Azealia BanksVan Vogue

Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow Dolce crop top, my play close down Those Céline wedges are way downtown Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out All females fledge to Bambi style Light my wrist up, ? Vamp me up, turn her down Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow We got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow Oh, it's so supple, the a** so round Trust, there's no trouble, the king go down Bust your b**** bubble, where's my crown Banks, flame hot, Rapunzel style Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow If she ain't know, the b**** know now It's the one, miss, the c*** is out Flip the scripts, so your b**** ?? Did that first, but your b**** know now Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow If she ain't know, the b**** know now If she ain't know, the b**** know now ? In that, you been did that, you been with that, you been-been that, b**** But they all forget you when I spin this s*** Better dance for this and get your skin wet, b**** ? Making plans to get your little ?'s dick If she ain't legit you better send that witch If the men is rich, you better spend that chip Better put that M-B, get that, get that banji B****, you know you never looking pretty princey Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey B****es wanna come and look at pretty A-B Pretty A-B, pretty pretty A-B Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe But these b****es always fronting like they in the A-Z I'm just doing me but these b****es can't breathe ? Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip Damn little bam, you a real bad b**** When I twist that hip, and lick that lip Damn, where ya man when she look like this The men that rich, the rich that rich Hands on the gram, better get that grip If you built like this, you built like this Dance with it, dance for me Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip Damn little bam, you a real bad b**** When I twist that hip, and lick that lip Damn, where ya man when she look like this The men that rich, the rich that rich Hands on the gram, better get that grip If you built like this, you built like this Dance with it, dance for me Oh, yo yo yo, these bottom a** b****es with these raggedy a** shoes I see you, b****, With your Pell Grant refund, I see you coming out of N-Y-U Spitting that refund check, getting fly rainbows and s*** Tryna come out of Forever Twenty-One stunting on me Don't want to see none of your whole foods and s*** I see you, motherf***er Let me get some of that Kombucha drink, b**** Let me get some s***, I want some, I want some You stepped it up You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotle, f*** outta here! F*** outta here So what, you know where the ? spot at You still aren't a rap b**** And you tryna stunt on me yeah, you out the hood And yeah yeah yeah, so what You out the hood now, I feel you, I feel you They got government grants and s*** like that that get you outta here “Equal opportunity education” programs and s*** that got you outta these streets Now you up in there, you a freshman at U-N-C-C, U-N-Y, Whatever, somewhere, studying some s*** about political science And you tryna do your s*** on the side And you downtown just closing You won't ? you having a good time But when I see you, b****, just light me up You know it's me, light me up When I ask you, just light me up You know me Don't front now Don't front now Oh, yeah, I don't smoke blunts no more I don't smoke no blunts no more Bamboo now You got on some white boys, I feel you! And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come through We don't drink Henney no more? Oh, nah, you drinking ? white wine Wa ha ha ha White wine, b****, okay Next
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