Azealia Banks "1991" lyrics

1991

Oh, la la laFlirting with a cool French dude named AntoineWanna taste the pastry chocolate croissantCe soir with your bitch, cafe au laitVoulez-vous nigga mad FrancoisWho are you nigga, hahahaMiss one, miss young, miss cutie pieYoung noobie, young coochy tightYoung juicy, young Uzi-micRata-tat-tat-tatNick-nack pitty-pat-pat-patSilly cat, you know how that scratchHow you do that, do that, do do that that that1991 my time has comeOh nah nah MaYour time is donePrimadonna Mama, like a virginPrivate jets, my flights, no fly VirginI sell you, you buy, that's my versionMommy tie these rhymes it's my versesOh me, oh myIlluminati princessPyramid, one eye, on my assetsHere it is, off top, peep my progressHere it is, off top, peep my progressPeep my progress, here it is off topHe took her to the Louvre in ParisYou want a chance with a younginYou wanna ruin the weaveHe wanna... wanna Juniper BreezeI get the grams and the hundredsAnd the shoe with the bleedAnd fit the grams and the hundredsSend the Lou to the VHigh class, no school, the tuition is freeLil Bam (bi) no foolAnd tuition is GGimme the gem or the jewelsI'll commission a feeI make hits motherfuckerNever do it for free, haYoung tender from the NYCNo contenderNone in my leagueYoung kill-em-in-the-denimsYoung venom on the M-I-CYoung villain andDeveloping the heat that's sickElite rap bitchI gotta send that beat back quickTip-tipping on these niggaz, suck a d-dickCause you gonna be a bitch niggaI'm be that bitch, whatJust believe that shitYou gonna be a bitch niggaI'm be that bitchBelieve that shitBelieve that shitNigga I'm a be that bitch

Come around, come aroundLet the litte Bambi run it down, run it downWith a sip of Bailey'sSip of champy on the allsNineteen number naughty babyPress it on your dialSex kitten honeysNo cougars in the houseI'm hush the rumors and the doubtCame in the game with a beat and a bounceNever for the fame, my feet on the groundCloud number nine, headed to the starsBaby I ride with my mic in my braBaby I recite in the raw the appetite for life and the hunger for the moreThe island of ManhattanI was Born in New York, city never slumbersI would always dream it never sleep to the hundredsCoco with the cream in abundanceMillion dollar baby you can get it if you want it, what

[Outro: x2]NY rose me, most high chose meLet me know what I can can can can do for youIf you don't speak, boy you know you won't see noneLet me know what a man man man man wantNY rose me, most high chose meLet me know what I can can can can do for youIf you don't speak, boy you know you won't see noneLet me know what a man man man man want

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