| Look, niggas really wanna beat they chest
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| For B.A.N.K.S
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| These niggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh
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| These niggas be vanilla the chips be legitimate
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| They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linens with em
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| So since you vanilla men spend
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| Can my hot-fudge bitches get with your vanilla friends?
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| Hey, I’m the liquorice bitch
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| You know I’m lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich
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| I make hits muthafucka
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| Do you jiggle your dick when
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| Ya bitch pop singin on the liquorice hit, ya know
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| Can I catch your eye sir?
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| Can I be what you like, yeah?
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| I could be the right girl
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| Tell me if you like your
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| Lady in my might color
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| Can I be your type, yeah?
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| I could be the right girl
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| Tell me if you like your
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| Lady in my might color
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| Can I be your type, yeah?
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| I can set you right, woah
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| How are you tonight, sir?
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| I’m livin' my life, oh
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| Hope you feel alright, yeah
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| Hey, I’m the liquorice bitch
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| You know I’m lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich
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| He got creme for ya colors and a blue eye too
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| Hi, wanna get your number to your 212 line
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| Maybe we can slumber
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| We can w-w-w wine
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| I don’t do yey but if you want to, fine
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| Your fantasy can get that pitch black
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| Cause it’s gone erupt when ya slip in-betwixt that black snatch
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| Your like blizzak-ker or black-cat ema-nem-minatin
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| Where ya mizzat mustache at
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| Huh, I bet you been extra gassed
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| I bet you really wanna touch up on the molasses ass
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| I bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today
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| Cause her kizzat s-shaved
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| You wanna cuddle with your bitch after, eh?
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| But I gotta dip
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| I gotta get at the cake
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| Lot of skrillac to make
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| And the dick don’t fuck up any skrillac for Banks
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| No issues pickin money over, haha, ya beige in her
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| She just wanna see the best in Greece and some gentlemen
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| And check these beats in the sun
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| He just wanna see the wet wet weave
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| When I’m swimmin in the West Indies
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| Then I sit up and catch this breeze
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| Sip a little bit o' rum and ting
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| Nigga
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| These bitches know that I be on my black girl shit
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| The black girl pin-up with that black girl dip
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| With that black girl spin up on ya wack girl tip
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| Ain’t official til I been up in that black girl kit
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| And take out ya mans and attack real quick
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| I’m a hit em with that venom and that rap girl hip
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| I flip out the denims know that black girl fit
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| Get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch
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| Bitches better tan for the summer
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| And for the haters,
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| Quit that chit-chat and get your paper
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| Quote the cinnamon and cherry melange bitch verbatim
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| When I speak about your face in the clams with the flavors
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| You get that?
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| And stimulate her
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| Take a lick up on my genital
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| And sit to savor
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| Do ya mans and his liquorice interest a favor
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| I could be the right girl
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| Tell me if you like your
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| Lady in my might color
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| Can I be your type, yeah?
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| I can set you right, woah
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| How are you tonight, sir?
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| I’m livin' my life, oh
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| Hope you feel alright, yeah
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| Who-ooo
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| Who-ooo
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| Who-ooo
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| Who-ooo
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| Who-ooo
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| Ooo-oo-ooo
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| Who-ooo
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| Who-ooo
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| Can I hear it? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Liquorice , by - Azealia Banks. Song from the album 1991 - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп