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Azealia Banks - Broke With Expensive Taste Album Lyrics



Azealia Banks - Broke With Expensive Taste Lyrics






Idle Delilah

Idlest Delilah
Darling, do ya like beige in your coffee? Tea? A wild-?
Wild breeze on a day, a dawn
Oft' indeed a child, smiles at me cause I'm made of yarn
Dolly, me? Am I? I'll trade a dollar for ya dime, oh
Idlest Delilah
Trout and trees remind me of my
Darling 'D the Diver,'
Diver D was a satyr - a
Father figurine
I made him run away with his stale lung
Folly me am I? Oh, Idol-less Delilah
Darling Miss Delilah
While you're wasting your days alone
All your friends are hired, all your friendships are fading
Don't try to cheat the dial, don't look the other way
It could play out wrong
Are you suicidal?
Are you in denial?
Idlest Delilah
While you're 'wake hear my latest song
Glad to see you smile
Glad to see you so stable
What's all of these divided by the pile of peas on the nape of your..
Dolly me am I? I'll trade a dollar for your dime
I'll take you

Slick snapper, Soul Clap on 3
Hi-hatter the dip-dapper pretty pat this "p"
Tip-tapper the chit-chatter, ready rap AB
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crab ain't me
He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said, "The puss deeper than the deep blue sea"
Indeed, the puss deeper than the three fugees
Loopy!, the Lucy, said she loses no winks!
Stay up in ya face beverage with ya ~ baby!
Applauded the favorite, so clap on 3
They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink!
They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink
Something to sip savor, made ya blink and think
Stay puffin the piff, paper-making-hits ain't cheap!
Yep, and I flew Jamaican Jake for dick and Ki
They loving the mixed flavors lift ya pink and clink
London to main state, I'm major, Miss AB
They f*cking with young savior, make her rich and sweet
Loving ya luck lady, lick ya lip and wink

(It's that jam g, it's just flavors-
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crap ain't me
He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said the puss deeper than the deep blue sea
Indeed the puss deeper than the three foot jeans
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crap ain't me, he took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said the puss deeper than the deep blue sea, indeed the puss deeper than the three foot jeans
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Writer: AZEALIA BANKS, KEVIN JAMES, HARVEY MASON JR., DAVID KENNEDY
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Gimme A Chance

That's the way that our love can grow
(Can grow, can grow, can grow, can grow)

Carolina H fits, hottest bitch from the block
Used to puff Phillies n' Duchies n' Stuff Nicks
Now I light doobies, the cutie from five fifth!
Life like a movie, she typing her own script
What this? young sis, made it from the cement
Started pushing her own bricks
Put on for her city, I pop in Metropolis
Hold this- chocolate and focused. know this- vocal and chosen
Opponents, leave 'em dead in they own crypt!
Murder she wrote, she prefer it in cursive
The purse sick, the verse is perversive
They worship, making the words skip
Superb witch in demand, she's perfect
Understand the plan the blueprint
100 grand in the hand its on grip

That's the way that our love can grow
Make the play and then not too slow
Gimme A Chance, I will have to make you dance
Make a play upon the dance floor
I'll be waiting there 'till knock the door

Money getting galore, cream cover the pores
Honey drip on ya jaw, Mami spittin' allure
I'mma get it for sure, getting it all
I'm dreaming it big, 2Pac it Shakur!
Vision it clear, who's stopping a star?
You deep in the rear while I'm knocking it forward
Impressing the pair/peer, but 3 get 'em a charm
You checking from where? New Yorker to heart
Harlem girl from the block, ponytail with the part
If you give me a gimme a, I'mma give you a lot
Many Benji's from Penny's bet you can't hustle a fox!
Tony, Oscar, or Emmy is you acting or not?
Phony homies and any and who happen to plot?
They come up with empty, while you beam to the top
While you cream of the crop!

That's the way that our love can grow
Make the play and then not too slow
Gimme A Chance, I will have to make you dance
Make a play upon the dance floor
I'll be waiting there 'till knock the door

Llevate el dinero, y ese bandolero
Nada me hace falta, y yo a el no lo quiero
Todo mi vida cambiado, estoy mejor cada dia
Lamento informarte, no funcionó la brujería!
Mira como baila, la nena morena
Mira como baila, sin llanto, ni Pena
Mira como baila, la nena morena
Mira como baila, sin llanto, ni Pena

Libre independiente, me dice la gente
Rebelde y Caprichosa, pero eso es otra cosa
Yo mucho pa ti, tu muy poco pa mi
Ahora mas que nunca, me siento feliz
Actitud positiva, la regla de mi vida
Si no me conviene, hacia mi no viene
En control me quede estoy a cargo de todo
Mi vida, mi suerte como dicen ache!

Mira como baila, la nena morena
Mira como baila
sin llanto, ni Pena
Mira como baila
la nena morena
Mira como baila, la nena morena
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Writer: AZEALIA BANKS, KEVIN JAMES, HARVEY MASON JR., OSKAR CARTYA, JOHN SCHMERSAL, TOKYO YASUDA
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC






Desperado

Yeah, you know what it is, it's Hot 97
My name is Peter Rosenberg, and, uh
We're gonna get to some new music right now
This is a record called "Desperado"
Okay, by my girl, Azealia Banks
Man, I've been waiting for Zee Banks
Waiting for Zee Banks
Waiting for Zee Banks

(Desperado)
Ups and ups, seductive pup
Flux - did a dip, pack up and strut
Up's nigga, w-what's up nigga?
With that buck, can i get that rrr-rompin' uh?!
Mutts in tux, deluxe and such
I be in the mirror lookin' Luxe N Plush
Looks and such, seductive strut
I be Aquafizzy or that Passion Punch
Or the Fashions Munch, but the fabric's lush
You don't get the access; none
Spun him on my axis - Sun
Hit him with the hazard, hun
Denim and a satin rump
Blend it with the carrot blush
Plus I got the cash and the bass have you spazzin' some
Come get your limps in bum
Dinner with the princess one
Printed in expensive funds

That's how I do my thing!
Desperado!
Hey, yo!
That's how I do my thing!
Desperado!

I be pretty, prissy, plenty plush and stuff
You be piggy-pissy, penny-crushed and crunched
Crust and dust, slumped and jumped
Queen scissor-cut suit, other's not trump
Giddy up, this buck - titty tuck, no such
I be freaky frizzy in the front and such
You be very sleazy lady-lump hip-strut
Betty-bump this bun, parrrump-pun-dun

That's how I do my thing!
Desperado!
Hey, yo!
That's how I do my thing!
Desperado!
Hey, yo!
That's how I do my thing!
Desperado!
Hey, yo!
That's how I do my thing!
Desperado!
Hey, yo!
Desperado!
Hey, yo!
Desperado!

We're sorry, your call cannot be completed as dialed
Please, check the number, and dial again
And dial again
And dial again
And dial again

Desperado!
Desperado!
Hey, yo!
That's how I do my thing!
Desperado!
Hey, yo!
That's how I do my thing!
Desperado!
Hey, yo!

Hit 'em with that acid tongue
Venom in that Python Pump
Bet he hunt this hun
Here the huntress come
Get amongst this one
If the freaky function fun
I could be the perfect one
Splurgin' on the purchase, yum
Mergin' on the purpose, won
When the verse is spun, I'ma Hertz this
Can't-can't rehearse this, none

This is 147th street
This is 167th
Desperado!
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Writer: AZEALIA BANKS, KEVIN JAMES, HARVEY MASON JR., DANIEL FAHEY, MATTHEW COLEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC, Songtrust Ave






JFK

First lady in the floor, I'm sexy in Dioré
As we go on and on and on, from the dust till the dawn
Fully vamping in the song, it's a ball not a prom
Have a ball at the bar, at the promenade
Yo shorty with the gorge, the allure of a star
They applaud and in, the chips in her palm
What's a pidgeon to a swan, a queen to a pawn
Luxury is on looking to explore the bambi on the lawn
Red carpet to the car and a garment from the guards
I drips in the garden, you a target for the star
Assassinate the look murderin' the gown
Fashion killer the body on the ground
Get the picture nobody fit the crown
She's the winner the lobby with the smile
Jet black weave 'bout the length of a mile
Jet black feet while I clever craft styles
Miss I'll flip this and dip-dip twaow!
Miss, I been this, you must've missed out
Dope when dressed up, ya boy strung out
His Girl pressed, now behave, calm down
Sip on old grapes and be laid lounge
Baby you look late, come peep my now
Giving them good taste, the great's don't have
Mommy keep blaze, better get that cake
Shimmy it on stage, i'm giving them good face
Somebody on her page, somebody is amazed
It's just another day for the dame, just another day for the dame

I am MISS ICON and I swore, I saw
A shade of green on ya and I took (I took)
Time to teach ya, taught an allure (allure)
A LA-DA-DY you wasn't before
Finer, Free, High-Modern and more (and more)
You favor me, now how I adore ya! (Do you?)
Dine or Tea? Italian For two? (For two?)
A day to be around here with you!!

(Hey!)
Grand champ, it's the bougie - the handsome
Romance in advance, hit ya boo on her Samsung
Beach bunnies, from Aruba to Cancun
Ya bitch save money just to move with the anthem
So prepare my niggas, gourmet grape taste, we rare my niggas
He where? He wear flair, beware my niggas
You scared, you see-through, you clear my nigga
You boys Scooby and Doo, I'm really groovy and frost
You niggas cooped in a hoop, i'm Cooley High in the Porsche
I put these niggas on mute, to whom it may not concern
I got the bitch with the juice, you got the bitch with the germ
2Pac in the coup, Westside with the herb
I got a flock of the hoots, a-list of the birds
White model the muse, Arizona the first
I took a trip from the Moon, to JFK for that work

I am Miss Icon
I've seen you all of green, high-modern miss
I taught - I'll teach you how to allure!
Dine or Tea, Italian miss
I oughta meet ya darling
How finer free now how I adore - ya!
I am Miss Icon
I've seen you all of green, high-modern miss
I taught - I'll teach you how to allure!
Dine or Tea, Italian miss
I oughta meet ya darling
How finer free now how I adore

I am MISS ICON and I swore, I saw
A shade of green on ya and I took (I took)
Time to teach ya, taught an allure (allure)
A LA-DA-DY you wasn't before
Finer, Free, High-Modern and more (and more)
You favor me, now how I adore ya! (Do you?)
Dine or Tea? Italian For two? (For two?)
A day to be around here with you!!
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: ALEXANDER GREEN, AZEALIA BANKS, KEVIN JAMES, THEOPHILUS LONDON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC






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Idlest Delilah
Darling, do ya like beige in your coffee? Tea? A wild-?
Wild breeze on a day, a dawn
Oft' indeed a child, smiles at me cause I'm made of yarn
Dolly, me? Am I? I'll trade a dollar for ya dime, oh
Idlest Delilah
Trout and trees remind me of my
Darling 'D the Diver,'
Diver D was a satyr - a
Father figurine
I made him run away with his stale lung
Folly me am I? Oh, Idol-less Delilah
Darling Miss Delilah
While you're wasting your days alone
All your friends are hired, all your friendships are fading
Don't try to cheat the dial, don't look the other way
It could play out wrong
Are you suicidal?
Are you in denial?
Idlest Delilah
While you're 'wake hear my latest song
Glad to see you smile
Glad to see you so stable
What's all of these divided by the pile of peas on the nape of your..
Dolly me am I? I'll trade a dollar for your dime
I'll take you

Slick snapper, Soul Clap on 3
Hi-hatter the dip-dapper pretty pat this "p"
Tip-tapper the chit-chatter, ready rap AB
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crab ain't me
He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said, "The puss deeper than the deep blue sea"
Indeed, the puss deeper than the three fugees
Loopy!, the Lucy, said she loses no winks!
Stay up in ya face beverage with ya ~ baby!
Applauded the favorite, so clap on 3
They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink!
They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink
Something to sip savor, made ya blink and think
Stay puffin the piff, paper-making-hits ain't cheap!
Yep, and I flew Jamaican Jake for dick and Ki
They loving the mixed flavors lift ya pink and clink
London to main state, I'm major, Miss AB
They f*cking with young savior, make her rich and sweet
Loving ya luck lady, lick ya lip and wink

(It's that jam g, it's just flavors-
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crap ain't me
He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said the puss deeper than the deep blue sea
Indeed the puss deeper than the three foot jeans
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crap ain't me, he took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said the puss deeper than the deep blue sea, indeed the puss deeper than the three foot jeans
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Azealia Amanda Banks, Jef Martens
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Sentric Music, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Wallace

Hot lava, hot lava
Hot high Lady Lucid, the city
What, what up? Rottweiler?
I might take ya to it, get ready

Friar flyer, I'm the Nostra-dyme
And I say, say I says how do ya?
I cloud all day and night, outta sight
I'm miss "so-high" so I wore some eye wears and tie-dye
Alright, young blood, nice to know ya
Should give my name, if I think ya knew it already
What a brave design, what a time
Ay, Monsieur I'm so live and so world-wide

If that's what you know, Wallace, I say yo
Come and talk to me, beam me up
When I reach that one, do you wild out?
I suppose I been hot in Europe, yep
Tel Aviv, Istanbul, Seoul, London, Toyko
Dawn is Dusk to me, believe me yup
When I beat that drum boy, go
Wallace, I say yo
Come and talk to me, beam me up

He said it's just me MISS BANK$
A.K.A. Nestlé
A.K.A. Best He, ever had sex
He ever got licked, but he never got swallowed
Bitch you know that nigga in the Sugar-Pop lotto
He was on her Twitter, but he never got followed
I'm a chin-up with that win I get the yen and pop bottles
And umm.. official with the hitter-hop, y'all know
Ocie-beachie bathing with that, that top model
And umm.. he already know what it does
I got hair for ya nigga, keep it deep in the fuzz
I chat-cheek-cheeky chickle, sip a giggly-grape
Yes I jiggle when I wiggle-shake it, shook up the bait
Best to get her mister, for ya best one do
The jet-setter with the pleasure and the wet pum-poom
The Black-Cherry on her tickle when her breast undo
Ya lick the left on ya gotta lick the right one too, nigga!

Yeah, I'm stylin, a starlet, a scene...
Carve a diamond tiara, pour tea...
One time for Señora Cherry, Cherry!
Yeah, I'm lilac and laurel a tease
You're a giant, I saw all your teeth
Rottweiler, let's barter let's see

Bow-Wow yippee-yo yippee-yay
Poochie, you big dog? Then bite for a taste!
Kitty in many cities, you licking for a lay?
Claiming the big ticket then pay what you say!
Benji's and Euro-izzy, The Yin for the Yang
Touring the world Crazy Make Rottweiler gray
Bottles of Gold frizzy, she's frosty and chaste
Dead doggy-dog belongs in the Grave

If that's what you know, Wallace, I say yo
Come and talk to me, beam me up
When I reach that one, do you wild out?
I suppose I been hot in Europe, yep
Tel Aviv, Istanbul, Seoul, London, Toyko
Dawn is Dusk to me, believe me yup
When I beat that drum boy, go
Wallace, I say yo
Come and talk to me, beam me up

Hot lava, hot lava
Hot high lady Lucy, the city
Rottweiler, rottweiler
I might take it to you get ready
Hot lava, hot lava
Hot high lady Lucy, the city
Rottweiler
Rottweiler
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Writer: AZEALIA BANKS, FILIP NIKOLIC, KEVIN JAMES, TREVOR MCFEDRIES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC






Heavy Metal And Reflective

Fridgy Froze Kept, It's that fresh
Bitch, I be in that prissy stone set, w
That wet wrist, flighty bitch- that
Prissy bow, with that necklace

I be "very freaky tickle cherry" its
That best bitch!

I be in that 750 head up, with that hex
Witch, I could spit that prissy poem-
Sex with her breakfast, I could break ya
Nigga bone! wanna bet bitch?

I be VIP I been knew cheddar you be
Guest list, I be PYT you Billie Jean you
Been that ex bitch! Icy with that cicle
WHOA! It's that next shit

I be gettin several you be zero bet
You pressed bitch, I be looking
Very heavy metal and
Reflective - I could get that

I be cherry deeky
When it swell up
Get that best dick

I be very cheeky
Bitch I'm better
Bet you wet bitch

I be freaky halo
Get that Heaven Head
Now bless this!
I could get that

I know you know well
I'm with that
Get Rich

I'm in every city
They say Hello...
To the Head Bitch

Find me in the borough
If you thorough
If that bread flip

I be looking very
Heavy metal and reflective
I could get that

Its some sex shit -
I be with that Betty
With that bubble and them breast-es

I be looking very
Jiggle Jello in them dresses
I be with the pedi
In the puddle reminiscing
I could get that

I know you know well
I'm with that
Get Rich
I'm in every city
They say Hello
To the Head Bitch
Find me in the borough
If you thorough
And that bread flip
I be very Linky
Heavy Metal and Reflective
I could get that

I be Cherry Deeky
When it swell up
Get that best dick

I be in the Osaka
With the papa
Took the best trip
Buy me Tamagotchi
Sippin Sake and Moet-ses
I could get that

I know you know well
I'm with that
Get Rich
I'm in every city
They say Hello
To the Head Bitch
Find me in the borough
If you thorough
And that bread flip
I be very Linky
Heavy Metal and Reflective
I could get that
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Writer: AZEALIA BANKS, JULIAN WADSWORTH, KEVIN JAMES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






BBD

Uh,
Let me get that,
Let me get that, oooh
I get it when I get that, ooh
I spend it when I whip that

Flossin' on them haters,
It's that boss - the bitch, that caker
Trick's dad's born to tip that shaker
He's forfeiting all that paper
Niggas coughing off that 8th of
I want to hit them vapors
It's that sporty bitch that game 'em
They calling me Super Sega, hit that

I'm just really out here livin'
Something like the new edition
They say I'm poison, what's the difference?
BBD, Michael Bivins

All my bad bitches do it, bad bitches do it
All my bad bitches do it, bad bitches do it
All my bad bitches do it, bad bitches do it
All my bad bitches do it, bad bitches do it

I'm just stunting in stilettos
Holla playa hello
All them dusty bitches jello
I'm rising, I split that ghetto
It's that time, look at that bezel
Dining with that cello
Freaky fine, a China fellow
He pumping banana yellow, get that

Let me get that, let me get that, oooh
Want to spit that, I'm a spit that, oooh
Want to hit that, let me hit that, oooh
I get it when they get that, oooh
I spend it when they spend that, oooh

I spend it when they get that, oooh
Fine, feminine, I whip that woop
Dram- drama and niggas get that deuce
Rambamalam flip that loot
Gam champ - her jiggy jam on loop
Damn, 'fam, what's your man gon' do?
I get it when whip that woop
I spend it when they spend that loot
Wilding with my bitches
I be styling with my bitches
Pretty eyes and long extensions - they smiling in all them pictures
I be rising with my bitches
Riding with my bitches
We the finest of them bitches
We diamonds, it's diamond district
Get that ice, nigga, ice, nigga
Bitch want to freeze like white winter
She need the G's, that price went up
She need to see that bright shimmer
He want to see that nice
Want to fit that slice, want to see that spice simmer
She want it with that white nigga
Peachy-pinky-piped nigga
Be's what it be's "little breeze by the sea" -AZ been about that life, nigga
Tits out with your wife, nigga
I'm bringing out the dyke in her
XOXO fine, scissor sister, 69 whip that

I get it when I get that
I spend it when I whip that

Let me get that,
Let me get that, oooh
When I spit that, I'm a spit that, oooh
When I hit that, let me hit that, oooh
I get it when I get that, oooh
I spend it when I spend that, oooh

I'm just really out here living
Something like a New Edition
They say I'm poison, what's the difference?
BBD, Michael Bivins

All my bad bitches do it, bad bitches do it
All my bad bitches do it, bad bitches do it
All my bad bitches do it, bad bitches do it
All my bad bitches do it, bad bitches do it
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Writer: AZEALIA BANKS, GUILLAUME PACHERI-BARBIER, JONATHAN HARRIS, JOSE GUERRERO, KEVIN JAMES, SAMI DIAMENT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC






Ice Princess

I'm so cold I'm dripping icicles
I go and take your man, that nigga might miss you
Spent his whole commission on my neck and ear
To stand around me need to have your winter gear
Pay me coats and benzies its that burg ice
That's why I do not feel these bitches frost bite
Grown money ever since they done I make my own money
You broke, honey? And they call me Banks cause I can loan money

Colder than December my diamonds on Anna Wintour
So that's fly ice in my life
I don't see no limits so i strive and I shine twice
I ride around and get it
Just missing for a minute that was only one thought, let me finish
Competition Imma beat it so relentless
Imma be legendary when I end this
They rise when I arrive in this
All hail the supreme ice princess
Tell the carriage hurry up and come and get me
Tell the haters in the wrong you can miss me
Hollywood you can go and A-list me
I like a shot of hard whiskey

Feelin' it, I'm feeling a change
I'm feeling it, in the air
I'm feelin' it, I'm feeling a change
I'm feeling it, in the air
So let me in!

Her motives is frozen given chill pills to them polars
Corrosive, the coldest, city is the tongue trust
They focus no wonder
Fridgy princess come from cold cash and them ice chunks
Stone frost and my Celine punks

Roles Royce no white ups, colder than December
Diamonds on Anna Wintour these glaciers glamour 'n glisten
And arctic is like a blizzard, my jargon f*ck you on frigid
Cool it down or get avalanched, igloo cold case and body
That ice cube up in the lobby bitch white fox
Peep the opulence, ice box the coolest confidence
Ice is queen that icy witch winter fresh in that whitey bitch
Shimmering Aphrodite winter wonderland body so frosty in that bugati
Porcelain snowflake and pappi popsicle in your pocket
Im polarizing your profits I freeze and flip em and rock it
Coco a la mode who frozen from head to toe ice grilling he status quo
Cold killer so now you know

Feelin' it, I'm feeling a change
I'm feeling it, in the air
I'm feelin' it, I'm feeling a change
I'm feeling it, in the air
So let me in!
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Writer: NED SHEPARD, AZEALIA BANKS, KEVIN JAMES, OSSAMA AL SARRAF, MORGAN PAGE, JONATHAN HARRIS, ABRAHAM ORELLANA, BRIAN TRANSEAU, ANGELA MCCLUSKEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Downtown Music Publishing, INGROOVES MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC C/O SOVEREIGN MUSIC






Yung Rapunxel

Idlest Delilah
Darling, do ya like beige in your coffee? Tea? A wild-?
Wild breeze on a day, a dawn
Oft' indeed a child, smiles at me cause I'm made of yarn
Dolly, me? Am I? I'll trade a dollar for ya dime, oh
Idlest Delilah
Trout and trees remind me of my
Darling 'D the Diver,'
Diver D was a satyr - a
Father figurine
I made him run away with his stale lung
Folly me am I? Oh, Idol-less Delilah
Darling Miss Delilah
While you're wasting your days alone
All your friends are hired, all your friendships are fading
Don't try to cheat the dial, don't look the other way
It could play out wrong
Are you suicidal?
Are you in denial?
Idlest Delilah
While you're 'wake hear my latest song
Glad to see you smile
Glad to see you so stable
What's all of these divided by the pile of peas on the nape of your..
Dolly me am I? I'll trade a dollar for your dime
I'll take you

Slick snapper, Soul Clap on 3
Hi-hatter the dip-dapper pretty pat this "p"
Tip-tapper the chit-chatter, ready rap AB
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crab ain't me
He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said, "The puss deeper than the deep blue sea"
Indeed, the puss deeper than the three fugees
Loopy!, the Lucy, said she loses no winks!
Stay up in ya face beverage with ya ~ baby!
Applauded the favorite, so clap on 3
They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink!
They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink
Something to sip savor, made ya blink and think
Stay puffin the piff, paper-making-hits ain't cheap!
Yep, and I flew Jamaican Jake for dick and Ki
They loving the mixed flavors lift ya pink and clink
London to main state, I'm major, Miss AB
They f*cking with young savior, make her rich and sweet
Loving ya luck lady, lick ya lip and wink

(It's that jam g, it's just flavors-
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crap ain't me
He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said the puss deeper than the deep blue sea
Indeed the puss deeper than the three foot jeans
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crap ain't me, he took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said the puss deeper than the deep blue sea, indeed the puss deeper than the three foot jeans
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Azealia Amanda Banks, Chadron Moore, Kevin James, Premro Vonzellaire Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network






Soda

I tried to hide behind tired eyes, I sigh
I'm tired of trying to try not to cry and
I say soda, soda
I say soda, soda
Tye dye o'er, I roll the dye, I coast, I dose, I

A smile, a guise
I'm trying to hide behind tired eyes, I sigh
I might survive the nighttime, I might die
I say soda soda, I'm a high rolla- yo sir
I pose for the poster- Yep!
Icy Cola Coke-a, Sprite I love the most-a!
I ride rollercoasters, I try all the cultures
A smile, a guise
Nighttime is mine to lie eyes awide and I
I'm tired of trying to try not to cry and
I say soda, I'm lota, yo Sir
I ride roller.., I try all the cultures
Light my swollen smoker
I might comatosa
I once used to be your girl

I used to be your girl
I used to be your girl, girl
I used to be your girl
I used to be your girl
I used to be your girl
I used to be your...

Been too busy, but I don't wanna deal with you
Been thinkin' 'bout the way you treat me right
Yeah, yeah
Just you and me, but I don't wanna deal with you
Been thinkin' 'bout the way you leave me right
Yeah, Yeah
Been too busy, but I don't wanna deal with you
Been thinkin' 'bout the way you treat me right
Yeah, yeah
Just you and me, but I don't wanna deal with you
Been thinkin' 'bout the way you leave me right
Yeah, Yeah

I'm trying to hide behind tired eyes, I sigh
I'm tired of trying to try not to cry and
I say soda, soda
Tye dye O'er, I roll the dye, I coast, I dose, I
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la-la-la-la
(Tra-la-la-la-la-la)
I'm trying to hide behind tired eyes, I sigh
I might survive the nighttime, I might die
I say soda soda, I'm a high rolla- yo sir
I pose for the poster- Yep!
Icy Cola Coke-a, Sprite I love the most-a!
I ride rollercoasters, I try all the cultures
A smile, a guise
Nighttime is mine, and my eyes are wide at night
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: AZEALIA BANKS, JACK FULLER, SCNTST
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Chasing Time

(Damn nigga damn, took a
Chance with ya, double d-dipped again)
GO!
You could do your dance
Take a chance with your lover like this, begin!
Say,

I want somebody who can take it apart
Stitch me back together make me into who I wanna be
But all you ever do is sit in the dark
Dealing with the Devil you ain't never ever gonna be mine

'Cause I'm born to dance in the moonlight
I feel like spending my nights alone
I try to give you a little more space to grow
White lies, I don't wanna be around anymore
I'm through giving, I've got to go

Am I Chasing Time?
'Cause I wasted all mine on you (You)
Am I Chasing Time? (Time)
'Cause I wasted all mine on you (You)

Check my watch, I had the future in my pocket
But I lost it when I gave it to you (You)
Tomorrow drops, I had my time right in my locket
But I lost it when I gave it to you (You)

Damn, nigga, damn
Took a chance on you, double d-dipped again
And, scram, nigga, scram
Hit your mans up and tell 'em to get the van
And reminisce again
Bring it back to the cabin in Michigan
But man, mister, please
(Take a bite to your lover cause this the end)

'Cause I'm born to dance in the moonlight
I feel like spending my nights alone
I try to give you a little more space to grow
White lies, I don't wanna be around anymore
I'm through giving, I've got to go

Am I Chasing Time?
Cause I wasted all mine on you (You)
Am I Chasing Time? (Time)
Cause I wasted all mine on you (You)

Check my watch, I had the future in my pocket
But I lost it when I gave it to you (You)
Tomorrow drops, I had my time right in my locket
But I lost it when I gave it to you (You)

Go get lost to the highway, freeway
Weavin' off-course like the wrong-way relay
Need me a boss, you're a constant delay
These the kinda thoughts I've been having for three days
Feel like you're more of a homie
Please, you don't even know me
You think I'm starting new relations
I'm just apart and need my space and
Time to myself, ventilation
No time for you, I lack the patience
And you like, "Girl, how you do that?"
My attitude is bitchy but you already knew that
And since we can't get along
I think we should both move on
(GO!)

'Cause I'm born to dance in the moonlight
I feel like spending my nights alone
I try to give you a little more space to grow
White lies, I don't wanna be around anymore
I'm through giving, I've got to go

Am I Chasing Time?
'Cause I wasted all mine on you (You)
Am I Chasing Time? (Time)
'Cause I wasted all mine on you (You)

Check my watch, I had the future in my pocket
But I lost it when I gave it to you (You)
Tomorrow drops, I had my time right in my locket
But I lost it when I gave it to you (You)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: ANDREW WANSEL, AZEALIA BANKS, JONATHAN HARRIS, KELLY SHEEHAN, RONALD TYLER COLSON, STEVE MOSTYN, WARREN FELDER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Luxury

[Chorus:]
Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistle
Whistle out, I'm gonna switch you, lift you, get when I hit you
With this smile, I'll make you, make you wow now, when I'm with you
With you now I can't forget you, get you now

[Verse 1:]
Hey, hi, hello, yo, what's up my oh me oh boy
What's word could I call ya?
Up late, I'm the one, I'm from New York
My oh mi amor, who told you could, look so good
Who says that you lay next to me?
Why can't we catch up before your way, your way
Ooh my love, my luxury's waiting
If you want, you want to stay
Let me in your world
You know what I spy?
Spy you looking lonely, you know boy that's why
I wanna be your lady, Your l-l-l-love, my l-u-x-u-r-, aye ya know what I would
If I could, if I could, if I could
I'm gonna hip you now

[Chorus:]
Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistle
Whistle out, I'm gonna switch you, lift you, get when I hit you
With this smile, I'll make you, make you wow now, when I'm with you
With you now I can't forget you, get you now

[Verse 2:]
Oh, took a trip, took a boat, took three friends
This bitch said it's open season
This Miss been alone and she been
Looking for some gentlemen and
I'm hoping he been
Feeling what I'm feeling and I hope that he can
Chill up in the Villa for the whole damn weekend
Just coast with her, put your hands on the figure,
Now you're groping her, groping her

[Chorus:]
Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistle
Whistle out, I'm gonna switch you, lift you, get when I hit you
With this smile, I'll make you, make you wow now, when I'm with you
With you now I can't forget you, get you now

[Bridge:]
I swear I'm a treat you good baby
Keep up my hair, if you leave me now baby
It'd be a nightmare
I'm a nick your name and keep you right here
Let me in your world
You know what I spy?
Spy you looking lonely, you know boy that's why
I wanna be your lady, Your l-l-l-love, my l-u-x-u-r-, aye ya know what I would
If I could, if I could, if I could
I'm gonna hip you now

[Chorus:]
Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistle
Whistle out, I'm gonna switch you, lift you, get when I hit you
With this smile, I'll make you, make you wow now, when I'm with you
With you now I can't forget you, get you now
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: TRAVIS STEWART, AZEALIA BANKS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Nude Beach A Go-Go

Idlest Delilah
Darling, do ya like beige in your coffee? Tea? A wild-?
Wild breeze on a day, a dawn
Oft' indeed a child, smiles at me cause I'm made of yarn
Dolly, me? Am I? I'll trade a dollar for ya dime, oh
Idlest Delilah
Trout and trees remind me of my
Darling 'D the Diver,'
Diver D was a satyr - a
Father figurine
I made him run away with his stale lung
Folly me am I? Oh, Idol-less Delilah
Darling Miss Delilah
While you're wasting your days alone
All your friends are hired, all your friendships are fading
Don't try to cheat the dial, don't look the other way
It could play out wrong
Are you suicidal?
Are you in denial?
Idlest Delilah
While you're 'wake hear my latest song
Glad to see you smile
Glad to see you so stable
What's all of these divided by the pile of peas on the nape of your..
Dolly me am I? I'll trade a dollar for your dime
I'll take you

Slick snapper, Soul Clap on 3
Hi-hatter the dip-dapper pretty pat this "p"
Tip-tapper the chit-chatter, ready rap AB
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crab ain't me
He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said, "The puss deeper than the deep blue sea"
Indeed, the puss deeper than the three fugees
Loopy!, the Lucy, said she loses no winks!
Stay up in ya face beverage with ya ~ baby!
Applauded the favorite, so clap on 3
They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink!
They loving the mixed flavors, lift ya pink and clink
Something to sip savor, made ya blink and think
Stay puffin the piff, paper-making-hits ain't cheap!
Yep, and I flew Jamaican Jake for dick and Ki
They loving the mixed flavors lift ya pink and clink
London to main state, I'm major, Miss AB
They f*cking with young savior, make her rich and sweet
Loving ya luck lady, lick ya lip and wink

(It's that jam g, it's just flavors-
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crap ain't me
He took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said the puss deeper than the deep blue sea
Indeed the puss deeper than the three foot jeans
Can't deal with the bullshit cause the crap ain't me, he took you to cruise ships, put a yacht on me
He said the puss deeper than the deep blue sea, indeed the puss deeper than the three foot jeans
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: HARVEY JAY MASON, AZEALIA AMANDA BANKS, KIM VINCENT FOWLEY, ARIEL MARCUS ROSENBERG
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Miss Amor

I went downtown to breeze thru freaks
I got a job interview with Hebrew G
Pump-shigga-pump-parrump-pump
Pump-parrrrump-pa-rrum-pump
Rum diggy dum, the yum young sc*nt
Was on the hunt for the rhythm in London once
Pump-shigga-pump-parrump-pump
Hey, I make you jump, I jump jump jump
I be hippin' the heezy, it's that cool
You be rippin the steezy, bitch that's hum(or)
Spit ya rhythm my neezy, spit that oooh
Nigga.. — i'll hip-hop you..
I be fittin the seasies(seasons) -it's that new
I be flippin the weave — young s-sass-soon
I be feminine free-free in the nude
I'mma...

Pure, lovely allure
A lady Aurora, Monsieur my eyes are wide
See eye, oh see my heart
Mod-dern Witch I are
Delightful miss amor, Señor Señor
Be mine, oh be my art
Im gonna make it work, for you ya ya!
I told ya, I was was and
I'm wide eyed, and I-I, I-I, all night...
See-eye oh see my heart
Ol-li-live tree, high lark
A sight to see sire, sire, sire
Provided it's enough, try to let me kn-know
When I can get with ya, Monsieur Monsieur
Be mine, oh be my art..
I'm gonna make it work, for you ya ya
I told ya, I was was and
I'm wide eyed, and I-I, I-I

Ump shiggle bump du bump bump sc*nt
I get it done did it did it, the yung one sung -
Kunt diddle kunt du kunt kunt
Kunt diddle kunt du kunt kunt kunt
Yum jiggle bun du bun bun yum
A bit of fun with some gentlemen — yung hung chum
Ump jiggle bump bu rrrump pump
Hump sugar lumps — harrum-pum-pump
Rum diggy dum du dum — yung punz
Was on the hunt for the digit for sum 1 1
I'm sure ya fun ya fun fun
Baby where ya come ya come come from?
Comfort ya hun, parrum pum pum
Come get amongst her we're here to become one once
Kunt diddle kunt du kunt kunt
Able nigga yep — a what what what
Up-ton from ya dont want none
Ya better run when i hit up ya bun bun son
Run nigga run a run run
Run and get ya gun ya gun gun gun!
Sprung from the slums
I'm one one ton, i get it done did it did
The yung one sung
Kunt diddle kunt du kunt kunt
Kunt diddle kunt du kunt kunt kunt!

If I, could lay next to ya, boy I, boy I'd
See eye, oh see my heart
Mod-dern witch I are
Delightful Miss Amor, Señor Señor
Be mine, oh be my art..
I'm gonna make it work, for you ya ya
I told ya, I was was and
I'm wide eyed, and I-I, I-I

Pure, lovely allure
A lady aurora, Monsieur my eyes are wide
See eye, oh see my heart
Mod-dern witch I are
Delightful Miss Amor, senor senor
Be mine, oh be my art
I'm gonna make it work, for you ya ya
I told ya, I was was and
I'm wide eyed, and I-I, I-I, all night...
See-eye oh see my heart
Ol-li-live tree, high lark
A sight to see sire, sire, sire
Provided it's enough, try to let me kn-know
When I can get with ya, Monsieur Monsieur

I went downtown to breeze thru freaks
I got a job interview with Hebrew G
Pump-shigga-pump-parrump-pump
Pump-parrrrump-pa-rrum-pump
Hey, I make you jump, I jump jump jump
Pump-shigga-pump-parrump-pump
Pump-parrrrump-pa-rrum-pump
(Pump-parrrrump-pa-rrum-pump)
(Pump-parrrrump-pa-rrum-pump)
(Pump-parrrrump-pa-rrum-pum
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: AZEALIA BANKS, JACK FULLER, KEVIN JAMES, MATTHEW CUTLER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Miss Camaraderie

It's the sound, the hip and hip and now
When I hip you, hip you hound
Get down or get tied up and twound
Let me twist you, twist you pal
Ya shyer, sh-shy how can I get you, get you out?
Let's have a listen in, Rottweil(er)
Let me hit you hit you owww
A flight, a tryst, night owl, when I whistle, whistle-howl
Pick up when I get into town, tell me if you'll

Be around, to ride with Miss Camaraderie
A sight to see, a sound, what up-what iz you with Rottweil lemme get you

Ayo hound
Be mild oh listen, lord I mean
I might've seen I swore
I saw ya looking, looking all at me
Admiring amor
Be idol in my heart
Oh be inspiring and more
What kind of wizard ?
What-what a dream!
A night a scene a town
A ride with Miss Camaraderie
An odyssey, oh, wow
Say what-what is you with?
Rottweil, Ima let you
In my house, politer high society
Attire, tea, a style
Look how ya looking looking now!
Let me see you, see you smile
A smiler's sweetest smile
Oh mister, wider me oh wow
Look how ya looking looking now
Let me get you

It's the sound
The hip and hip and now
When I hip you
Hip you hound, get down or get tied up and twound
Who's the hip new, bitch you found?
Politer sis I'm 'bout it
A pistol, pistol pow
Let's have a listen in papa
Let me witch you witch you out
I ride I rip I rile at the ritu-ritual
What up what iz you with Rottweil
Tell me if you'll
Be around to ride with Miss Camaraderie
An odyssey a sound
What kind of wizard? What what what what what what what what what what what what

I've been looking for someone sir, I'd've sworn you
Were on a journey searching for, my amour too

It's the sound, the hip and hip and now
Let me hip you, hip you hound
Get down and get tied up in twine
Let me twist you, twist you pal
Ya shyer, sh-shy how can I get you, get you out?
Let's have a listen in, Rottweil(er)

Ayo hound
Be mild oh listen, lord I mean
I might've seen I swore
I saw ya looking, looking all at me
Admiring amor
Be idol in my heart
Oh be inspiring and more
What kind of wizard?
What-what a dream!
A night a scene a town
A ride with Miss Camaraderie
An odyssey, oh, wow
Say what-what is you with?
Rottweil, Ima let you
In my house, politer high society
Attire, tea, a style
Look how ya looking looking now!
Let me see you

It's the sound
The hip and hip and now
When I hip you
Hip you hound, get down or get tied up and twound
Who's the hip new, bitch you found?
Politer sis I'm 'bout it
A pistol, pistol pow
Let's have a listen in papa
Let me witch you witch you out
I ride I rip I rile at the ritu-ritual
What up what iz you with Rottweil
Tell me if you'll
Be around to ride with miss camaraderie
An odyssey a sound
What kind of wizard? What what what what what what what what what what what what
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: AZEALIA BANKS, JACK FULLER, KEVIN JAMES, MATTHEW CUTLER
Copyright: Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC







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