Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can from me (oh, oh) I want your love, just me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey I'm a sucker for ya Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Uh, uh, yo, I got the and the power now The G5'll get me out in an hour now The MAC like crack, I'm sellin' powder now over, locker room, hit them showers now I got the and the catalogue Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the I'm buyin' buildings, we buy the blogs The Nicki when I fly to Prague, uh
I'm a sucker for you Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Uh, yo, who it with Nicki now? I smoke 'em like now see me, say yippie now Homes runnin' Griffey now They like sissies now You is iffy now Bitches switchin' up We take 'em to now I'm thicker than peanut He nuttin' Skippy now He me to be his wife His misses like now, uh
Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh) I want love, just lead me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey I'm a sucker for ya Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
She invites me to the Uh-oh, wifey's in (oh, oh) My side piece, but she's someone's wife So we spend is borrowed But our moment Right here, fuck 'Cause like these are to die for And clear all Nice and as hair when I'm bleaching it blonde So we got that lightning in a
tipsy, I'm sober So she a chip on her shoulder on the sofa, I go to load a Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of on She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is so Think that got pneumonia" I told her, "Bitch now, hold up" That's why rap needs a A genre slip, to swole up time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis 'Cause like what they swab you with when your hurts That's why is so vital, we need Q-Tip for the culture
it up a little bit You ain't dealin' with a featherweight I used to until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't ever brake I wanna accelerate to a that I can elevate The men up the pen, I'll make it mothafuckin' detonate I wanna make it acapella, wait, I set a date With the devil and celebrate, together we can And re-develop hella weights, and get a special place... now... Take a ride with me, hop into my time I'ma take the driver's as I thrust into hyperspeed Like I'm a and mothafuck love, fuck a knee to your right And be behind, I'm a encyclopedia
I must be pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast And you're never gonna reach heights, they're too high to reach it I ain't reached my fuckin' highest You better pick game, try hide-and-seek And you wanna decide to cheat you gotta open your eyes to peep Am I indeed the last of a breed? if you're fire-breathing, shit you can say to inspire heat If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a sheet And I'm back to rule the of fuck it Better not use me as your topic, anybody who brings me up, it Let me it one hundred, two things shouldn't be your of discussion The and her husband, thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah
Whatever you say, Mrs. (oh, oh) Whatever you want, you can have me (oh, oh) I want love, just lead me on Won't it up, hey, hey, hey, hey I'm a sucker for ya Boom Boom
Yo, yo, let me hit you Told 'em I'd get you I you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that I am who did you You trippin', did you Can't post on block unless you sellin' Nicki crack Here, a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act Nicki this Nicki that, all these piggypack back, ah, ah, ah back Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah
How dare all them mirror my The mandem the dance, we a go skin out time now I wanna, just Yeah, on the real I'm these bitches' be dumb to make me your rival 'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not So say your prayers you 'bout to die slow Die slow, die is a disease, die slow Die slow, die her that jealousy is a disease, die slow