Azealia Banks 1991 Lyrics

1991 Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 1991
  • 2 Van Vogue
  • 3 212
  • 4 Liquorice
  • [Intro]
    Excusez-moi, est-ce que vous savez où est un bon restaurant Parisienne?

    [Verse 1]
    Oh, là là là
    Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine
    Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant
    Ce soir with the bitch, Café au Lait
    Voulez-vous nigga mad Francois
    Who are you nigga, hahaha
    Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie
    Young Nubi, young coochy tight
    Young juicy, young Uzi-might
    Nick-nack pitty-pat-pat-pat
    Silly cat, you don't have that scratch?
    How you do that, do that, do that that that
    1-9-9-1 my time has come
    Oh nah nah Ma
    Your time is done
    Pre-Madonna Mama, like a virgin
    Private jets, my flights, no fly Virgin
    I sell, you buy, that’s my version
    Mommy tie these rhymes it’s my verses
    Oh me, oh my
    Illumina princess
    Pyramid, one eye, on my assets
    Here it is, multi, peep my progress
    Peep my progress, here it is multi, peep my progress
    Peep my progress, here it is multi
    He took her to the Louvre in Paris
    He want a chance with a youngin
    Wanna ruin her weave
    He wanna... wanna Juniper Breeze
    I get the grands and the hundreds
    And the shoe with the bleed
    I fit the grands and the hundreds
    In the Lou to the V
    High class, no school, the tuition is free
    Lil Bam(bi) no fool
    Intuition 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 been developing the heat that stick
    Elite rap bitch
    I cut and send that beat back quick
    Tip-tip and all his niggas, suck a d-i-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 I'mma be that bitch

    [Verse 2]
    Come around, come around
    Let the little Bambi run it down, run it down
    Went from sippin' Bailey's
    Sipping champys on the isles
    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
    Maybe I ride with my mic in my bra
    Maybe 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 but never sleep to the hundreds
    Cocoa want 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 man you are

    Written by: Travis Stewart, Azealia Banks, Kevin James
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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