Azealia Banks – 212 Lyrics

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[Verse 1]
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 could 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 could 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 treating
Kick it with your bitch who come from Parisian
She know where I get mine from, and the season

Now she wanna lick my plum in the evening
And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in

I guess that cunt getting eaten
I guess that cunt getting eaten
I guess that cunt getting eaten
I guess that cunt getting eaten


[Verse 2]
I was in the 212
On the uptown A, nigga you know what’s up or don’t you
Word to who made you
I’m a rude bitch, nigga, what are you made up of?
I’m-a eat your food up, boo
I could bust your eight, I’m-a do one too, fuck ya gon' do?
I want you to make bucks, I’m a look-right nigga, bet you do want to fuck
Fuck him like you do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuce
Cock-a-licking 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 one-two
With your doo-doo crew son,
fuck are you into, huh
Niggas better oooh-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 Rapunzel
Who are you, bitch, new lunch?
I’m-a ruin you, cunt

[Bridge]
Ayo, I heard you're riding with the same tall, tall tale
Telling them you made some
Saying you're grinding but you ain't going nowhere
Why you procrastinate girl
You got a lot, but you just waste all yours and
They'll forget your name soon
And won't nobody be to blame but yourself yeah


[Hook]
What you gon' do when I appear
W-when-when I premiere
Bitch, the end of your lives are near
This shit been mine, mine


[Verse 3]
Bitch, I’m in the 212
With the fifth cocked, nigga,
it's the two-one-zoo
Fuck you gon' do, when your goon sprayed up
Bet his bitch won't get him, betcha you won't do much
See, even if you do want to bust
Your bitch’ll get you cut and touch you crew up too, Pop

You're playing with your butter like your boo won’t true cock
The gun, too -- where you do eat poon, hon?

I’m fucking with you, 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 hating, I’m the 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, hon
I'm-a ruin you, cunt


[Hook]

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