Azealia Banks Liquorice Lyrics

1991 Track Listing
Digital Media 1
  • 1 1991
  • 2 Van Vogue
  • 3 212
  • 4 Liquorice
  • [Verse 1]
    Look, niggas really wanna beat they chests, for B-A-N-K-S
    These niggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh
    These niggas be vanilla, the chips be legitimate
    They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linens with 'em
    So since you vanilla men spend
    Can my hot fudge bitches get with your vanilla friends
    Hey, I’m the liquorice bitch
    You know I’m looking for these niggas if these niggas is rich
    I make hits motherfucker
    Do you jiggle your dick when your bitch pop singing on the liquorice hit, ya know

    [Hook]
    Can I catch your eye, sir
    Can I be what you like, yeah
    I could be the right girl
    Tell me if you like your lady in my-my color
    Can I be your type, yeah
    I could be the right girl
    Tell me if you like your lady in my-my color
    Can I be your type, yeah
    I could set you right, whoa
    How are you tonight, sir
    I'm living my life, ooh
    Hope you feel alright, yeah

    [Verse 2]
    Hey, I’m the Liquorice bitch
    You know I’m looking for these niggas if these niggas is rich
    You got creme for your colors and a blue eye too
    Hi, I wanna get the number to your 212 line
    Maybe we could slumber, we could woo woo woo wine
    I don’t do yay, but if you want to, fine
    Your fantasy could get that pitch black
    Cause it’s gon’ erupt if ya slip in betwixt that black snatch
    Ya like blizzak or black-cat, ema-nem-manating
    Where ya mizzat-mustache at
    Huh, I bet ya been extra gassed
    Bet you really wanna touch up on the molasses ass
    Bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today
    Cause her kizzat sh-shaved
    You wanna cuddle with ya bitch after, eh
    But I gotta dip I gotta get at the cake
    Lotta scrillac to make, and the dick don’t fuck up any scrillac for Banks
    No issues picking money over ha-ha, ya beige in her
    She just wanna see the best in Greece with some gentlemen and check these beats in the sun
    He just wanna see the wet-wet weave when I’m swimming in the West Indies
    Then I sit up and catch these breeze
    Sip a little bit of Rum & Ting, nigga

    [Verse 3]
    These bitches know that I be on that black girl shit
    That black girl pin-up with that black girl dip
    Put that black girl spin up on ya whack girl tip
    Ain’t official till it been up in that black girl kit
    Pick out ya mans and attack real quick, I’ma hit him with that venom and that rap girl hip
    I slip out the denims, know that black girl fit, get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch
    Bitches better tan for the summer, and for the haters, quit that chit chat, and get ya paper
    Quote the cinnamon
    The cherry-melange bitch verbatim
    When I speak about your face in the clam with the flavors
    You get that?
    And stimulate her
    Take a lick up on my genital, then sit to savor
    Do ya man’s and his licorice interest a favor

    [Hook]



    Written by: Azealia Banks, Matthew Cutler
    Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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