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      Azealia Banks

      Album: 1991

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      Azealia Banks - 1991 Música y Letra

      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 
      He wanna... wanna Juniper Breeze 
      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'm a 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: x2] 
      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 see none 
      Let me know what a man man man man want

      Azealia Banks - 1991 Música y Letra

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