Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Liquorice, 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
Liquorice |
| Look, niggas really wanna beat they chest |
| 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 lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich |
| I make hits muthafucka |
| Do you jiggle your dick when |
| Ya bitch pop singin on the liquorice hit, ya know |
| 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 might color |
| Can I be your type, yeah? |
| I could be the right girl |
| Tell me if you like your |
| Lady in my might color |
| Can I be your type, yeah? |
| I can set you right, woah |
| How are you tonight, sir? |
| I’m livin' my life, oh |
| Hope you feel alright, yeah |
| Hey, I’m the liquorice bitch |
| You know I’m lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich |
| He got creme for ya colors and a blue eye too |
| Hi, wanna get your number to your 212 line |
| Maybe we can slumber |
| We can w-w-w wine |
| I don’t do yey but if you want to, fine |
| Your fantasy can get that pitch black |
| Cause it’s gone erupt when ya slip in-betwixt that black snatch |
| Your like blizzak-ker or black-cat ema-nem-minatin |
| Where ya mizzat mustache at |
| Huh, I bet you been extra gassed |
| I bet you really wanna touch up on the molasses ass |
| I bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today |
| Cause her kizzat s-shaved |
| You wanna cuddle with your bitch after, eh? |
| But I gotta dip |
| I gotta get at the cake |
| Lot of skrillac to make |
| And the dick don’t fuck up any skrillac for Banks |
| No issues pickin money over, haha, ya beige in her |
| She just wanna see the best in Greece and some gentlemen |
| And check these beats in the sun |
| He just wanna see the wet wet weave |
| When I’m swimmin in the West Indies |
| Then I sit up and catch this breeze |
| Sip a little bit o' rum and ting |
| Nigga |
| These bitches know that I be on my black girl shit |
| The black girl pin-up with that black girl dip |
| With that black girl spin up on ya wack girl tip |
| Ain’t official til I been up in that black girl kit |
| And take out ya mans and attack real quick |
| I’m a hit em with that venom and that rap girl hip |
| I flip 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 your paper |
| Quote the cinnamon and cherry melange bitch verbatim |
| When I speak about your face in the clams with the flavors |
| You get that? |
| And stimulate her |
| Take a lick up on my genital |
| And sit to savor |
| Do ya mans and his liquorice interest a favor |
| I could be the right girl |
| Tell me if you like your |
| Lady in my might color |
| Can I be your type, yeah? |
| I can set you right, woah |
| How are you tonight, sir? |
| I’m livin' my life, oh |
| Hope you feel alright, yeah |
| Who-ooo |
| Who-ooo |
| Who-ooo |
| Who-ooo |
| Who-ooo |
| Ooo-oo-ooo |
| Who-ooo |
| Who-ooo |
| Can I hear it? |