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Текст песни Azealia Banks (Azalia Banks) - 1991 слова

6 сентября 2012 г. Просмотров: 1944 RSS
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[Verse 1]

Oh, là là là

Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine

Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant

Ce soir with your bitch, café 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 niggas, suck a d-dick

Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga

I’mma be that bitch, what

Just believe that shit

You gonna be a bitch nigga

I’mma be that bitch

Believe that shit

Believe that shit

Nigga ima be that bitch


[Verse 2]

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’mma 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


[Refrain 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 none

Let me know what a man man man man want


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