Azealia Banks - Liquorice

[Verse 1:]
Look, niggas really wanna beat they chests for B-A-N-K-S,
These niggas be gorillas for the pink 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 your dick
When your bitch pop singing on the liquorice hit, ya know?

[Hook:]
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-my color?
Can I be your type, yeah?
I could set you right, whoa!
How are you tonight, sir?
I'm living my life, ooh!
Hope you feel alright, yeah!

[Verse 2:]
Hey, I'm the Liquorice bitch,
You know I'm looking for these niggas
If these niggas is rich,
You got creme for your colors and a blue eye too,
Hi, I wanna get the number to your 212 line.
Maybe we could slumber, we could woo-woo-woo,
Why I don't do yay, but if you want to, fine,
Your fantasy could get that pitch black,
'Cause it's gon' erupt when ya slip in betwixt that black snatch,
Ya like blizzack-ker-black-cat, ema-nem-manating,
Where ya mizzat-mustache at.
Huh, I bet ya been extra gassed,
Bet you really wanna touch up on the molasses ass,
Bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today,
'Cause her kizzat sh-shaved.
You wanna cuddle with ya bitch after, eh,
But I gotta dip I gotta get at the cake,
Lotta scrillac to make,
And the dick don't fuck up any scrillac for Banks,
No issues picking money over, ha-ha, ya beige in her!
She just wanna see the best in Greece with some gentlemen
And check these beats in the sun,
He just wanna see the wet-wet weave
When I'm swimming in the West Indies,
Then I sit up and catch these breeze,
Sip a little bit of Rum & Ting, nigga!

[Verse 3:]
These bitches know that I be on that black girl shit,
That black girl pin-up with that black girl dip,
Put that black girl spin up on ya whack girl tip,
Ain't official till it been up in that black girl kit.
Pick out ya mans and attack real quick,
I'ma hit him with that venom and that rap girl hip,
I slip 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 ya paper!
Quote the cinnamon,
The cherry-melange bitch verbatim,
When I speak about your face in the clam with the flavors,
You get that?
And stimulate her,
Take a lick up on my genital, then sit to savor.
Do ya man's and his licorice interest a favor?

[Hook]