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 Boom Boom
Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the now The G5'll get me out there in an now The MAC movin' like crack, I'm powder now G-game over, locker room, hit showers now I got the trophies and the Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the The challenge when I fly to Prague, uh
'Cause I'm a for you shang-a-lang-a-lang Boom
Uh, yo, who it with Nicki now? I 'em like hippies now see me, say yippie now Homes runnin' Griffey now They switchin' sissies now You is iffy now Bitches switchin' up We take 'em to now I'm than peanut butter 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 give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey 'Cause I'm a for ya Boom Boom
She me to the condo Uh-oh, wifey's in (oh, oh) My side piece, but she's also someone's So we spend is borrowed But our moment Right here, fuck 'Cause like these are to die for And clear all Nice and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it So we got lightning in a bottle
tipsy, I'm sober So she gets a chip on her Sits on the sofa, I go to a Slick Rick song or some Souls of Mischief on She goes, "All that old hip-hop is so fucked Think that 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 swab you with when your throat hurts That's why Tribe is so vital, we Q-Tip for the culture
Speed it up a bit You ain't with a fuckin' featherweight I used to until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache And now I'm step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake I wanna accelerate to a level that I can The men up with the pen, I'll it mothafuckin' detonate I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a the devil 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 seat as I thrust into hyperspeed Like I'm a meteorite and mothafuck love, fuck a knee to right And be behind, I'm a human
I must be pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast And you're gonna reach these heights, they're too high to reach it I ain't reached my fuckin' highest You pick another game, try hide-and-seek And you might decide to cheat you gotta open 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 your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet And I'm to rule the kingdom of fuck it not use me as your topic, anybody 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, just 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 thinkin' 'bout who did you that I am who did you You trippin', did you Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' crack Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this act Nicki this Nicki that, all these piggypack Nicki back, ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How dare all them mirror my The mandem Inna the dance, we a go skin out now I wanna, suicidal Yeah, on the real I'm these idol Gotta be to make me your rival 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 her that jealousy is a disease, die slow