Azealia Banks 212 Lyrics

1991 Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 1991
  • 2 Van Vogue
  • 3 212
  • 4 Liquorice
  • [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 can 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 treatin'
    -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 evenin'
    -And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in
    -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 ya
    I’m a rude bitch nigga
    What are you made up of?
    I’m a eat your food up boo
    I could bust your 8
    I’m-a do one too
    Fuck ya gon do?
    When you do 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 2 1 deuce
    Cock-a-lickin' in the water by the blue bayou
    Caught the warm goo
    In your du-rag too son?
    Nigga, you’re a kool-aid dude
    Plus your bitch might lick it
    Wonder who let you come to 1 2
    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
    Yung Rapunzel
    Who are you bitch, new lunch?
    I’m a ruin you cunt

    [Bridge]
    A-yo, A-yo
    I heard you ridin' with the same tall, tall tale
    Tellin' em you made some
    Sayin' you grindin' but you ain't goin' nowhere!
    Why 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-W-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 fif cocked nigga
    It's the 2 1 zoo
    Fuck ya gon do
    When ya 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 your crew up too, Pop
    You playing with your butter
    Like your boo won’t true
    Cock the gun, too
    Where you do eat poom, hun
    I’m fuckin' with ya 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 hatin'
    I’m the new one two, 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 hun
    I'm-a ruin you, cunt!

    [Hook]



    Written by: Azealia Amanda Banks, Jef Martens
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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