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Correct Aquababe Lyrics
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Azealia Banks
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We gon' do something That yo've never heard before! [Verse 1] These public pool bitches Ain't really mermaids Private beach Malibu, nigga! Weave up in the shade How do you? Hardly figure That you that other wave? She party pretty She party plenty It's like everyday Documentary, will film the picture It’s a fantasea Get another, pitcher (of) liquor Off that tanqueray Okay, celebrate, let's celebrate That aquababe, sashay Boulevard, Runway Bitches, witness bitches They've been afraid These nigga's bitches be bitches They smellin' of fish and eggs! She sell the bigger, the bigger Difference gave it all away Seashells on my two ta-tashies See she got it up on display Hooray! [Verse 2] We knockin' Got it poppin' like a parade Your opinion is just a option Fucker what you say? I'm looking like, I look right Niggas look-a-ways I pop 'em, clap 'em, cock 'em, blam 'em Let the choppa spray The brolic Madame The chunky clunky, 3-8 Trust me you don't want that Rusty, rowdy piper, okay? Okay, okay, huh? (Okay, okay, huh?) (Okay, okay, huh?) (Huh? Huh? Huh?) [Verse 3] Cinnamon: gentlemen Want that kind of taste I be killin' 'em, killin' 'em Like murder everyday When Azealia The ab is on display? I hit you, split you Lift you, dip you Get up out the way The niggas is swank My bitches is stank All these chickens Out for dollars All they get is the franks The linens is blank The middle is pink He gon put that snorkel on We gon dip in the tank I'm focused I floated out the bluest ocean To splash on your set, honey Get the ships in motion Bitches seasick These bitches be opposing Bitches see me Yes, these bitches be all open You don't want it No you don't really want it I'm drownin' all on my haters And surfin' in the moment (Swimming in all this paper) (Back, strokin' hundreds) (Swimming in all this paper) (Back, strokin' hundreds) [Verse 4] The chitter-chatter Don't really matter You silly rabbit That could get'cha G-get'cha get'cha Your carrot splattered All linens, fabrics I'm diving backwards And livin' lavish Aqua-fancy She get it, splash it Then dip it back in Ha, ha
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