Azealia Banks - Liquorice Lyrics
Send this Ringtone to your Cell[Verse 1]
Look, n*ggas really wanna beat they chests, for B-A-N-K-S
These n*ggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh
These n*ggas 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 b*tches get with your vanilla friends
Hey, I'm the liquorice b*tch
You know I'm looking for these n*ggas if these n*ggas is rich
I make hits motherf*cker do you jiggle your dick
When your b*tch pop singing on the liquorice hit, ya know
[Hook]
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 could set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir?
I'm living my life, oh
Hope ya feel alright, yeah
[Verse 2]
Hey, I'm the liquorice b*tch,
You know I'm looking for these n*ggas if these n*ggas is rich
Ya got creme for ya colors and a blue eye too
"Hi, I wanna get the number to ya 212 line,
Maybe we could slumber, we could woo woo woo!"
Why I don't do yay, but if you want to, fine
Your fantasy could get that pitch black
Cause it's gon' erupt when ya slip in betwixt that black snatch
Ya like blizzack-ker cat, ema-nem-manating where ya mizzat-mustache at?
Huh, I bet ya been extra gassed,
Bet ya really wanna touch up on the molasses ass
Bet ya really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today
Cause her kizzat sh-shaved, you wanna cuddle with ya b*tch after, eh?
But I gotta dip I gotta get at the cake
Lotta scrilla to make, and the d*ck don't f*ck up any scrillac for Banks
No issues picking money over ha-ha, ya beige in her
She just wanna see the best in Greece
With 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 these breeze, sip a little bit of Rum & Ting, n*gga
[Verse 3]
These b*tches know that I be on that black girl sh*t
That black girl pin-up with that black girl dip
Put that black girl spin up on ya whack girl tip
Ain't official till it been up in that black girl kit
Pick out ya mans and attack real quick,
I'ma hit him with that venom and that rap girl hip
I slip out the denims, know that black girl fit,
Get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch
B*tches better tan for the summer, and for the haters,
Quit that chit chat, and get ya paper
Quote the cinnamon, the cherry-melange b*tch verbatim
When I speak about ya face in the clam with the flavors
Ya get that? And stimulate her
Take a lick up on my genital, then sit to savor
Do ya man's and his liquorice interest a favor
[Hook]
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 set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir?
I'm living my life, oh
Hope ya feel alright, yeah
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