Whatever you say, Mrs. (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 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 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, check the I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the The Nicki challenge I fly to Prague, uh
I'm a sucker for you Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Uh, yo, who want it Nicki now? I smoke 'em like now see me, say yippie now Homes like Griffey now They like sissies now You niggas is now tune switchin' up We take 'em to now I'm thicker peanut butter He like Skippy now He want me to be his His like sippy now, uh
you say, Mrs. Majesty (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
She invites me to the Uh-oh, in Chicago (oh, oh) My piece, but she's also someone's wife So time we spend is But it's our here, fuck tomorrow 'Cause moments like are to die for And she's all and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it blonde So we got that lightning in a
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 Think that got pneumonia" I her, "Bitch now, just hold up" That's why rap a doctor A genre slip, known to up time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis 'Cause like they 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' with a featherweight I used to until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache And now I'm finna on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake I wanna accelerate to a level that I can The men up with the pen, make it mothafuckin' detonate I wanna make it acapella, wait, I set a date With the devil and celebrate, together we can And hella weights, and I'ma get a special place... now... a ride with me, hop into my time machine I'ma take the seat as I thrust into hyperspeed Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, a knee to your right And be behind, I'm a human
I must be like pie crust I was bred to rise like I was yeast And you're never reach these heights, they're just too 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 your eyes to peep Am I indeed the of a dying breed? Even if fire-breathing, shit you can say to inspire heat If you wrapped your entire pad up in a dryer sheet And I'm to rule the kingdom of fuck it Better not use me as 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 you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can 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
Yo, yo, let me hit you 'em I'd get you back 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, a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act Nicki Nicki that, all these bitches piggypack Nicki back, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How dare all mirror my style The mandem Inna the dance, we a go skin out now I wanna, just Yeah, on the real I'm these bitches' Gotta be dumb to make me your I'm too powerful, yeah, you not powerful So say your 'cause you 'bout to die slow Die slow, die Jealousy is a disease, die Die slow, die Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die