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1991 by Azealia Banks, Music Lyrics and Video
1991 is the third single and the title track by 21-year-old rapper Azealia Banks, from her “1991″ EP, which was released in May 2012.
The video for the song is a mashup of Crystal Waters “100% Pure Love” video, Madonna’s “Vogue” and “Rain” videos, and Aaliyah’s “If Your Girl Only Knew” and “Resolution” videos.
Azealia Banks - 1991 Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, là là là
Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine
Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant
Ce soir with your bitch, café 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
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 niggas, suck a d-dick
Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga
I’mma be that bitch, what
Just believe that shit
You gonna be a bitch nigga
I’mma be that bitch
Believe that shit
Believe that shit
Nigga ima be that bitch
[Verse 2]
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’mma 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
(http://musicloversgroups.blogspot.com/2012/09/azealia-banks-1991-lyrics.html)
[Refrain x2]
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 none
Let me know what a man man man man want
1991 is the third single and the title track by 21-year-old rapper Azealia Banks, from her “1991″ EP, which was released in May 2012.
The video for the song is a mashup of Crystal Waters “100% Pure Love” video, Madonna’s “Vogue” and “Rain” videos, and Aaliyah’s “If Your Girl Only Knew” and “Resolution” videos.
Azealia Banks - 1991 Lyrics[Verse 1]
Oh, là là là
Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine
Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant
Ce soir with your bitch, café 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
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 niggas, suck a d-dick
Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga
I’mma be that bitch, what
Just believe that shit
You gonna be a bitch nigga
I’mma be that bitch
Believe that shit
Believe that shit
Nigga ima be that bitch
[Verse 2]
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’mma 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
(http://musicloversgroups.blogspot.com/2012/09/azealia-banks-1991-lyrics.html)
[Refrain x2]
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 none
Let me know what a man man man man want
Categories: Labels: Azealia Banks
Aquababe by Azealia Banks, Music Lyrics and Video
Aquababe is a new single by American rapper, singer and lyricist from Harlem, Azealia Banks, from her upcoming mixtape “Fantasea”. The song was produced by Machinedrum and was made available online on June 13.
Azealia Banks - Aquababe Lyrics
This public poo
These bitches ain’t vivi mermaids
By the beach, by the booth nigga
We live in the shade
How do you?
You probably figured that you that other way
She party friendly, she party friendly
It’s like everyday, try to mention
From the ṗicture, it’s a fin essay
You another, put your liquor
Or they take away, okay
Celebrate, lets celebrate the aquababes
Sachey boulevard away
Bitches whiteness bitches they been afraid
These hating bitches, be bitchin’ they smuggling official AIDS
She sell the biggest, the bigger the difference gave it all the way
Seashells on my two-tat-ass she got in the bullet’s blade
Hurray, yeah, yeah
We knocking, but they popping like a parade
Your opinion is just an option, fuck what you say
I’m looking like a look white niggas look away
I’m popping, clappin’, cu ‘em, bling em
Let the choppers free
The brother grabbing the chunky, hunky brigade
Hustling through that rusty type of ok
(http://musicloversgroups.blogspot.com/2012/06/azealia-banks-aquababe-lyrics.html)
Sending them gentlemen what they kind of taste
I’ll be keeṗing them, killing them, like murder everyday
When the ziggin’ the apey is on display
You hitches bitches love to dip ya
Get the butt away
The niggas is swank
My bitch is a saint
All these chickens up for dollars
All they get is the Franks
The linnens is blank
The mendel looks paint
He gon put that snuckle room
We gon take to the tank
I’m focused, I floated out the bluest ocean
Especially said, honey keep the ships in motion
Bitches I’m sick, these bitches be opṗosing
Bitches seen me guest, these bitches be all open
You don;t want it, no you don’t really want it
I’m drowning all of my haters, surfing on the moment
Bitches they chatted don’t tell me man I used to be rabid
That I get you, get you you’re charismatic
Holdin’ them fabrics, I’m driving backwards into the navish
Aquafancy she could do special into b-beggin
Aquababe is a new single by American rapper, singer and lyricist from Harlem, Azealia Banks, from her upcoming mixtape “Fantasea”. The song was produced by Machinedrum and was made available online on June 13.
Azealia Banks - Aquababe LyricsThis public poo
These bitches ain’t vivi mermaids
By the beach, by the booth nigga
We live in the shade
How do you?
You probably figured that you that other way
She party friendly, she party friendly
It’s like everyday, try to mention
From the ṗicture, it’s a fin essay
You another, put your liquor
Or they take away, okay
Celebrate, lets celebrate the aquababes
Sachey boulevard away
Bitches whiteness bitches they been afraid
These hating bitches, be bitchin’ they smuggling official AIDS
She sell the biggest, the bigger the difference gave it all the way
Seashells on my two-tat-ass she got in the bullet’s blade
Hurray, yeah, yeah
We knocking, but they popping like a parade
Your opinion is just an option, fuck what you say
I’m looking like a look white niggas look away
I’m popping, clappin’, cu ‘em, bling em
Let the choppers free
The brother grabbing the chunky, hunky brigade
Hustling through that rusty type of ok
(http://musicloversgroups.blogspot.com/2012/06/azealia-banks-aquababe-lyrics.html)
Sending them gentlemen what they kind of taste
I’ll be keeṗing them, killing them, like murder everyday
When the ziggin’ the apey is on display
You hitches bitches love to dip ya
Get the butt away
The niggas is swank
My bitch is a saint
All these chickens up for dollars
All they get is the Franks
The linnens is blank
The mendel looks paint
He gon put that snuckle room
We gon take to the tank
I’m focused, I floated out the bluest ocean
Especially said, honey keep the ships in motion
Bitches I’m sick, these bitches be opṗosing
Bitches seen me guest, these bitches be all open
You don;t want it, no you don’t really want it
I’m drowning all of my haters, surfing on the moment
Bitches they chatted don’t tell me man I used to be rabid
That I get you, get you you’re charismatic
Holdin’ them fabrics, I’m driving backwards into the navish
Aquafancy she could do special into b-beggin
Categories: Labels: Azealia Banks
Jumanji by Azealia Banks, Music Lyrics and Video
Jumanji is the lead single by American rapper Azealia Banks, from her upcoming mixtape “Fantastic”. Produced by Hudson Mohawke and Nick Hook, the single was released online on May 11. The mixtape is set for release sometime in the summer, her full-length debut, “Broke With Expensive Taste,” will then see light in the fall.
Azealia Banks - Jumanji Lyrics
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
A-b a-b the two letters
It’s about my brand two dead lip
I plan to blame all them hammers
Go on live out the limo
Li-ni-ni-ni, li-ni-ni-ni
Leave all my photos and pictures
Inside the fake candid cameras
With all these critics and scandals
Manhattan inside the gigantic
Rule bitch all day, uptown, broadway
Rule bitch all day, uptown, broadway
That can and can and continue
Your anti-nanas and cameras
They all jamming the jam
Come join and put you hands up
Let’s go briefing in cabanas
All my vehicles handsome
The mulas with the passels
Are border-less for the fellas
These bitches in the glitter
Fuckers i bet the dreaming
They never took your money
I can never understand them
That cutie, cutie
Than beauty
Then juicy, juicy
Who truly tattooed
Who’s is your fruity tutty
And boobie, don’t make me remove your coofy
I’ll do it cause it’s my duty
Crazy ain’t kinda spooky
You move this stuff at the gucci
Rule bitch all day, uptown, broadway
Rule bitch all day, uptown, broadway
All of my bitches brooji
Designer vagina gucci
These niggas all kins groupies
They flying, ain’t trying to scoop me
Ruffing in cabanas
All my vehicles handsome
The mulas with the passels
Are border-less for the fellas
These bitches in the glitter
Fuckers i bet the dreaming
They never took your money
I can never understand them
Ruffing in cabanas
All my vehicles handsome
The mulas with the passels
Are border-less for the fellas
These bitches in the glitter
Fuckers i bet the dreaming
They never took your money
I can never understand them
Get that, split that
Make ‘em spend that
Whip that, flip that
Make them chips fly
(http://musicloversgroups.blogspot.com/2012/05/azealia-banks-jumanji-lyrics.html)
Real bitch all day, uptown, broadway
Real bitch all day, uptown, broadway
Get that, split that
Make ‘em spend that
Whip that, flip that
Make them chips fly
Jumanji is the lead single by American rapper Azealia Banks, from her upcoming mixtape “Fantastic”. Produced by Hudson Mohawke and Nick Hook, the single was released online on May 11. The mixtape is set for release sometime in the summer, her full-length debut, “Broke With Expensive Taste,” will then see light in the fall.
Azealia Banks - Jumanji LyricsThis 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
A-b a-b the two letters
It’s about my brand two dead lip
I plan to blame all them hammers
Go on live out the limo
Li-ni-ni-ni, li-ni-ni-ni
Leave all my photos and pictures
Inside the fake candid cameras
With all these critics and scandals
Manhattan inside the gigantic
Rule bitch all day, uptown, broadway
Rule bitch all day, uptown, broadway
That can and can and continue
Your anti-nanas and cameras
They all jamming the jam
Come join and put you hands up
Let’s go briefing in cabanas
All my vehicles handsome
The mulas with the passels
Are border-less for the fellas
These bitches in the glitter
Fuckers i bet the dreaming
They never took your money
I can never understand them
That cutie, cutie
Than beauty
Then juicy, juicy
Who truly tattooed
Who’s is your fruity tutty
And boobie, don’t make me remove your coofy
I’ll do it cause it’s my duty
Crazy ain’t kinda spooky
You move this stuff at the gucci
Rule bitch all day, uptown, broadway
Rule bitch all day, uptown, broadway
All of my bitches brooji
Designer vagina gucci
These niggas all kins groupies
They flying, ain’t trying to scoop me
Ruffing in cabanas
All my vehicles handsome
The mulas with the passels
Are border-less for the fellas
These bitches in the glitter
Fuckers i bet the dreaming
They never took your money
I can never understand them
Ruffing in cabanas
All my vehicles handsome
The mulas with the passels
Are border-less for the fellas
These bitches in the glitter
Fuckers i bet the dreaming
They never took your money
I can never understand them
Get that, split that
Make ‘em spend that
Whip that, flip that
Make them chips fly
(http://musicloversgroups.blogspot.com/2012/05/azealia-banks-jumanji-lyrics.html)
Real bitch all day, uptown, broadway
Real bitch all day, uptown, broadway
Get that, split that
Make ‘em spend that
Whip that, flip that
Make them chips fly
