JFK
[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]First lady on the floor, move sexy in DiorAs we, go on and on and on from the dusk till the dawnFully vampin' on the song, it’s a ball not a promHave a pour at the bar, at the promenade- yo shorty lookin' gorgeThe allure of a starThey applaud and in awe...The chips in her palm, what’s a pigeon to a swan?A queen to a pawn?Luxury is on looking to explore, the Bambi on the lawnRed carpet to the car, in a garment from the godsI drips and Bogart - you're a target from the startAssassinate the look - murdering the gownFashion-Killa, the body dipped in brownGet the picture, nobody fit the crownShe’s the winner, (in) the lobby with a smile!Jet black weave bout the length of a mileJet black feet while I clever craft stylesMiss I’ll flip this and dip-dip twaow!Miss, I been this, you must’ve missed outDope when dressed up, ya boy strung out...His Girl is pressed, now behave, calm downSip on old grapes and be laid lounge...Baby you look late, come peep my nowGiving them good taste, the great’s don’t haveMommy keep blaze, better get that cakeShimmy it on stage, i’m giving them good face...Somebody on her page, somebody is amazed...It’s just another day for the dame, just another day for the dame
[Chorus: Azealia Banks]I am Miss Icon and I swore, I saw...A shade of green on ya and I took (I took)Time to teach ya, taught an allure, allure...A la-dy you wasn't before..Finer, free, high-modern and more (and more)You favor me, now how I adore ya!Do you, dine or tea, Italian for two?A day to be around here with you.. with you
[Verse 2: Theophilus London](Hey!)Grand champ, it’s the bougie - the handsomeRomance in advance, hit ya boo on her SamsungBeach bunnies, from Aruba to CancunYa bitch save money just to move with the anthemSo prepare my niggas, gourmet grape taste, we rare my niggasHe where? He wear flair, beware my niggasYou scared, you see-through, you clear my niggaYou boys Scooby and Doo, I’m really groovy and frostYou niggas cooped in a hoop, i’m Cooley High in the PorscheI put these niggas on mute, to whom it may not concern...I got the bitch with the juice, you got the bitch with the germ2Pac in the coup, westside with the herbI got a flock of the hoots, a-list of the birdsWhite model the muse, Arizona the firstI took a trip from the Moon, to JFK for that work
[Reprise: Azealia Banks]I am Miss Icon, I’ve seen you all of green, high-modern miss, I taught - I’ll teach you how to allure! Dine or Tea, Italian miss, I oughta meet ya darling, how finer free now how I adore - ya!
[Chorus: Azealia Banks]