AZEALIA BANKS – Chips

[Verse 1:]
Jammed in the bill came with the deal
This about to be another gym on the reels
You can dance if you’re with it but your games is on stills
But you can’t can’t slip it while the dance on shills
Saw your man, I should meet him, your man’s a tall as shit
What’s a freeze in a beezer, a hundred grand for the trip
When I lean I could greet him with then lamb on a strip
Little beams we could use them for the game and the fit
Damn little Lil’ D you’re the champ, you’re the shit,
You’re the glam, and a glance, your a vamp your a bitch
Listen up Nickie, you’re a fiend, you’re a trick
You be into these fits with your man’s in the grip
And hurt your bitch, heard your rich, nigga rich
Heard your click, had to lick
Can you stick to the bricks
And if it splits get your cran in your tips
Put your hand on your dick
Take a gander at this

[Chorus:]
High up in my mind, up in my eyes
We’ll realize this
So won’t you just show me one time
Right, and even your right the look in your eyes
I like it,
So won’t you just show me one time
Uh, uh, uh

[Verse 2:]
I’m everywhere you can’t go
I’m everywhere you wish you could
I’m sussed up in that Vienne Vogue
My weave long and my pussy good
I lift it up, and I tipped it slow
With that chocolate body that tootsie roll
That flirty Hershey, lawda mercy.
Do it to me, don’t hurt me, hurt me
Roll it, pole it, float your boat in
Pick it up it’s so slowly slowly
Smoothly smoothly, he hold it hold it
He packed the packing I’m throwing back
And I’m counting racks while he make the crack
If he acting up then he gettin slapped
If I pop the trunk, then he gettin clapped
If I pop the rump then I split your back

[Chorus:]
Hi, you been on my mind, you been on my eyes
Realize this
So won’t you just show me one time, what I like
Right, and even your right the look in your eyes
I like it,
So won’t you just show me one time, what I like
Uh, uh, uh

[Bridge:]
Can I get that
Can I get that whip
Can I take that trip
Can I get that grip
Can I split that chip on my bitch pack
Where my rich cat,
Will you keep that shit when you hit the script
When you hit that scene, and the scene get a tan
With your six pack, where my bitch pack
Where’d you get them clothes
How you make that roll, how you make that dose
Into slow, into slow, into slow, into six pack
Quit the chit chat
Before I rip that bow, when I rip your soul
When I rip that bow

[Chorus:]
Hi, you been on my mind, you been on my eyes
Realize this
So won’t you just show me one time, what I like
Right, and even your right the look in your eyes
I like it,
So won’t you just show me one time, what I like
Uh, uh, uh

AZEALIA BANKS – Barbie Shit

Keep it moving [x9]

[Hook:]
(Long weave, lipstick) I-I be on that Barbie Shit
(Pretty in the face and) A bitch look plastic [x2]

[Verse 1:]
What up, I fucks with all things monetary
My urge for the dough is involuntary
I need that cream like Ben and Jerry
I’m so caked up in the commissary
Used to eat mad chips at the frontof the league
Now I stack mad chips at the frontof the league
And I got mad clips at the front of the Jeep
So don’t get caught trying to sample the cheese, huh
Nacho like you can’t have lactose
I stay with new shit like assholes
Smoke that weed, get buck like rascals
Niggas wanna pop, put them up like tadpoles
Who’s that? Who’s me? You already know
Ms. Banks, 18, all about the dough
Mocassins, zooted jeans and polo
Frank hat, 151 logo
In Soho, eyes low from the loco
Cause I hit that swish like a chokehold
Y’all just clowning, niggas straight Bozos
Still cherry lounging? Man that’s an old flow
Who is a copy?
A bitch don’t dance? better do it for 5 g’s
Niggas stay frontin’ like their clothes worth somethin’
Well that looks like H&M to me
Run around town talking about a triple beam
And they getting cream and they got the nina
Done coined a misdemeanor
Felony money, that’s my demeanor
I keep this cash like my eyelashes nigga, long and pretty
I get flyer than the next bitch do, and I never had to put one brick in the womb

[Hook:]
(Long weave, lipstick) I-I be on that Barbie Shit (yeah!)
(Pretty in the face and) A bitch look plastic [x4]

[Verse 2:]
That bitch own a pair of sixes, but I own a pair of fives
And my Nudie jeans look better than her Levis
Bitches steady hating, anticipating and waiting
For conversation, they wanna come chill with the dope bitch
Long weave, lipstick, I be on that barbie shit
Got a pack of swishers and a bag of purple by the tits
I like freaky-deaky shit, so a freaky bitch (keep uh…)
Big dick niggas at the top of my buddy list
Won’t sex till ya lick my clit and tell me where the money is
Dumb birds, just occurred they get no words like sign language and shit
We just pull up in the whip
Cock that 4-5th like I’m missing one finger, bitch
That last line was clever
Duck, Duck, Bitch, get down like feathers!
A-Z-E-A-L-I-A is G-A-N-G-S-T-A
Clap on a nigga like Ay Bay Bay
We’ll pull the trigger out in broad day
So y’all bitches better watch where the fuck you look and what you say

[Hook:]
(Long weave, lipstick) I-I be on that Barbie Shit (yeah!)
(Pretty in the face and) A bitch look plastic [x4]

AZEALIA BANKS – Azealia Skit

[Talking:]
Hey this one is to say Thank you
To everybody who downloaded this mixtape
I worked really really hard on this
I really hope you guys have as much fun listening to it
As I had making it
Uhm, Shout out to everybody who like helped get me this far
Everyone at BBC everyone at MTV
Everyone at Interscope and everyone at Palidor
Thank you guys so much
All my friends and family and you know
All the super talented producers I worked with it
And everyone else I worked it
You know, my dj, my dancers and
The fans, the fans, the fans, the fans
Thank you guys so much
That’s it

AZEALIA BANKS feat. Styles P – Nathan

[Azealia Banks:]
What up, what up?
Do you motherfuckers
Wanna gamble with your luck?
Better roll four, five, six
Then up and up
I’m a roll head, crack trips
You got the nuts?
I’m a call your bluff like
“I’m next, small talk”
Never turn the big bucks
Fine man, fuck got they
Hand and with a fucking fine man
Smoke a lotta ciga
Do a nigga have to bust this nigga?
I don’t wanna slump this nigga
I don’t wanna dump this nigga
I don’t wanna lunch this nigga
I don’t wanna hit your little goon
In the chest and the stomach
Douche gut this nigga
You don’t really want this nigga

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
(Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan)

[Styles P:]
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Fuck is y’all anticipating?
That will make me just lose my patience
Grab a gun and just strip you naked
No KONY, no island
Phony nigga, you was never wildin’
Warrior nigga, I’m forever styling
No trying, four five ‘em
We looking for ‘em, I’m lying
Two guns up, I’m riding
You ain’t looking for me, I ain’t hiding
Ain’t the park nigga, no sliding
You could see saw, see a sawed-off or C4
“Bom Pow! ”
Nigga Batman words
“Where the juice? ”
Nigga gat man words
“Where’s the bread? ”
Nigga fat man words
“Where’s the block? ”
Nigga crack man words
Ya niggas, ya niggas
Can’t fuck with my niggas
That’s my word
Yeah it’s Ghost
And Azealia Banks
Go head nigga
You can feel that shank
Go head nigga
Just light your dank
Mind your business
And drink your drink
Yeah!

[Azealia Banks:]
Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

Ketchup
I’m hot, dog
Frankfurters, you’re Nathan
But relish hatin’
Trust me, I pop off
Ain’t one of ya’ll
None of ya’ll gonna make it
Spread you like Mustard
Don’t trust em’
Burn em’, boil em’
Grill em’, bake em’
Nada, no problem
Zero, zilch em’, vacant
It’s nothing- Nathan
Back to the basics, poppin’ Aces
Poker face, I’ll pop your face in
You already know I got this blazin’
Back up with that cocky statement
Don’t make me have to cock my favorite
How you want it, roof or basement?
Birds Eye view or bottom lake it
How bout gon strip to make it?
Stripped em naked, stripped the bacon
Left this muthafucka with his pistol shaking
Racy like eight Jamaicans
Bust your nigga grape and
I scraped his raisin
Kept my cool and I held my patience
I bet your boy becomes a trauma patient
I bet your boy ease up the combination
If you ain’t talking money
Skip the conversation

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

Y’all niggas, stay hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan
Y’all niggas don’t want no drama
(Y’all niggas don’t want no problems)
Y’all niggas, y’all niggas, y’all niggas
Y’all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y’all hating
Y’all niggas ain’t getting Nathan

AZEALIA BANKS – Aquababe

[Verse 1:]
These public pool, bitches
Ain’t really mermaids
Private beach Malibu, nigga!
Weave up in the shade
How do you, follow figure?
Yeah, you that other wave
She party pretty
She party plenty
It’s like everyday
I commence you film a picture
It’s a fantasea
Get another, pitcher liquor
Off that tank of red
Okay, celebrate, let’s celebrate
That aquababe, sashé
Boulevard, Runway
Bitches, witness bitches
They’ve been afraid
These nigga’s bitches be bitches
They smellin’ of fish and eggs!
She sell it bigger and bigger
Difference gave it all away
Seashells on my two ta-tas
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 like
Niggas look away
Is it a problem?
Clap ‘em, clock ‘em, blam ‘em
Every chopper spray
The ball like Madden
The trunk clunkin’ everyday
I see you don’t want that
Rusty, rowdy type, ok?
Okay, okay, huh?
(Okay, okay, huh?)
(Okay, okay, huh?)
(Huh? Huh? Huh?)

[Verse 3:]
Cinnamon, gentlemen
With that kind of taste?
I be killin’ ‘em, killin’ ‘em
Like murder everyday
When does it get
The ABs on display?
I hit you, spit 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 focused
I floated out the bluest ocean
This smash on your set, honey?
Get this shit 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’ the moment

(Swimming in all these people)
(Bitch, surfin’ homies)
(Swimming in all these people)
(Bitch, surfin’ homies)

[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’ ravish
Aqua fancy
She get the fly shit
Then dip it back in

Ha, ha

AZEALIA BANKS – 1991

Oh, la la la
Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine
Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant
Ce soir with your bitch, cafe au lait
Voulez-vous nigga mad Francois
Who are you nigga, hahaha
Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie
Young noobie, young coochy tight
Young juicy, young Uzi-mic
Rata-tat-tat-tat
Nick-nack pitty-pat-pat-pat
Silly cat, you know how that scratch
How you do that, do that, do do that that that
1991 my time has come
Oh nah nah Ma
Your time is done
Primadonna Mama, like a virgin
Private jets, my flights, no fly Virgin
I sell you, you buy, that’s my version
Mommy tie these rhymes it’s my verses
Oh me, oh my
Illuminati princess
Pyramid, one eye, on my assets
Here it is, off top, peep my progress
Here it is, off top, peep my progress
Peep my progress, here it is off top
He took her to the Louvre in Paris
You want a chance with a youngin
You wanna ruin the weave
I get the grams and the hundreds
And the shoe with the bleed
And fit the grams and the hundreds
Send the Lou to the V
High class, no school, the tuition is free
Lil Bam(bi) no fool
And tuition is G
Gimme the gem or the jewels
I’ll commission a fee
I make hits motherfucker
Never do it for free, ha
Young tender from the NYC
No contender
None in my league
Young kill-em-in-the-denims
Young venom on the M-I-C
Young villain and
Developing the heat that’s sick
Elite rap bitch
I gotta send that beat back quick
Tip-tipping on these niggaz, suck a d-dick
Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga
I’m be that bitch, what
Just believe that shit
You gonna be a bitch nigga
I’m be that bitch
Believe that shit
Believe that shit
Nigga I’ma be that bitch

Come around, come around
Let the litte Bambi run it down, run it down
With a sip of Bailey’s
Sip of champy on the alls
Nineteen number naughty baby
Press it on your dial
Sex kitten honeys
No cougars in the house
I’m hush the rumors and the doubt
Came in the game with a beat and a bounce
Never for the fame, my feet on the ground
Cloud number nine, headed to the stars
Baby I ride with my mic in my bra
Baby I recite in the raw the appetite for life and the hunger for the more
The island of Manhattan
I was Born in New York, city never slumbers
I would always dream it never sleep to the hundreds
Coco with the cream in abundance
Million dollar baby you can get it if you want it, what

[Outro: repeat 2X]
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can can can can do for you
If you don’t speak, boy you know you won’t see none
Let me know what a man man man man want
NY rose me, most high chose me
Let me know what I can can can can do for you
If you don’t speak, boy you know you won’t none
Let me know what a man man man man want

AZEALIA BANKS feat. Lazy Jay – 212

Hey, I can be the answer
I’m ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip get your camera
You can see I been that bitch since the pamper
And that I am that young sis the beacon
The bitch who wants to compete and
I can freak a fit that pump with the peep and
You know what your bitch become when her weave in
I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and
Sit in that lunch if you’re treatin’
Kick it with the bitch who comes from Parisian
She know where I get mine from and the season
Now she wanna lick my plum in the evenin’
And fit that tongue tongue d-deep in
I guess that cunt gettin’ eaten
I guess that cunt gettin’ eaten
I guess that cunt gettin’ eaten
I guess that cunt gettin’ eaten
I guess that cunt gettin’…

I was in the 212
On the uptown A
Nigga you know what’s up
Or don’t you?
Word to who made ya
I’m a rude bitch nigga
What are you made up of?
I’m a eat your food up boo
I could bust your 8
I’m a do one too
Fuck you gone do?
I want you to make bucks
I’m a look right nigga
Bet you do want to fuck
Fuck em like you do want to cum
Your gay to get discovered in my 2 1 deuce
Cock-a-lickin’ in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo
In your doo-rag too son?
Nigga you’re a kool-aid dude
Plus your bitch might lick it
Wonder who let you come to 1 2
With your doo-doo crew son
Fuck, are you into, huh?
Niggas better ohh run-run
You could get shot homie
If you do want to put your guns up
Tell your crew don’t front
I’m a hoodlum nigga
You know you were too once
Bitch I’m ’bout to blew up too
I’m the one today
I’m the new shit boo
Young repunzel
Who are you bitch, new lunch?
I’m a ruin you cunt
I’m a ruin you cunt
I’m a ruin you cunt
I’m a ruin you cunt

A-yo
I heard you ridin’ with the same tall, tall tale
Tellin’ em you made some
Sayin’ you runnin’ but you ain’t goin’ no where
Why you procrastinate girl?
You got a lot but you just waste all yourself
They’ll forget your name soon
And won’t nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah

What you gone do when I appear?
W-when I premier?
Bitch the end of your live are near
This shit been mine, mine
What you gone do when I appear?
W-when I premier?
Bitch the end of your live are near
This shit been mine, mine

Bitch I’m in the 212
With the 5th cocked nigga
It’s the 2 1 zoo
Fuck you gone do
When your goons sprayed up
Bet his bitch won’t get em
Betcha you won’t do much
See even if you do want to bust
Your bitch’ll get you cut and touch your crew up too
Pop you playin’ with your butter
Like your boo won’t chew
Cock the gun too
Where you do eat poon hun
I’m fuckin’ with your cutie q
What’s your dick like homie?
What are you into?
What’s the run dude?
Where do you wake up?
Tell your bitch keep hatin’
I’m a new one too, huh?
See I remember you when you were
The young new face but you do like to
Slumber don’t you?
Now your boo up too hun
I’m a ruin you cunt

What you gone do when I appear?
W-when I premier?
Bitch the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine
What you gone do when I appear?
W-when I premier?
Bitch the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine
This shit been mine, mine
This shit been mine, mine

Azealia Banks – Atlantis

Hi, hi, alright, hey, alright,
Why you’ve been running your mouth
All out, and wipe for it’s just island
Right to mention you, and I heard why a word
But I was in New York, New York, New York

I, I, I know you might like do you feel her world
But you just ride away in desire
Tryina say hello, some of you mean hello
It’s alright, let’s do, let’s do

You know I spit slick game, slick game, to the brothers
When I hip hop slang bang bang for the summer
I’m the sweet 16 they say you the summer
So they named, named me the mother
Of hip hop, pray, pray for your butter
You in tip top shake, shake nigga running
To the escape, straight, straight to the cover
Little wish pop, Jupiter queen
Your bitch make hits that will go for free
I can’t take that risk, never 2 out of 3
And took the 3 our the scene
The blue in the wave
And hit the bam bams niggas then it blue in the raise
Word to you and the man get the blow in the cheese
If you a big shot nigga I’am see you believe
… you little witch pop nigga hoping to be

You know I spit slick game, slick game, to the brothers
When I hip hop slang bang bang for the summer
I’m the sweet 16 they say you the summer
So they named, named me the mother
Of hip hop, pray, pray for your butter
You in tip top shake, shake nigga running
To the escape, straight, straight to the cover
Little wish pop, Jupiter queen
Your bitch make hits that will go for free
I can’t take that risk, never 2 out of 3
And took the 3 our the scene
The blue in the wave
And hit the bam bams niggas then it blue in the raise
Word to you and the man get the blow in the cheese
If you a big shot nigga I’am see you believe
… you little witch pop nigga hoping to be.