Azealia Banks 1991

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1991 by Azealia Banks 1991 lyrics 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, you will not persist Pyramid, one eye, all 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, wanna ruin the weave And get the grams and the hundreds And the shoe with the "blead?" 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-tippin on these niggas, suck a T.I. dick Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga I'mma be that bitch, what? Juste 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 (What?) [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 1991 be pressing up your doubt Sex kitten honeys, no cougars in the house Imma 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 9, headed to the stars Baby I ride with my mic and 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 and abundance Million dollar baby you can get it if you want it, what? 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 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

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