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Usa A− / A+ para ajustar el tamañoMajesty (feat. Eminem, Labrinth)
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)I want your love, just lead me onWon't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey'Cause I'm a sucker for yaBoom shang-a-lang-a-langBoom shang-a-lang-a-langUh, uh, yo, I got the money and the power nowThe G5'll get me out there in an hour nowThe MAC movin' like crack, I'm sellin' powder nowG-game over, locker room, hit them showers nowI got the trophies and the catalogueJust did a dealMercedes-Benz, check the catalogueI'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogsThe Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh'Cause I'm a sucker for youBoom shang-a-lang-a-langBoom shang-a-lang-a-langUh, yo, who want it with Nicki now?I smoke 'em like hippies nowThey see me, say yippie nowHomes runnin' like Griffey nowThey switchin' like sissies nowYou niggas is iffy nowBitches tune switchin' upWe take 'em to Jiffy nowI'm thicker than peanut butterHe nuttin' like Skippy nowHe want me to be his wifeHis misses like sippy now, uhWhatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)I want your love, just lead me onWon't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey'Cause I'm a sucker for yaBoom shang-a-lang-a-langBoom shang-a-lang-a-langShe invites me to the condoUh-oh, wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh)My side piece, but she's also someone's wifeSo time we spend is borrowedBut it's our momentRight here, fuck tomorrow'Cause moments like these are to die forAnd she's clear allNice and easy like hair when bleaching it blondeSo we got that lightning in a bottleShe's tipsy, I'm soberSo she gets a chip on her shoulderSits on the sofa, I go to load a Slick Rick songor throw some Souls of Mischief onShe goes, "All that old school hip-hop is so fuckedThink that shit's got pneumonia"I told her, "Bitch now, just hold up"That's why rap needs a doctorA genre slip, known to swole upIt's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurtsThat's why Tribe is so vitalwe need Q-Tip for the cultureSpeed it up a little bitYou've ain't dealin' with a fuckin' featherweightI used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyacheAnd now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brakeI wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevateThe men up with the pen, I'll make it mothafuckin' detonateI wanna make it acapellawait, I gotta set a dateWith the devil and celebrate, together we can renovateAnd re-develop hella weightsand I'ma get a special place... nowTake a ride with mehop into my time machineI'ma take the driver's seatas I thrust into hyperspeedLike I'm a meteorite and mothafuck lovefuck a knee to your rightAnd be behind, I'm a human encyclopediaI must be like pie crustbecause I was bred to rise like I was yeastAnd you're never gonna reach these heightsthey're just too high to reach itI ain't even reached my fuckin' highestYou better pick another game, try hide-and-seekAnd you might wanna decide to cheat'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peepI indeed the last of a dying breed?Even if you're fire-breathingshit you can say to inspire heatIf you wrapped your entire meat padup in a dryer sheetAnd I'm back to rule the kingdom of fuck itBetter not use me as your topicanybody who brings me up, duck itLet me keep it one hundredtwo things shouldn't be your themes of discussionThe queen and her husbandlast thing you're gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeahWhatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)I want your love, just lead me onWon't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey'Cause I'm a sucker for yaBoom shang-a-lang-a-langBoom shang-a-lang-a-langYo, yo, let me hit you backTold 'em I'd get you backI know you sittin' therejust thinkin' 'bout who did you thatI am who did you thatYou trippin', did you pack?Can't post on Nicki blockunless you sellin' Nicki crackHere, take a Nicki packcheck out this Nicki actNicki this Nicki that, all these bitches piggypackNicki back, ah, ah, ah backAh, ah, ah backHow dare all them mirror my style? (Style)The mandem want this just for dial (dial)Inna the dance, we a go skin out time now (time now)I wanna come out your suicide door (suicide door)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)Yeah, 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 (die slow)Tell her that jealousy is a diseasedie slow (die slow)
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