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