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Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow
Dolce crop top, my play clothes now
Those Céline wedges are way downtown
Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down
Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out
All females fledge to bambi style
Light my wrist up, like zing-BLAOW
Vamp me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow
Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so supple—the ass so round
Trust, there's no trouble, it can go down
Bust your bitch bubble, where's my crown
Banks, flame hot, Rapunxel style
Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
It's the one, miss, the kunt is out
Flip the scripts, so your bitch out styled
Did that first, but your bitch so now
Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
If she ain't know, the bitch know now

Boy (boy) don't fill yourself too much on her
Boy (boy), your friends will laugh at you now, now, now

In that, you been did that, you been with that, you been-been that, bitch
But they all forget you when I spin this shit
Better dance for this and get your skin wet, bitch
Its the Champ to sip, the cinnamon, young hip
Making plans to get your little bammer's dick
If she ain't legit you better send that witch
If the mens is rich, you better spend that chip
Better quit that envy, get that, get that benji
Bitch, you know you never looking pretty princey
Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey
Bitches on the cover look at pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB
Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe
But these bitches always fronting like they in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but these bitches can't breathe

All them hoes, all them hater
All them hoochies, all them players
All them rolls and escalades
All them roses, all them flavors
All them hoes, all them hater
All them hoochies, all them players
All them rolls and escalades
All them roses, all them flavors

Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
Damn little bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, bet ya man wish you look like this
If the men that rich, stay rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance with it
Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
Damn little bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, bet ya man wish you look like this
The men that rich, the rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance with it

Oh, yo yo yo, these bottom ass bitches with these raggedy ass shoes
I see you, bitch. With your Pell Grant refund, I see you coming out of NYU
Spitting that refund check, getting fly rainbows and shit
Tryna' come out of Forever 21 stunting on me
Don't want to share none of your "whole foods" and shit
I see you, motherfucker. Let me get some of that kombucha drink, bitch
Let me get some...shit. I want some. I want some
You stepped it up. You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotle—fuck outta here!
Fuck outta here. So what, you know where the dumpling spot at
You still a hoodrat bitch
And you tryna' stunt on me. Yeah, you out the hood
And yeah yeah yeah, so what
You out the hood now, I feel you. I feel you
They got government grants and shit like that that get you outta here
"Equal opportunity education"
Programs and shit that got you outta these streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY
Whatever, somewhere, studying some shit about political science
And you tryna' do your shit on the side. And you downtown just closing
You all that. You having a good time
But when I see you, bitch, just light me up
You know it's me! Light me up. When I ask you, just light me up
You know me. Don't front now. Don't front now
Oh, yeah, "I don't smoke blunts no more
I don't smoke no blunts no more. Bamboo now."
You got on some white boys, I feel you!
And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come through
We don't drink Henney no more?
Oh, nah, you don't drink Henney, white wine. Wahahahah. White wine, bitch, okay
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song info:
Verified yes
LanguageEnglish
GenreRap, Hip-Hop
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Duration00:05:57
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Copyright ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, THIRD SIDE MUSIC
WriterAzealia Banks, Kevin James, Travis Stewart
Lyrics licensed byLyricFind
AddedJuly 20th, 2012
Last updatedMarch 7th, 2022
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Azealia Banks - 1991 [EP] [2012]
1991 / track 2
Azealia Banks
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