Majesty

Album: Queen (2018)
Charted: 41 58
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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 (mhm)
    Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (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 catalog
    Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalog
    I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs
    Yeah, The Nicki Challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

    'Cause I'm a sucker for you
    Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (uh)
    Boom, shang-a-lang-a-lang (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 (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

    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 (yeah-yeah)
    'Cause moments like these are to die for and she's Clairol
    Nice and easy as hair, when I'm bleaching it blonde
    So we got that lightning in a bottle (oh)

    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
    Our genre's lymph nodes are 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
    Demented with the pen, I'll make the motherfucker 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 hyper-speed
    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 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 peek (peek)
    Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
    Even if you're fire-breathe, 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, 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 piggyback
    Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back
    Ah, ah, ah back
    Ah, ah

    Out ah road dem lovin' my style (style)
    The mandem want digits fi dial (dial)
    Inna the dance, we ah go skin out I know (I know)
    And when I come out, gyal suicidal ('cidal)
    Yo, on the real, I'm these bitches' idol (idol)
    Gotta be dumb to make me your rival (rival)
    'Cause I'm too powerful ('cause I'm too powerful)
    And you not powerful (and 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
    Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow (die slow) Writer/s: Luis Edgardo Resto, Marshall B. Mathers III, Onika Tanya Maraj, Timothy Lee McKenzie
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
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