AZEALIA BANKS – Van Vogue

[Azealia Banks]
Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow
Dolce crop top, my play close down
Those line 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, flexin blaow
Vamp me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it’s like mm-ow
Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it’s so supple’ the ass so round
Trust, there’s no trouble, the kin go down
Bust your bitch bubble, where’s my crown
Banks, flame hot, Rapunzel style
Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow
If she ain’t know, the bitch know now
It’s the one, miss, the cunt is out
Flip the scripts, so your bitch know styles
Did that first, but your bitch know now
Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow
If she ain’t know, the bitch know now
If she ain’t know, the bitch know now

[Chorus 1]
Boy (boy) don’t fill yourself too much on her
Boy (boy), your friends will laugh at you now, now, now

In that, you been did that, you been with that
You been-been that, bitch
But they all forget you when I spin this shit
Better dance for this and get your skin wet, bitch
Champ in this, see me mingle dip
Makin plans to get your little bammer’s dick
If she ain’t legit you better send that witch
If the mens is rich, you better spend that chip
Better put that M-B, get that, get that banji
Bitch, you know you never lookin pretty princey
Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey
Bitches on the cover look at pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB
Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe
But these bitches always frontin like they in the A-Z
I’m just doin me but these bitches can’t breathe

[Chorus 2: repeat 4X]
Hoes on ‘em, haters on ‘em
Hoochies on ‘em, players on ‘em
Vogues and escalators on ‘em
Hoochies on ‘em, flavors on’ em

[Outro: repeat 2X]
Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
Damn little bam, you a real bad bitch
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
Vans on the Grand, better grip that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance for me

AZEALIA BANKS – US

[Verse 1:]
I want that navigator
She got that Adam’s apple and she asked about that passion
And we passed her with that nectar
And passed her wacker friend
Piece to the keys to put that car in
If they the keys that act up in
It’s beasts in the streets in leather skin
She put a decent effort in but she’s at the precinct haemmoraghing
Bring it to these bitches like Alpo
Bitches getting snitches if she under my scalpel
Bitches getting bitches when I tell ‘em who the sight’s on
Have these girls runnin’ like roaches with the lights on

They been on that goofy shit
We been on that Gucci shit
Apple Cherry Gucci clique
Mmm Mmm Yeah
Ya’ll be swearin’ you the shit
But ya’ll be sharin’ shoes and shit
Cool it bitch
Yeah, we be gettin’ paper

[Hook:]
Cause I can’t entertain you
I got nothing to say to ya (no no)
I don’t even blame you
If I was you I’d hate too

You can’t even fuck with us
Can’t even fuck with us (Worldwide)
You can’t even fuck with us
Can’t even fuck with us

[Verse 2:]
These bitches saying they poppin’ shit
And they hatin’ cause we are
We the crème de la crème
All them other bitches are the H to the I-Ms
These niggas like her
They try to get in her cypher
But he can’t
Can’t even roll text with us
These niggas can’t even stand next to us
Trust, that I seen these bros be
Tryna make ends meet, Pantene Pro-V
Try to send beats to her
And he’s hoping
He can get a 16, he can get me open
But, um, I ain’t fuckin’ with these hipster niggas
These niggas really like sista niggas
You know, they sweeter than them spritzer niggas
I know niggas probably kissed a nigga
I know niggas probably dicked a nigga
Anyway, it’s the B-A-N-K-S
To them niggas with V-I-S-A
C-A-S-H-E-U-R-Os
Put a couple commas in them Z-E-R-Os
Lookin’ for the dollars for the C-O-I-Ns
You need to get enough for both me and my friends
Yeah, we’re more dimes than two bucks
These niggas be up in the hood like Ku Klux

Puffing on that loose-again
Puffing on that 2 for 10
All these niggas
Oodling, oodling
Yeah, yeah
Ya’ll niggas cool and shit
But all my bitches too legit
We rule

AZEALIA BANKS – The Chill$

[Verse 1:]
I’m a pay check checka, homewrecka
Somethin’ like an open panel leather in cold weather with no sweater
No cheddar is no pleasure
He won’t even get to eat the box if it gets wetter
See an opportunity to hop if the chips better
But I ain’t a fat bitch, I’m a go getta
Let a chick come to war, I’m a go get her
And feed her ass to my bitches like old dinner
Right off the bat I got ya nigga pullin’ shit outta hat
Cause I can look em in the face while I’m arching my back
Check his microphone
Suck the gristle off his bone
Like tryna quench your thirst to get your hands on his phone
That I don’t condone
He’s fucked up he ain’t right
And a bitch is prone to lay back and take pipe
Fuck the drama I’m too pretty for a fist fight
Keep my money comin’ and I keep all of my lips tight

[Hook: Peter Bjorn and John]
Your tonque is sharp
But I miss the taste of it
(They be puttin’ up the digits
If he if he wanna hit it
If he if he wanna hit it
If he if he wanna hit it)
You say time heals
There’s not enough of it
(Be puttin’ up the digits
If he if he wanna hit it
If he if he wanna hit it
If he if he wanna hit it)

[Verse 2:]
I be takin’ brother’s cousin’s uncles like the war in Iraq
I eat his cabbage like a savage then I’m sending it back
To his wife you ain’t a lot of oxygen in his wallet
If you tryna fuck with Banks you better make a deposit
I be herpin’ niggas early like they tryna cop Supreme hats
But I do switch up for the buck like homie let me see that
Always strap up for the fuck he could be where disease at
And a dude like us he can touch but I ain’t tryna conceive that
You got them demons in you semen Nigga keep that
One drop of that white stuff can severly fuck my life up
And you know I keep my site up
And all I see is fetty
No I don’t need no babies and no rabies in my belly
Adoption ain’t an option; strap up or pack up
Try somethin’ slick and get your dick hacked up
So you can either hit the door in peace
Or watchin’ me hit the floor in pieces, believe this

[Hook]

Pussy be the x, but I don’t pop pills
I put it on his top lip like “Got milk? ”
Wetter than the sea a nigga might need gills
The type of shit that make a dude wanna pay bills
Next thing you know he got me written in his will
And I’m waiting on the day that I can come off with the mill
Niggas offer me shit like they all a bunch of Buddhists
But I ain’t a golddigger
I’m a fuckin’ opportunist

AZEALIA BANKS – Salute

Louis Vuitton on the hook
Wang’s in ‘em
A good shoe for a bad bitch
Fuck with her
Eating with Jimmy Iovine
Lunch with her
She’s a get-money bunny
Jump with her

Bum bitches, bite my style, Dracula
Wear your Wu-Tang fangs
Novocane from Frankie

Your gonna need some backin’ up
Super-save these hoes
Cape Town, Africa
Catch me in N.Y, Uptown, the Battles up

All ready to saddle up
Mami I’m no rookie, already the champion
Movie you not pretty, you lookin’ like a regular
Blonde cuties, space cadets, astronauts
Most niggas booty or Britneys or Ericas
Come and get me, et cetera, et cetera
Any challenge I bet I wet ‘em up
Berettas up

Salute, What’s good
Salute a bad bitch you should
Salute, What’s good
Salute a bad bitch you should

AZEALIA BANKS – Runnin

[Verse 1:]
I was born ready (Ha Ha)
I’m working your man up in that circuit
Bitch I plan to look that perfect
Cheap little brand with a bitch that’s certain
Clique that gang and spit that curtain
He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent
He wanna wham
Wanna get it in, wanna get it out
Wanna sweat it in, wanna lick it up
But your nigga been listening to broads
Sayin’ niggas on the internet now
So we kick it with the tickets to the what
Damn motherfucker you can sniff it in the butt
You a fan little nigga you be living for the cunt
You be handful of scrilla while I’m jiggling the buns
I can stop moving still jiggling the buns
I can pop in the middle with a little bit of pun
I can drop for your nigga when he get up in the front
I can spot but you niggas gotta to get us in front
But I’m not these bitches with the dick up on their tongues
Not these bitches, all these niggas been among
So it’s not with me when I with your nigga in the crumbs
And it’s not me chilling with your nigga in the slums
So run run whenever-whenever I’m in the sun, uh

I’m a sp-spend this niggas sp-spinach
I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this nigga for lyrics
He know that I got that juicy
That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tooti
That natural beauty
He rich; he poppin that bougie
I got that Glock and that uzi
That ch-ch-chop and the tuni
I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget
Split ya top and ya stomach
Hit ya pops and ya cousin
Miss the shot if he runnin’
And get as hot as he want it

[Hook:]
You, you don’t want
I know you, you don’t wanna fuck with me
You on one, I’m on two
Bang or get banged on; you choose
[x2:]
These niggas runnin
These niggas runnin
They stay pumping that game
But these niggas frontin
All day up on this stage
These niggas like they something
Say this bitch is coming
Now these niggas runnin
Runnin, runnin
These niggas runnin

[Verse 2:]
I’m in the creme Coupe seats
Color: gingerbread
You know I got that bitch covered like a ninja head
You say you bout to get buggin bout to spend your-bread
So you bout to get smothered with that infrared
Bet that strawberry banana f-fanna
Click never jam-a
I’m finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma
These niggas toting they hammers
But really open punana’s
I smell these niggas
They pussy they pussy they needa douche it
Don’t let him up in the cushion unless he come with the right do’s
If not, then bitch you better fuck you a white dude
If not, then bitch he better come with the right dick
If not, then bitch you probably know that he like dick
Fuck feeding these niggas
You bitches breeding these niggas?
I get the beats from these niggas
Then hit the streets with these niggas
Y’all tryna sleep with these niggas
I’m tryna eat with these niggas
I read these niggas the script and get sick of seeing these niggas now

AZEALIA BANKS feat. 77KLASH – P-U-S-S-Y

Hit it from the front
Hit it from the side [x3]
Drum this is hard I’m gonna slip and slide

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
I wanna see what you’re all about
Can you let me ride the dick and keep a nipple in your mouth
Can you let me turn around without taking you out
Position my shit then bounce, pow
Weave smelling like shampoo
Don’t be afraid, boy, grab a whole handful
I can do some things your girlfriend can’t do
In a car or a hotel, yeah

[Hook: 77KLASH]
Gyal di way yuh pussy tight, mek yuh man treat yuh right
X-amount a loving tru di night
Gyal di way yuh pussy clean, you a every man dream
Hot body gyal, young fresh and yuh green
Gyal di way yuh pussy tight, mek yuh man treat yuh right
X-amount a loving tru di night
Gyal di way yuh pussy clean, you a every man dream
You know what I mean… zeeeeeen?

[Verse 2: Azealia Banks]
This pussy is domesticated, well fed, and fat
Them other bitches got them alley cats
I be down for a Cudi but I ain’t playing that
S-M-U-T, I’ll never be that
I been a freak since ’91
Used to get my ass squeezed on the line at lunch
So misbehaved in the 7th grade
Now who’s jerking off to my MySpace page
Put a few pearls on my necklace, babe
I’m gonna squeeze and ride ’til you go cock-eyed
And I can suck a ten inch cock drier than a raisin
Brain is amazing, baby
Your insides are so luxurious
Weave long, got the white man curious
Anjelica Houston got nothin’ on me
I’m mean from the feet to the stitching in the weave

[Hook: 77KLASH]

[Bridge: Azealia Banks]
I get sauce like pasta, smoke like a rasta
Let ‘em pet the kitty kick ‘em out right after
Niggas like Pokémon, I gotta catch ‘em all
Like I’m in the Amazon, look at how the rain fall
Suck, fuck, roll up the dutch
Smoke, toke, put on ya coat
Get like a blunt Zilla and roll out quick babe
Before I stick it to your back like duct tape
I keep ‘em like more Ovaltine please
AZB sweeter than a bumblebee
I do the right thing like Spike Lee
And send this nigga right back to his wifey

AZEALIA BANKS – Paradiso

You can sun if you want to
Fun if you want to
Stay in the shade all day if you want to
Villa with shore view, ‘punzle I adore you
Bitches rock whatever she say they can afford too
What’chu know about open out key west, relax, recess, all up on the beach, yes
Beach sandy, look at little bambi in the two piece set looking like a banjee
Can we kick it in the Hamptons?
Residing where it’s fancy
Porto Pino with a champagne
She a leader and a champion
Coco dream things, aqua green scenes
Palm trees caribbean queen
A paradise with me is so amazing
So elevating, switch up on the beat and scene

AZEALIA BANKS – Out Of Space

[Verse 1:]
I take your brain to another dimension
I take your brain in a parallel universe trip
I’m the only no paralel bitch
Things running and shit, maneuvered in deep
Then I murder you and you spit
Get your little outdated frozen a hip
On the word click click
How much is for this clip
Blast it off last ‘er, you might be stuck on this dick
Look at this bitch, tick tick
What you do, wanna get hit hit
Four fifth move quick, four fifth’s in the whip
What dimension is this

[Bridge:]
I’m gonna send him to outer space, to find another race
I’m gonna send him to outer space, to find another race
I’m gonna send him to outer space, to find another race
I’m gonna send him to outer space, to find another race
Pay close attention
I take your brain to another dimension
I take your brain in a parallel universe trip
I’m the only no paralel bitch
Things running and shit, maneuvered in deep
Then I murder you and you spit
Get your little outdated frozen a hip
On the word click click

[Verse 2:]
Close attention
Yo what’s up Neutron
Giving you money what planet you flew from
I’ve been pressing the hard rock
Promise group on
Cosmos kitchens, known as the New York
Out of world witch, breakers and new borns
Space ships push the roof on
Platform boots hanging out the coop door
Out of the world bitch, chicks a new born
Every little pun errupt a new song
I’m ahead of your shaky shoe show
ET phone room full of photon
Ever since, no need for the blues off
Keep on, the feening, the feen off
The fews go finally speed off
Here to take you higher than leeloo
Bounce off, casanova libra

[Outro:]
Pay close attention
Pay close attention
Pay close attention
Pay close attention
I take your brain to another dimension
I take your brain to another dimension

AZEALIA BANKS feat. Shystie – Neptune

I-I-I-I’m alri-I-I-ight
Tonight I-I-I’m alri-I-I-ight babe
I I I

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
More breeze in your hair, huh?
It’s the one that your blick took her chance on
Damn should’ve have shacked breeze with the champion
Looking for my nigga my feast is the phantom
Phantom this is that young bitch Lil Keke
I needed a plumb with the cheeky
Chill with some fillers from end the shikies
I’m a get ‘em get ‘em so come hit the repeat

[Chorus: x2]
Baby about it
Baby you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on?
Tell me now what is your fantasea
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need

[Verse 2: Shystie]
Hey yo mister come whisper
Hey what’s your sign, tell me what else is you into?
We can make your ex girl real real pissed
Take it off your wishlist, can you feel-feel this
I’m the type of girl yo mama warned ya about
Stop fucking with your head, blow your brains all out
Tell me what you like, me a real bad gyal
Give it to you good, make your head turn mad now
Not vanilla we’re cinnamon sticks they’ll be killing bitches
I’m on my liquorice shit ’til the niggas diggie it stiff
Like Agamartis, riga-rigamortis tipi tipi on his lips
We could take flights to the West Indes
Check her dipping out the sea with a mermaid please
Sip of liquor, bit of rum right under the trees
Tell this London girl, what’s your fantaseas, boy?

[Bridge 1:]
Everybody got though
I’ve been bad you know
I-I I’m trying to give that cat toy a kit-kat
I can’t fight all night
Al-Alright

[Chorus:]
Baby about it
Baby you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on?
Tell me now what is your fantasea
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need

[Bridge 2:]
I’m a search you I’m going out of mind
I’m a lady that’s eating my pride
But do you know mine all the night
I ain’t even gon’ be the light
Boy atleast stay on my mind
Can I wet you up?
Baby you know
Am I sexual enough?
Can I wet you up all night?
I ain’t even gon’ even lie
I don’t wanna play with your time-time
Tonight
Alright Alright
Alright, tonight, ahaaa

[Chorus: x2]
Baby about it
Baby you know
Can I turn you out here
Can I turn you on
Tell me now what is your fantasea
Can I hear about it
Tell me what you love

AZEALIA BANKS – NEEDSUMLUV

NEEDSUMLUV (SXLND)

You don’t really wanna leave her but you’re tired of her
She know you don’t love her either and you lie to her
But if I was her I’ll be on ya day and night
I’d take back what’s mine because your kind is hard to find

But if she ain’t gon’ be watching means you gotta skip
Skip to the lady with that Ohh because she well equipped
Forget your pride, let me free your mind
Let me get you high, boy I do just what you like

Cause I’m down for everything you need and who you are
And my door is always open and I’m never far
You are the star

You tell me the story bout’ who was right before me
And how she became boring, you make her look so corny
You ain’t in love with her but she still lives in your heart
But you be in my apartment, tearing me apart and

Jingling my jewelery, you don’t know what you do to me
I feel like you be using me
I know that’s where you choose to be
She stay where you choose to stay
Not tryna’ make you choose today
I’m tryna’ get you through the pain
I’m tryna’ smoke this Buddha Babe

You know what’s up
You said you need to roll another O

Because I’m here for a reason and you know what

I need some love, ohhh, I want some love
Oh I need some love, ohhh, I want some love
Oh I need some love, ohhh, I want some love
Oh I need some love, ohhh, I want some love, want some love

Oh I need some love, ohhh, I want some love
Oh I need some love, ohhh, I want some love
Oh I need some love, ohhh, I want some love
Oh I need some love, ohhh, I want some, want some love

Azealia Banks – Luxury

listen now, i hip you, hip you now when i whistle
whistle out, i’m gonna switch you if you get what i hit you
with this …i’m gonna make you, run out with you
with you now i can’t forget you, get you now

hey, hi, hello, hello, what’s up…
..i’m the one, i’m from new york
will you be a … who told you could.. not so good
who was it..right next to me so i could…
your way
…you want to stay

..but that’s why i wanna be your lady
..and you know what i want, if i can, if i can
i’m gonna help you now…
whistle out, i’m gonna switch you if you.. when i hit you
with the smile i’m gonna make you out with you
with you now, i can’t forget you, forget you know

oh, took a trip, took a book to three friends
this bitch said it’s open season
this miss been alone than she been
looking for some gentlemen
i’m hoping he been
feeling what i’m feeling and i hope that he can
..chilling for the whole team weekend
just.. put your hands on the figure, now you’re…

chorus:
listen now, i hip you, hip you now when i whistle
whistle out, i’m gonna switch you if you get what i hit you
with this …i’m gonna make you, run out with you
with you now i can’t forget you, get you now

i swear…
if you even … be a nightmare
i’mma make you… and keep you right there oh, oh

.. but that’s why
i wanna be your lady…
and you know what i want
if i could, if i could
chorus:
listen now, i hip you, hip you now when i whistle
whistle out, i’m gonna switch you if you get what i hit you
with this …i’m gonna make you, run out with you
with you now i can’t forget you, get you now

AZEALIA BANKS – Liquorice

Look, niggas really wanna beat they chest
For B.A.N.K.S.
These niggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh
These niggas be vanilla the chips be legitimate
They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linens with em
So since you vanilla men spend
Can my hot-fudge bitches get with your vanilla friends?
Hey, I’m the liquorice bitch
You know I’m lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich
I make hits muthafucka
Do you jiggle your dick when
Ya bitch pop singin on the liquorice hit, ya know

Can I catch your eye sir?
Can I be what you like, yeah?
I could be the right girl
Tell me if you like your
Lady in my my color
Can I be your type, yeah?
I could be the right girl
Tell me if you like your
Lady in my my color
Can I be your type, yeah?

I can set you right, woah
How are you tonight, sir?
All up in my life, oh
Hope you feel alright, yeah

Hey, I’m the liquorice bitch
You know I’m lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich
He got creme for ya color and a blue eye too
Hi, wanna get your number for your 212 line?
Maybe we can slumber
We can w-w-w wine
Why, I don’t do gay but if you want to, fine
Your fantasy can get that pitch black
Cause it’s gone erupt when ya slip in-betwixt that black snatch
Your like blizzak-ker-black-cat ema-nem-minatin
Where ya mizzat mustache at [?]
Huh, I bet you been extra gassed
I bet you wanna touch up on the molasses ass
I bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat kit-tay
Cause her kizzat s-shaved
You wanna cuddle with your bitch after, eh?
But I gotta dip
I gotta get at the cake
Lot of skrillac to make
And the dick don’t fuck up any skrillac for Banks
No issues pickin money over, haha, ya beige in her
She just wanna see the best in Greece and some gentlemen
And check these beats in the sun
He just wanna see the wet wet weave
When I’m swimmin in the West Indies
Then I sit up and catch this breeze
Sip a little rum and ting
Nigga

These bitches know that I be on my black girl shit
The black girl pin-up with that black girl dip
With that black girl spin up on ya wack girl tip
Ain’t official til I been up in that black girl kit
And take out ya mans and attack real quick
I’m a hit em with that venom and that rap girl hip
I flip out the denims know that black girl fit
Get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch
Bitches better tan for the summer
And for the haters,
Quit that chit-chat and get your paper
Quote the cinnamon and cherry melange bitch verbatim
When I speak about your face in the clams with the flavors
You get that?
And stimulate her
Take a lick up on my genital
And sit to savor
Do ya mans and his liquorice interest a favor

I could be the right girl
Tell me if you like your
Lady in my my color
Can I be your type, yeah?
I can set you right, woah
How are you tonight, sir?
All up in my life, oh
Hope you feel alright, yeah

Who-ooo
Who-ooo
Who-ooo
Who-ooo
Who-ooo
Ooo-oo-ooo
Who-ooo
Who-ooo

Can I hear it?

AZEALIA BANKS – L8R

[Verse 1:]
Yo, you rocking with with the man crook
You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook
No frontin’, it’s about his paper
He a giver, I’m a taker and a fibber and a faker
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain’t about a dollar, I’m a holler at you later

[Bridge:]
Yeah, you already know
I get the dough and it’s never slow (and it’s never slow)
Never know, and if you don’t, it’s whatever, yo
(Pay, pay, pay)
Gotta get it, gotta get, I gotta get it
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain’t about a dollar, I’m a holler at you later

[Verse 2:]
Light skin world, light skin girls
Switching his vanilla cause he likes that swirl, yeah
He like black girls and he love a musician
And fucking with this older nigga, he a fucking magician, son
He tricking off, cause my verse perverse
And jerking off when a bitch rehearse him
When I lift the skirt, your nigga never gotta be coerced
Just squirt and he eats the dessert and that’s some real shit
I mean real tits, nice ass, tight twat
Dome fucking up a nigga home, call a bitch S.W.A.T
I get it tighter than a gridlock
Open your face and let a bitch squat
I tell him you should let his bitch watch
Cause she wanna piss, nah
I tell her she could lick this box
Cause I ain’t really with that dick-swap
Even if you switch socks
Bitch is fishier than Chip Shop
And he was praying that her shit pop
Every time I say deeper, I get it warmer than a space heater
No ordinary taste either, this that candy
He was tryin’ lick it off to see through my panties
I was tryin’ kick it, but he was like can he-
Eat a little dinner, want to sit with my family
Nah, there’s probably not a lot in this container
If it ain’t about a dollar, I’m a holler at you later (ha!)

AZEALIA BANKS – Jumanji

This is that Jamma Jamma -
Go-Anthem-Banana-Getter,
You got a question, I’ll answer
For llama-mama I’m better,
But better
P-put ya bets up-
Trendsetter said get her cheddar,
Chinchillas feathers and leathers -
AB AB the two letters,
About my bread til dead up -
I plan to blam on all hammers,
Long weave out the limo – nanananananaana,
They want my photos and pictures inside of they candid cameras,
Bloggers critics & scandals
Man-handle-savage I’LL DAMAGE YA!

Real bitch all day, uptown, Broadway
Real bitch all day, uptown, Broadway

That cannon cannon could damn ya, ya aunties nana’s and grandmas, they all jamming the jammer,
Come join in and put ya hands up -

LET’S GO!
REEFER IN CABANAS
ALL MY VEHICLES HANDSOME
THE (FRANCK) MUELLERS WITH THE BEZELS I BOUGHT EM TO SPOIL THE FELLAS
THESE BITCHES AND THEY BANTER,
FUCK IS UP WITH THEY GRAMMAR?
THEY NEVER TALKING MONEY I CANT EVER UNDERSTAND EM

That cutie cutie bam beauty-
That juicy juicy who truly
Pack tooly’s/oozies in gucci’s
You fruity tootie n bootie
Don’t make me remove ya kufi
I do it cause it’s my duty -
Crazy and kinda spooky [?]

YO BOOBIE STEP UP YA COOCHIE!

Real bitch all day, uptown, Broadway
Real bitch all day, uptown, Broadway

All of my bitches bougie,
Designer vagina coochie,
These niggas all kinds of groupies
They flying they tryna scoop me

REEFER IN CABANAS
ALL MY VEHICLES HANDSOME
THE (FRANCK) MUELLERS WITH THE BEZELS I BOUGHT EM TO SPOIL THE FELLAS
THESE BITCHES AND THEY BANTER,
FUCK IS UP WITH THEY GRAMMAR?
THEY NEVER TALKING MONEY I CANT EVER UNDERSTAND EM [2x]

Get that, split that- make him spend that
Grip that, flip that, make ya chips stack whooooooaaa [2x]

AZEALIA BANKS – Ima Read

I’m a take that bitch to college
I’m a give that bitch some knowledge
Understand that your bitch top novice
Just clap your hands
Let me get my dollars
Smell the trees in the breeze, in the breeze
I’m a weed, I’m a weed, I’m a weed
I’m a dance, I’m a Kiki Ki
In fact
Your man’s gonna meet, meet me
Little G, Little G, Little G
I’m a hand you a free CD
Take a chance if you see me be
Click clack the engine I rip the fee
Betcha bleed, betcha bleed, betcha bleed
Nigga we, nigga we, nigga we
‘Nother reason to be sneaky
Whip up your pants, but you tricky tricks
I’m a- I’m a-
I’m a- That bitch
I’m a- I’m a- I’m a read
I’m a read, I’m a read, I’m a read

AZEALIA BANKS – Hood Bitch

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
I smoke and get high like Project Pat
Leave a nigga in the trap like a project rat
You wanna fuck with my money bust a hole through ya hat
And leave you rotting in the sewer, you the water on tap
Cause me and my bitches don’t play no more
Bum rush a nigga while he picks the juice at the store
Get him for his Christian Diors and Mauri gators
Niggas called the cops so he said “Come in, chasers”
Jesting every fucking skater for his skateboard
Wearing BBC denim, nigga, I’m a take yours
I’m a shake floors in my dry denim jeans
Black tee, black hair, and my lip gloss clean
I move like scene when I dip across the abstract
Got makeup leave the ticket on the dash
I’m looking for the cash cause I’m tryna’ cop the double-trunks
Boys act stupid so you know I’ve got to double-bump

[Hook: Lime]
You’re a woman like no other
You lift me when I’m down and blue
You make me care for you every day
There’s no other in my life but you
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2: Azealia]
You like the way Sevens stay up on my hip
But the nigga don’t never got something in they clip
Grip-grip got the chrome zip aimed at your lip
Never seen a young bitch pop like this
Yup, and the niggas really like this
Nameplate in the middle of my nice tits
Diesel and I’m higher than your flight is
On Verde day y’all playin’ where the kites is
Stay steamin’ where the sites is
Y’all bitches still gleaming at the prices
See through females like a psychic
She’s mad cause her man wanna pipe this
She could fuck around and get chopped into slices
Body parts in the gutter where the crap dice is
And that one’ll be a cold case
They found her head, it was missing her whole face
See I’m a scratch city
And I reach for the tech and spray
I spray just like Air Wick and Glade
But you won’t smell white lilies and sage
Wow this little girl sounds insane
I’ve been listening to Wayne and piffing up the brain
Long black weave and a few gold chains
Semi-automatic and some real good brain

[Hook: Lime]

[Bridge: Azealia]
I spit heavy on the beat like I’m tryna’ get the taste out
Them other niggas on it like they got the cake mouth
Seventeen, been hot since I came out
Got every whack rapper shaking like a change pouch
I make out then I send a nigga’s face off
Then to the left, boy you gotta break out
Don’t let the door hit you where the good lord split you
And the fifth will leave pool on the floor with you
Bitches better get like me
Fuck love I keep a couple tricks up my sleeve
So when one leaves another nigga’s in the elevator
So take the stairs, not the elevator

[Hook: Lime]

AZEALIA BANKS – Grand Scam

These bitches be about their little get the grand scam
When I [?] on ya nigga
Bet ya nigga man scram
Man man man man man
Man man man man man
These niggas be punanas with they little ban-dans
When I [?] it on ya nigga
Bet ya nigga man scram
Band full of thieves in the sand-tan Jeep
That bitch’ll get you hit up
Tell ya nigga don’t sleep
And that bitch’s switch is fitter
Then ya nigga don’t piece
If the ams get you nigga
Bet these bitches wont weep
Aim for the man with the
With the with the grand plan
You done ran from my niggas
You done hit the grand can-
Niggas be punanas with the little ban-dans
When I [?] it on ya nigga
Bet ya nigga man scram
Ha, Ima tell these niggas again sonny ya been gully
Don’t think cuz ya bitch funny, ya bitch bunny
Fuck the fun
Fuck the fun son
Niggas better run when I pull up at the function
Run get your guns tell ya nigga don’t front
On the hunt for this skrilla
But these niggas want a [?]
Bitches prima donnas
Bitch a- bitch a young skunk[?]
Spray the pump on these niggas
Now these niggas in the trunk
Dumped on your man like a pigeon can
Damn niggas crammed in the duffle
Niggas in the jam jam
Niggas be punanas with they little plan-plans
Its a ran for ya nigga when I get the damn chance
And understand all you niggas ham sans
When I [?] at you witnessin your little man-mans
I’m cuttin off your little man hand
Dump em in the river
Hope your nigga can’t swam
Can’t… can’t swam can’t…
Can’t… can’t can’t swam
These bitches be about that little
Get the grand scam
When I [?] it on ya nigga
Bet ya nigga man scram
Man man man man man
Man man
Niggas on that street shit, ha
Niggas in that deep shit, nah
Nah nah nah nah
Nah-nah nah-nah
Ah-ha ah-ha

AZEALIA BANKS – Fuck Up The Fun

[Talking:]
Tell him to keep that
Yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off
And lemme-lemme pop my shit
It is what it is hehe
Fuck is ya’ll niggas doing?
You ready bitch?
What up what up whatup?
Yo Yo Yo Yo!

Who want it? Who-who want it?
Which nigga little goon is gettin stewed with a onion?
Niggas all cute til the roogs in abundance
And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach

Bitch nigga, bitch get ya nigga
All these niggas just a little food for the dinner
And these niggas better tuck in their little jewels when I enter
Cause your bitch hot nigga finna fuck up the fun
Don’t fuck with your bitch when the rum in her punch
I might dance on these niggas but the gun in the butt
The gold Jimmy’s little mirror little stun in the clutch
And don’t slip up little nigga, ‘fore the stun in your nuts

Yo’ dude bout to fuck up your trust
He gonna run when I hit ya, put you under the pump
You gonna run with your nigga, now you closer enough
To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump (huh)

Go head go head nigga pop off
You can get your fam and your man’s and them shot off
I’m a get the AMS for ya and blow your top off
Shit funny til the gun in your face
You better run with your nigga, better open the safe
You better come up with the money better show up the weight
I’m gonna come with gorillas cause I run with the apes
And put shots in your butt like you wanted the cake

[Talking:]
Word
Most of ya’ll niggas is fucking pussies out here
Like I’ll slap all ya’ll niggas in the face
All in the mouth and All in the shit
Like where ya’ll nigga’s be comin from?
Ya’ll niggas is not [?]

Ok Ok Ok Ok
Bitches better quit that chat
These bitches better hold up with the yizzap-yap
I grips the 5th then click-clizzack clack
I hate to have to blow your little wig all back
I mean I hate to see you with your wig off bitch
I see you tryna come and get on bitch
You gonna trip, slip, fall land and lick on dick
It be the same nigga bout to come and lick on this

Scram hit the breeze
You a fan bitch please
Don’t sit up in my presence of ya lil bambin
Don’t get it at ya residence and get it so clean
Cause I’m slicker with the evidence and bitches won’t speak
And we can freak with your man this week
Bad bitches, you a nickel and your pussy game weak
I’m fickle and my pussy named peach
I can disappear and let the pussy game speak
Let the pussy game speak
Nigga’s know the center of the pussy stay pink
All these bitches better keep it going light feet
‘Fore I reach and that thing go BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!

[Talking:]
What?
Hahahaha
Fuck outta here ya’ll little internet ass bitches
Like I really do this
Like nigga’s is in Tokyo right now
Like come on ya’ll bitches is still on Myspace and YouTube tryna get ya’ll little video views up to a million
Like come on ya’ll bitches ain’t fucking with me
Like what kind amoney is ya’ll bitches really even getting for shows
Like is ya’ll bitches even doing shows?
Like come on like. Like come on, like ya’ll bitches is out here tryna like fuck these little rap niggas and fuck these little basketball players and shit
Like I’m getting this money for real for real for real
Come on now
Shit!

AZEALIA BANKS – Fierce

[Verse 1:]
Bambi bell of the boar
Benji better than ‘em all
Never been a flaw
Pretty kid the mannequin
The clothes silly, never been a drawer
When I purr, better than the poor
All are stir when she on the floor
Giving it in all, champainge always on the pour
Some happy others can applaud
Dumb bitches how you bet of course
Mermaid, right on the shore
Take the prints ground and aquine
Shoot ‘em down know the bitch is gone
Tell her brother’s on carry on
Downtown niggas heard a song
It’s ever on my head when it’s warm
South get the critics in the morgue
Have it glee shawty he’s a blown
Where the blue weave have blown
Other than my lawn,
They expect the bank and the poor

[Talking:]
See I used to think I was fierce ’cause I was in all the houses
I won trophies, I used to munch straight for dollars too
But see I’m fiercer now
‘Cause I got a job, I got an education
And I got someone waiting for me God damn it
Now, one queen asked me the other day was it
She told me, “Miss Thang you think you’re fierce? ”
I said, “Of course”
She said “All queens think they’re fierce”
I said, “Miss Thing, all queens and me!”

[Verse 2:]
I’ll never plee on my feast with the eyes
But these rhyme and let you redesign
So she go ahead in time
Come queen with the set of prize
Witness the baddest bitch alive
Reporting from rebellion late
Gorgeous and so what is mine
A girl want to thrill and the rhyme
Dope as a pearl when it shines
Welcome to her house in the sky

[Bridge:]
Ahahaha
The house, the house
Work with the house
‘Cause you paid an allowance to get the volume
Work with the house
Work with the house
Work with the house
‘Cause you paid an allowance to get the volume
Work with the house
Work with the house
Work with the house
‘Cause you paid an allowance to get the volume
Work with the house
Work with the house
Work with the house
‘Cause you paid an allowance to get the volume
The house, the house
Work me God damn it

[Verse 3:]
Fact that you get me moaning
Bad habit, my addiction where to show me
Mad addict and it did it to a friend
You better have tell it to a ten
Weigh down another to a shrim
Get together with the slim
Mermaid came on a swim
Wait to the gents, to my gyps and the spin
Turn tricks in the fucking end
He turns it to the fucking gym
You have gone mission to end
Come again, come again
You running with the brooms
And run to the gin
Bambi work it up like fellas in a gym
Hey fellas, fellas I’m better than a 10
I love in the gin like twelve on the skin
Young mademoiselle, the devil wears prada
I’m giving them hell you bitches getting nada

AZEALIA BANKS – Fantasea

Close to the moon [x3]
Oh so close to the moon
Close to the moon [x2]
I wanna take you so close

[Verse 1:]
A passion for life fantastic
Less they gonna go basket, next to go
I’m a hug against the good life, X n’ O
Hey, feel better than X n’ Blow
Get high from a line turn text to notes
See these niggas gased up like Texaco
Watch your bitch pulling Pepsi Co
Ever since it was a NBO
Had magic glow, young dynamo
Young fool, young killa’ with the finer flow
Young rapping doe, never will, never half a ho
Give me celebrate and have a toast
Young sister pretends to though

[Chorus:]
Boy me and you, oh
So close to the moon
If it’s okay-ay for you
Close to the moon
And I wannna take you so close
Tryina say I’m here for the fantasea
Trust me, your fantasea
Trust me, your fantasea
Take you close

[Verse 2:]
Fast forward live half your life
No wrong cause the cash was right
Have a bitch bling twice like a hazard light
More than weekly pass the fights
Non believers on astronome
Burning people like Fahrenheit
Run the world like Satellite
Baby girl got, baby girl got options
Right Dj to the beat, H pass the light
Far from the passive type
I excite your life and ass it
Better than your average
That is captain of the ship baby just imagine
Everything you want, you can have it
Trip, trip, trip, you on a magic
Do you really, really want the Ask us?
Growing with the Phoenix from the ashes
Corn with the Cash n’
No Quarter, No Ration
Numbers on the masses, runners of the nashin’
Anything you want is established
Anything you want you can have it

[Chorus]

[Music Interlude]

[Bridge:]
So close to the moon
If It’s okay for you
Oh so close to the moon
Oh so close to the moon
And I wanna take you so close

[Spoken Section:]
Life is a series of choices
What you eat, how You Look
Whether you do drugs or not
See only you can decide because the only person responsible is you
And if you make the right choice, there’s nothing you can’t accomplish
If you make the wrong choice, all your decisions will be made for you

[Bridge x2]

[Chorus]

[Unaltered Performance of Bridge]