Majesty
Nicki Minaj
Bm
(início)
Bm A D G Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Bm A D G Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh) Bm A I want your love, just lead me on D G Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey Bm A ’Cause I'm a sucker for ya D Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang G Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Verse 1
N.C.
Verse 1
N.C. Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now N.C. The G5'll get me out there in an hour now N.C. The MAC movin’ like crack, I'm sellin' powder now N.C. G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now N.C. I got the trophies and the catalogue N.C. Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue N.C. I'm buyin' buildings, we don't buy the blogs N.C. The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh
Refrain
Bm A ’Cause I'm a sucker for ya D Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang G Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Verse 2
N.C. Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now? N.C. I smoke ’em like hippies now N.C. They see me, say, "Yippie," now N.C. Homes runnin’ like Griffey now N.C. They switchin' like sissies now N.C. You niggas is iffy now N.C. Bitches tune switchin’ up N.C. We take 'em to Jiffy now N.C. I'm thicker than peanut butter N.C. He nuttin' like Skippy now N.C. He want me to be his wife N.C. His misses like sippy now, uh
Chorus
Bm A D G Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Bm A D G Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh) Bm A I want your love, just lead me on D G Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey Bm A ’Cause I'm a sucker for ya D Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang G Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Interlude
Bm A She invites me to the condo D G Uh-oh—wifey's in Chicago (oh, oh) Bm A My side piece—but she's also someone's wife D G So time we spend is borrowed Bm But it's our moment A Right here, fuck tomorrow D G 'Cause moments like these are to die for Bm And she's clear all A D Nice and easy as hair when I'm bleaching it blonde G So we got that lightning in a bottle
Verse 3
Bm She's tipsy, I'm sober Bm So she gets a chip on her shoulder Bm Sits on the sofa, I go to load a Bm Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on Bm She goes, "All that old school hip-hop is so fucked Bm Think that shit's got pneumonia." Bm I told her, "Bitch, now, just hold up." Bm That's why rap needs a doctor Bm Our genre's lymph nodes are swollen up Bm It's time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis Bm 'Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts N.C. That's why Tribe is so vital—we need Q-Tip for the culture N.C. Speed it up a little bit Bm You ain't dealin' with a fuckin' featherweight A I used to medicate until I'd get a fuckin' bellyache D And now I'm finna step on the pedal, don't wanna ever brake G I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate Bm Demented with the pen, I'll make the mothafucker detonate A I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date N.C. With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate N.C. And re-develop hell awaits, and I'ma get a special place, now Bm Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine Bm I'ma take the driver's seat as I thrust into hyperspeed Bm Like I'm a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media right in the behind Bm I'm a human encyclopedia Bm I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast Bm And you're never gonna reach these heights, they're just too high to reach it Bm I ain't even reached my fuckin' highest Bm You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek Bm And you might wanna decide to cheat Bm 'Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek Bm Am I indeed the last of a dying breed? A D Even if you fire-breathe, ain't shit you can say to inspire heat G 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
Chorus
Bm A D G Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh) Bm A D G Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh) Bm A I want your love, just lead me on D G Won't give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey Bm A ’Cause I'm a sucker for ya D Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang G Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Verse 4
Bm Yo, yo, let me hit you back Bm Told 'em I'd get you back Bm I know you sittin' there just thinkin' 'bout who did you that Bm I am who did you that Bm You trippin', did you pack? Bm Can't post on Nicki block unless you sellin' Nicki crack Bm Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act Bm Nicki this, Nicki that, all these bitches piggyback Bm Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back Bm Ah, ah, ah back Bm Ah, ah
Outro
Bm How dare all them mirror my style Bm The mandem want this just for dial Bm Inna the dance, we a go skin out time now Bm I wanna come out your suicide door Bm Yeah, on the real, I'm these bitches' idol Bm Gotta be dumb to make me your rival Bm 'Cause I'm too powerful, yeah, you not powerful Bm So say your prayers 'cause you 'bout to die slow Bm Die slow, die slow Bm Jealousy is a disease, die slow Bm Die slow, die slow Bm Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow
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Tab - Verse 1
E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| B|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| G|5---4---4-------|----------------|----------------|----------------| Bass arranged for guitar. D|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------| One octave above recording. A|----------------|----------------| 3---2---2-------|----------------| E|----------------|----------------|----------------|----------------|
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