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"Fantasea" by Azealia Banks, which consists of 16 songs.
These public pool, bitches
Ain't really mermaids
Private beach Malibu, nigga!
Weave up in the shade
How do you, follow figure?
Yeah, you that other wave
She party pretty
She party plenty
It's like everyday
Hi, hi, alright, hey, alright,
Why you've been running your mouth
All out, and wipe for it's just island
Right to mention you, and I heard why a word
But I was in New York, New York, New York
I, I, I know you might like do you feel her world
But you just ride away in desire
Tryina say hello, some of you mean hello
It's alright, let's do, let's do
...came with the bill came with the deal
This about to be another gym on the reels
You can dance if you're with it but your games is on stills
But you can't slip...
I could great her with the...
When the strip little beams with the... for the game and the...
Damn little... you're the champ, you're the shit, you're the glam...
Listen up Nickie, you're a fiend, you're a trick...
And hurt your bitch...
And your click... can you stick to the bricks?
Tonight's the night, the mood is right
Anything I choose he buys
I observe by his shoes and ties
He prefer the exclusive kind
Converse over booze and wine
Tonight's the night, the jewels is bright
Any way I move he likes
He is searching for cutie pie
He could scoop and sign
Keep a boo dressed down to my Louboutins
BMB bell of the ball
BNG better than the mall
Never been the floor
Pretty kitty... get the floor silly
Never been the tour
When the purp ready on the floor
Was a stur when she on the floor
Givin in a oh champagne always on the pour
Some happy others can applaud
... bitches... of course
Fuck Up The Fun
Tell him to keep that
Yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off
And lemme-lemme pop my shit
It is what it is hehe
Fuck is ya'll niggas doing?
You ready bitch?
What up what up whatup?
Yo Yo Yo Yo!
Uh, uh, uh
I'mma take that bitch to college
I'mma give that bitch some knowledge
And seeing that your bitch stop...
Just clap your hands, let me get my dollars
Smell the trees and the breeze and the breeze
I'm a weed, I'm a weed, I'm a weed
I'mma dance, I'mma kick, kick, kick
In fact it means what it means, means, means
Little G, little G, little G
This is the jima jima
Go anthem banana
Get the you got the question
That answer for lama, mama
I'm bad-ba-bada bad-ba-bada
Put your bets up
Choice I give
Said the cin-cin
It's feathers and leathers
Yo, you rocking with with the man crook
You can get your man took quicker than your hand shook
No frontin', it's about his paper
He a giver, I'm a taker and a fibber and a faker
You gotta spend a lot for this behavior
If it ain't about a dollar, I'm a holler at you later
Yeah, you already know
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 ya dick when ya bitch pop singing on the liquorice hit, ya know?
Listen now, I hip you, hip you now when I whistle
Whistle out, I'm gonna switch you if you get what I hit you
With this... I'm gonna make you, run out with you
With you now I can't forget you, get you now
Hey, hi, hello, hello, what's up...
... I'm the one, I'm from New York
Will you be a... who told you could... not so good
Who was it... right next to me so I could...
What up, what up?
Do you motherfuckers
Wanna gamble with your luck?
Better roll four, five, six
Then up and up
I'mma roll head, crack trips
You got the nuts?
I'mma call your bluff like
"I'm next, small talk"
Tonight I-I-I'm alri-i-i-ight babe
More breeze in your hair hun
It's the one that your blick took her chance on
Damn should've have shacked breeze with the champion
Looking for my nigger my feast is the phantom
Phantom this is that young bitch Lil Keke
You can sun if you want to
Front if you want to
Stay in the shade all day if you can to
Villa with the shore view,
Hoes are like adore you
Bitches fuck with whatever she say they can afford to
But you know about open out key west, relax, recess
All of full of bitches, these dandies look at little
I was born ready (Ha Ha)
I'm working your man up in that circuit
Bitch I plan to look that perfect
Cheap little brand with a bitch that's certain
Clique that gang and spit that curtain
He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent
He wanna wham
Wanna get it in, wanna get it out
Wanna sweat it in, wanna lick it up
I want that navigator
She got that Adam's apple and she asked about that passion
And we passed her with that nectar
And passed her wacker friend
Piece to the keys to put that car in
If they the keys that act up in
It's beasts in the streets in leather skin
She put a decent effort in but she's at the precinct haemmoraghing
Bring it to these bitches like Alpo
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