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Azealia Banks (Azalia Banks) - Aquababe

15 июля 2012 г. Просмотров: 940 RSS
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[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


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