Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 1991, artist - Azealia Banks. Album song 1991 - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 27.05.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Azealia Banks
Song language: English
1991 |
| Oh, la la la |
| Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine |
| Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant |
| Ce soir with your bitch, cafe au lait |
| Voulez-vous nigga mad Francois |
| Who are you nigga, hahaha |
| Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie |
| Young noobie, young coochy tight |
| Young juicy, young Uzi-mic |
| Rata-tat-tat-tat |
| Nick-nack pitty-pat-pat-pat |
| Silly cat, you know how that scratch |
| How you do that, do that, do do that that that |
| 1991 my time has come |
| Oh nah nah Ma |
| Your time is done |
| Primadonna Mama, like a virgin |
| Private jets, my flights, no fly Virgin |
| I sell you, you buy, that’s my version |
| Mommy tie these rhymes it’s my verses |
| Oh me, oh my |
| Illuminati princess |
| Pyramid, one eye, on my assets |
| Here it is, off top, peep my progress |
| Here it is, off top, peep my progress |
| Peep my progress, here it is off top |
| He took her to the Louvre in Paris |
| You want a chance with a youngin |
| You wanna ruin the weave |
| He wanna… wanna Juniper Breeze |
| I get the grams and the hundreds |
| And the shoe with the bleed |
| And fit the grams and the hundreds |
| Send the Lou to the V |
| High class, no school, the tuition is free |
| Lil Bam (bi) no fool |
| And tuition 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 and |
| Developing the heat that’s sick |
| Elite rap bitch |
| I gotta send that beat back quick |
| Tip-tipping on these niggaz, suck a d-dick |
| Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga |
| I’m be that bitch, what |
| Just believe that shit |
| You gonna be a bitch nigga |
| I’m be that bitch |
| Believe that shit |
| Believe that shit |
| Nigga I’m a be that bitch |
| Come around, come around |
| Let the litte Bambi run it down, run it down |
| With a sip of Bailey’s |
| Sip of champy on the alls |
| Nineteen number naughty baby |
| Press it on your dial |
| Sex kitten honeys |
| No cougars in the house |
| I’m 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 |
| Baby I ride with my mic in my bra |
| Baby 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 it never sleep to the hundreds |
| Coco with the cream in abundance |
| Million dollar baby you can get it if you want it, what |
| 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 want |
| 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 want |