Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Majesty , by - Nicki Minaj. Release date: 09.08.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Majesty |
| Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) |
| Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh) |
| I want your love, just lead me on |
| Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| ’Cause I'm a sucker for ya |
| Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang |
| Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang |
| Mmm, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now |
| The G5'll get me out there in an hour now |
| The MAC movin’ like crack, I'm sellin' powder now |
| G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now |
| I got the trophies and the catalogue |
| Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue |
| I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs (Kyuh) |
| The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh |
| 'Cause I'm a sucker for ya |
| Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang |
| Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang |
| Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now? |
| I smoke ’em like hippies now |
| They see me, say, "Yippie," now |
| Homes runnin’ like Griffey now |
| They switchin' like sissies now |
| You niggas is iffy now |
| Bitches tune switchin’ up |
| We take 'em to Jiffy now |
| I'm thicker than peanut butter |
| He nuttin' like Skippy now |
| He want me to be his wife |
| His misses like sippi now, uh |
| Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) |
| Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh) |
| I want your love, just lead me on |
| Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| 'Cause I'm a sucker for ya |
| Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang |
| Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang |
| She invites me to the condo |
| Uh-oh, wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh) |
| My side piece, but she's also |
| Someone's wife, so time we spend is borrowed |
| But it's our moment right here, fuck tomorrow |
| 'Cause moments like these are to die for |
| And she's clear, all nice and easy |
| As hair when I'm bleaching it blonde |
| So we got that lightning in a bottle |
| She's tipsy, I'm sober |
| So she gets a chip on her shoulder |
| Sits on the sofa, I go to load a |
| Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on |
| She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is over |
| Think that shit's got pneumonia." |
| I told her, "Bitch, now, just hold up!" |
| That's why rap needs a doctor |
| Our genre's lymph nodes are swollen up |
| It's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis |
| 'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts |
| That's why Tribe is so vital: we need Q-Tip for the culture |
| Speed it up a little bit! |
| You ain't dealin' with a fuckin' featherweight |
| I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache |
| And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake |
| I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate |
| Demented with the pen, I'll make the mothafucker detonate |
| I wanna make it acapella—wait, I gotta set a date |
| With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate |
| And re-develop hell awaits, and I'ma get a special place |
| Now, take a ride with me, hop into my time machine |
| I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed |
| Like I'm a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media |
| Right in the behind; |
| I'm a human encyclopedia |
| I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast |
| And you're never gonna reach these heights |
| They're just too high to reach |
| And I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest |
| You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek |
| And you might wanna decide to cheat |
| 'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek |
| Am I indeed the last of a dying breed? |
| Even if you fire-breathe, it ain't shit you can say to inspire heat |
| If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet |
| And I'm back to rule the kingdom of fuck it |
| Better not use me as your topic |
| Anybody who brings me up, duck it |
| Let me keep it one hundred |
| Two things shouldn't be your themes of discussion |
| The queen and her husband |
| Last thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah |
| Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) |
| Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh) |
| I want your love, just lead me on |
| Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey |
| 'Cause I'm a sucker for ya |
| Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang |
| Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang |
| Yo, now let me hit you back |
| Told 'em I'd get you back |
| I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that |
| I am who did you that |
| You trippin', did you pack? |
| Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack |
| Here, take a Nicki pack |
| Check out this Nicki act |
| Nicki this, Nicki that |
| All these bitches piggyback |
| Ha piggyback, ah, ah, ah back |
| Ah, ah, ah back, ah, ah |
| Out ah road they lovin' my style |
| The mandem want digits to dial |
| Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know |
| And when I come out, gyal suicidal |
| Yeah, on the real, I'm these bitches' idol |
| Gotta be dumb to make me your rival |
| 'Cause I'm too powerful ('cause I'm too powerful), yeah, you not powerful (yeah, you not powerful) |
| So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow (die slow) |
| Die slow (die slow), die slow (die slow) |
| Jealousy is a disease, die slow (die slow) |
| Die slow (die slow), die slow (die slow) |
| Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow (die slow) |