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 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

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

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!


1991 Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 1991
  • 2 Van Vogue
  • 3 212
  • 4 Liquorice

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

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