Azealia Banks "Fierce" lyrics

Fierce

Bambi, belle of the ballBanjee, better than them allNever been a flawPretty kitty manicure the claws, sillyNever been a drawWhen I purr bet he wanna pawCause a stir when she on the floorGiving it her allChampagne always on the pourSome happy, others can applaudBum bitches aggy, but of courseMermaid coming on the shoreTake the prince crown and the coinShut it down then a bitch is gone'Nother round of Dom PérignonDowntown vampin' to the songTiara on my head when it's wornStyle get the critics in amorPhysically shawty is the bombWhether blue weave or the blondeHarlem or MilanBanks break the bank and the bonds

[Ex-ball contender spoken word section]I used to think I was fierce’cause I was in all the housesI won trophiesI used to munch trade for dollars tooBut see I’m fiercer now’cause I got a job, I got an educationAnd I got somebody waiting at home for me god damn itNow one queen asked me the other day was itShe told me: Miss Thing, you think you’re fierce?I said: of courseShe said all queens think their fierceI said: Miss Thing, all queens ain't me!

(Banks)Bon appetit, I'm a feast for the eyesThe reason why I’m, in luxury designsSo chic, so ahead of timeKunt queen, princess of the prizeWitness the baddest bitch aliveI’m reporting from the belly of the nightGorgeous: plus the world is mineA girl with a twirl and a rhymeDiamonds and a pearl on the shineWelcome to her house in the sky

The house, the house, work me the house

You pay ten dollars get in the ballWork me the house, work me the house, work me the house’cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ballWork me the house, work me the house, work me the house’cause you pay ten dollars get in the ballThe house, the house, work me the house’cause you pay ten dollars to in the ballWork me the house, work me the house, work me the house’cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball you mock?The house, the house, the house, the house(Contender)Work me, god damn it

Back at it 'gainMy only bad habit(s), my addiction to winShe only mad at it, did it better than her friendsYou better have Cheddar to attendWang gown with leather on the trimGet together with the slimMermaid who came on the swimWave to the gentsDo my dips and the spinTurn tricks for the fucking ends?You turned dick for the fucking gem?You a bum bitch to the endCome again, come again?You running with the wrong sip, rum to the gin?Bambi work it out like felons in a gymHey fella, f-fella I'm better than a tenEleven in the denimAbout twelve in her skinYoung mademoiselle, the devil wears PradaI'm giving them hell, you bitches getting nada

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