to Prague, uh
'Cause I'm a for you shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki I smoke 'em like now They see me, say now Homes runnin' like now They switchin' like now You niggas is now tune switchin' up We 'em to Jiffy now I'm thicker than butter He nuttin' like now He want me to be his His misses like now, uh
you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I want your love, lead me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey I'm a sucker for ya Boom Boom
She invites me to the Uh-oh, wifey's in (oh, oh) My side piece, but also someone's wife So time we spend is But our moment Right here, fuck 'Cause like these are to die for And clear 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 gets a chip on her Sits on the sofa, I go to a Slick Rick or throw some Souls of Mischief on She goes, "All old school hip-hop is so fucked that shit's got pneumonia" I told her, "Bitch now, hold up" why rap needs a doctor A slip, known to swole up It's time to check it for strep or tonsillitis 'Cause like what swab you with when your throat hurts That's why Tribe is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the
it up a little bit You ain't dealin' a fuckin' featherweight I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna brake I accelerate to a level that I can elevate 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 get a special place... now... Take a ride with me, hop into my time I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, fuck a knee to your And be behind, I'm a encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise I was yeast And never gonna reach these heights, just too high to reach it I ain't even reached my highest You better another game, try hide-and-seek And you might wanna decide to 'Cause you gotta open your to peep Am I the last of a dying breed? Even if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to heat If you wrapped your entire pad up in a dryer sheet And I'm back to rule the kingdom of it Better not use me as your topic, who brings 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 be is our subjects, yeah
you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh) I want your love, lead me on give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Yo, yo, let me hit you Told 'em I'd get you I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 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 pack, check out this Nicki 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 Inna the dance, we a go out time now I wanna, suicidal Yeah, on the real I'm these idol Gotta be dumb to make me your 'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not So say your 'cause you 'bout to die slow Die slow, die Jealousy is a disease, die Die slow, die Tell her jealousy is a disease, die slow