Azealia BanksJFK

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks] First lady in the floor, I'm s*** in Dioré As we go on and on and on, from the dust till the dawn Fully vamping in the song, it's a ball not a prom Have a ball at the bar, at the promenade Yo shorty with the gorge, the allure of a star They applaud and in, the chips in her palm What's a pidgeon to a swan, a queen to a pawn Luxury is on looking to explore the bambi on the lawn Red carpet to the car and a garment from the guards I drips in the garden, you a target for the star Assassinate the look murderin' the gown Fashion killer the body on the ground Get the picture nobody fit the crown She's the winner the lobby with the smile Jet black weave ‘bout the length of a mile Jet black feet while I clever craft styles Miss I'll flip this and dip-dip twaow! Miss, I been this, you must've missed out Dope when dressed up, ya boy strung out His Girl pressed, now behave, calm down Sip on old grapes and be laid lounge Baby you look late, come peep my now Giving them good taste, the great's don't have Mommy keep blaze, better get that cake Shimmy it on stage, I'm giving them good face Somebody on her page, somebody is amazed It's just another day for the dame, just another day for the dame [Chorus: Azealia Banks] I am miss icon and I swore, I saw A shade of green on ya and I took (I took) Time to teach ya, taught an allure (allure) A la-Da-Dy you wasn't before Finer, Free, High-Modern and more (and more) You favor me, now how I adore ya! (Do you?) Dine or Tea? Italian For two? (For two?) A day to be around here with you! [Verse 2: Theophilus London] (Hey! ) Grand champ, it's the bougie - the handsome Romance in advance, hit ya boo on her Samsung Beach bunnies, from Aruba to Cancun Ya bitch save money just to move with the anthem So prepare my niggas, gourmet grape taste, we rare my niggas He where? He wear flair, beware my niggas You scared, you see-through, you clear my nigga You boys Scooby and Doo, I'm really groovy and frost You niggas cooped in a hoop, I'm Cooley High in the Porsche I put these niggas on mute, to whom it may not concern I got the bitch with the juice, you got the bitch with the germ 2Pac in the coup, Westside with the herb I got a flock of the hoots, a-list of the birds White model the muse, Arizona the first I took a trip from the Moon, to jfk for that work [Reprise: Azealia Banks] I am Miss Icon I've seen you all of green, high-modern miss I taught - I'll teach you how to allure! Dine or Tea, Italian miss I oughta meet ya darling How finer free now how I adore - ya! I am Miss Icon I've seen you all of green, high-modern miss I taught - I'll teach you how to allure! Dine or Tea, Italian miss I oughta meet ya darling How finer free now how I adore [Chorus: Azealia Banks] I am miss icon and I swore, I saw A shade of green on ya and I took (I took) Time to teach ya, taught an allure (allure) A la-Da-Dy you wasn't before Finer, Free, High-Modern and more (and more) You favor me, now how I adore ya! (Do you?) Dine or Tea? Italian For two? (For two?) A day to be around here with you!
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