Majesty Lyrics - Nicki Minaj

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 

Uh, 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 

The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh 

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'Cause I'm a sucker for you 

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 sippy now, uh 

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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 so fucked 

Think that shit's got pneumonia" 

I told her, "Bitch now, just hold up" 

That's why rap needs a doctor 

A genre slip, known to swole 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 

The men up with the pen, I'll make it mothafuckin' detonate 

I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date 

With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate 

And re-develop hella weights, 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 love, fuck a knee to your right 

And be 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 it 

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 peep 

Am I indeed the last of a dying breed? 

Even if you're fire-breathing, 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, yo, 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 piggypack 

Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back 

Ah, ah, ah back 

Ah, ah 

How dare all them mirror my style 

The mandem want 

Inna the dance, we a go skin out time now 

I wanna, just suicidal 

Yeah, on the real I'm these bitches' idol 

Gotta be dumb to make me your rival 

'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not powerful 

So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow 

Die slow, die slow 

Jealousy is a disease, die slow 

Die slow, die slow 

Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow