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 G5'll get me out in an hour now The MAC movin' like crack, I'm sellin' now G-game over, room, hit them showers now I got the and the catalogue Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, the catalogue I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the The Nicki when I fly to Prague, uh
'Cause I'm a for you Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Uh, yo, who it with Nicki now? I smoke 'em like now see me, say yippie now Homes runnin' like now They switchin' like now You is iffy now Bitches tune up We 'em to Jiffy now I'm thicker than butter He nuttin' Skippy now He me to be his wife His misses like now, uh
you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have 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
She me to the condo Uh-oh, wifey's in (oh, oh) My side piece, but she's also someone's So time we spend is But our moment Right here, fuck 'Cause moments these are to die for And clear all Nice and easy as hair I'm bleaching it blonde So we got that in a bottle
She's tipsy, I'm So she a chip on her shoulder Sits on the sofa, I go to a Slick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on She goes, "All that old school is so fucked Think shit's got pneumonia" I her, "Bitch now, just hold up" That's why rap needs a A slip, known to swole up It's to check it for strep or some tonsillitis 'Cause like what they swab you with 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' with a fuckin' I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever I wanna to a level that I can elevate The men up with the pen, I'll make it detonate I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a 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 I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust hyperspeed Like I'm a and mothafuck love, fuck a knee to your right And be behind, I'm a human
I must be pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast And never gonna reach these heights, they're too high to reach it I ain't reached my fuckin' highest You better pick another game, try And you might wanna decide to you gotta open your eyes to peep Am I indeed the of a dying breed? Even if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to heat If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a sheet And I'm back to the kingdom of fuck it not use me as your topic, anybody who brings me up, duck it Let me it one hundred, two shouldn't be your themes of discussion The and her husband, last you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I your love, just lead me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya Boom Boom
Yo, yo, let me hit you Told 'em I'd get you I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you I am who did you You trippin', did you Can't post on Nicki block you sellin' Nicki crack Here, take a pack, check out this Nicki act Nicki this Nicki that, all bitches piggypack Nicki back, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How all them mirror my style The want Inna the dance, we a go skin out now I wanna, just Yeah, on the real I'm bitches' idol Gotta be dumb to me your rival 'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not So say prayers '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