Nicki Minaj, Labrinth, Eminem - Majesty lyrics
Nicki Minaj [Onika Tanya Maraj-Petty] Port of Spain, Trinidad and Tobago/LA, CA, U.S. 🇹🇹 🇺🇸
Eminem [Marshall Mathers] Detroit, Michigan. U.S. 🇺🇸
[Nicki Minaj, Labrinth, Eminem - Majesty lyrics]
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 la
Boom shang-a lang-a la
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 la
Boom shang-a lang-a la
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 missus 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 la
Boom shang-a lang-a la
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 (Oh)
She's tipsy, I'm sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sit's 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 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 want to 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 await's
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 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
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you fire-breathe
Ain't shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire Mead 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 100
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 la
Boom shang-a lang-a la
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 (Style)
The man dem want digit's fi dial (Dial)
Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know
(I know)
And when I come out, y'all suicidal ('Cidal)
Yeah, 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 (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
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow
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 la
Boom shang-a lang-a la
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 la
Boom shang-a lang-a la
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 missus 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 la
Boom shang-a lang-a la
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 (Oh)
She's tipsy, I'm sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sit's 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 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 want to 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 await's
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 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
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you fire-breathe
Ain't shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire Mead 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 100
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 la
Boom shang-a lang-a la
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 (Style)
The man dem want digit's fi dial (Dial)
Inna the dance, we a go skin out I know
(I know)
And when I come out, y'all suicidal ('Cidal)
Yeah, 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 (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
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow