Azealia Banks - Van Vogue
Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go powDolce crop top, my play clothes now
Those Céline wedges are way downtown
Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down
Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out
All females fledge to bambi style
Light my wrist up, like zing-blaow
Vamp me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's like mh-ow
Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so supple, the ass so round
Trust, there's no trouble, it can go down
Bust your bitch bubble, where's my crown?
Banks, flame hot, Rapunxel style
Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
It's the one, miss, the kunt is out
Flip the scripts, stole your bitch whole style
She did that first, but your bitch so now
Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, Miss Thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
Boy (boy) don't fill yourself too much on her (on her)
Boy (boy), your friends will laugh at you now (now, now)
In that, you been did that
You been with that, you been-been that, bitch
But they all forget you when they spin this shit
Better dance with this and get your skin wet, bitch
It's the Champ, miss little cinnamon, young pip
Making plans to get your little bammer's dick
If she ain't legit you better send that witch
If the mens is rich, you better spend that chip
Better quit that envy, get that, get that benji
Bitch, you know you never looking pretty princey
Pretty prissy, pretty pretty prissy
Bitches on the cover look at pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB
Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe
But these bitches always fronting like they in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but these bitches can't breathe
All them hoes, all them haters
All them hoochies, all them players
All them Rolls and Escalades
All them roses, all them flavors
All them hoes, all them haters
All them hoochies, all them players
All them Rolls and Escalades
All them roses, all them flavors
All them hoes, all them haters
All them hoochies, all them players
All them Rolls and Escalades
All them roses, all them flavors
All them hoes, all them haters
All them hoochies, all them players, all them-
Gonna sip that sip and hit that dip
Damn, little bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, bet ya man wish you look like this
If the men that rich, stay rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance with it
Gonna sip that sip and hit that dip
Damn, little bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, bet ya man wish you look like this
If the men that rich, stay rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance with it (come on)
Oh, yo yo yo, these bottom ass bitches with these raggedy-ass shoes
I see you, bitch, with your Pell Grant refund, I see you coming out of NYU
Spitting that refund check, getting fly, Rainbows and shit
Tryna come out of Forever 21 stunting on me
Don't want to share none of your Whole Foods and shit
I see you, motherfucker, et me get some of that kombucha drink, bitch
Let me get some
Shit, I want some,I want some
You stepped it up, you not in McDonald's
You in Chipotle, fuck outta here
Fuck outta her
So what, you know where the dumpling spot at? You still a hoodrat bitch
And you tryna' stunt on me, yeah, you out the hood and yeah, yeah, yeah, so what?
You out the hood now, I feel you, I feel you
They got government grants and shit like that that get you outta here
"Equal opportunity education" programs and shit that got you outta these streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at UNCC, UNY, whatever
Somewhere, studying some shit about political science
And you tryna' do your shit on the side
And you downtown just closing, you all that and ou having a good time
But when I see you, bitch, just light me up
You know it's me, light me up
You know what I'm saying?
When I ask you, just light me up
You know me, don't front now, don't front now
Oh, yeah, "I don't smoke blunts no more
I don't smoke no blunts no more, bamboo now
You got, you got some white boys, I feel you
And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come through
We don't drink Henny no more?
Oh, nah, you don't drink Henny, white wine
White wine, bitch, okay
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Written by:
Azealia Banks, Kevin James, Travis Stewart
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