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AZEALIA BANKS lyrics - Broke With Expensive Taste

JFK

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[Azealia Banks:] First lady on the floor, move sexy in Dior As we, go on and on and on from the dusk till the dawn Fully vampin' on the song, it’s a ball not a prom Have a pour at the bar, at the promenade- yo shorty lookin' gorge The allure of a star They 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 lawn Red carpet to the car, in a garment from the gods I drips and Bogart - you're a target from the start Assassinate the look - murdering the gown Fashion-Killa, the body dipped in brown Get the picture, nobody fit the crown She’s the winner, (in) the lobby with a smile! Jet black weave bout the length of a mile Jet black feet while I clever craft styles Miss I’ll flip this and dip-dip twaow! Miss, I been this, you must’ve missed out Dope when dressed up, ya boy strung out... His Girl is pressed, now behave, calm down Sip on old grapes and be laid lounge... Baby you look late, come peep my now Giving them good taste, the great’s don’t have Mommy keep blaze, better get that cake Shimmy 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 [Theophilus London:] (Hey!) Grand champ, it’s the bougie - the handsome Romance in advance, hit ya boo on her Samsung Beach bunnies, from Aruba to Cancun Ya bitch save money just to move with the anthem So prepare my niggas, gourmet grape taste, we rare my niggas He where? He wear flair, beware my niggas You scared, you see-through, you clear my nigga You boys Scooby and Doo, I’m really groovy and frost You niggas cooped in a hoop, I’m Cooley High in the Porsche I put these niggas on mute, to whom it may not concern... I got the bitch with the juice, you got the bitch with the germ 2Pac in the coup, westside with the herb I got a flock of the hoots, a-list of the birds White model the muse, Arizona the first I took a trip from the Moon, to JFK for that work [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]

Desperados

THE FIRM
Nas: You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight. Desperados. Travlin. What the fucks up son. We could do this word up we could this. Chrous: Spendin to many nights on the hyena gettin right Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the freindly dice I can't call it, It's goin to good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shanala we bough it To many nights on the hyena gettin right Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the freindly dice I can't call it, It's goin to good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shanala we bough it Canibus: At a thousand degree Celsius I make MCs melt Fuckin my record label I appear courtesy of my self Let me explain how I maintain thresh holes to pain I walk across the sun bearfoot lookin for shame I rearrange your rib cage like a 12 gauge at close range And change the poistion of your frame My hard raps penetrates through your hard hats and all that nigga Get ya wig pealed back I scalpe you like the Indians on horse back Running bull will hit you harder than running back Stunning man with brave and cunning rap Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks Like uncut crack you feines keep coming back Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats From wacks to antelope tapes to digital decks It's critacal black that Canibus is ill like that In fact perhaps you should quit rap Instead of always tryin ta dis fact And niggas keep tellin you that ya shits wack I rip rafts Hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat Put you in the figure fourth, breakin taw rats Jump of the top turn buckuler land on your back Til I hear it snaple, crakle, the ref says chill black You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats Ya'll niggas is wack, rappin over microphone feed back My intelligence begins where yours peaks at From Fox Boogie and the see through bras year The nasty Nas year My nigga Nature will explain further if it's not clear Nas Foxy Brown: Millionaire look at the sky Make sure its still there Ice grill stairs that my jewelry is in heavy year Pian Carden backin a dapa den dime Now flex, table rex, Fox rock Inklein Nas(2x): Initiated to the firm shit Real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit Az: Go lock in Do the knowledge Follow the doctrun, we clockin On your air waves keepin it rockin Blaze up, lift fire, light your purple haz up Fix ya tire, bitch ass niggas they should be caged up So raise up fuck the playin I'm sick of layin I could split your spleen off of SK Sheels rickashean Snatched up in supreme court Eyes half shut Gold defeandant court of life sentance seem to crack up We act what, to real Bag two mil Nigga cool steal Bet I'll be home before the news will Blast fuse and leave purple frank matthews Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules Inkier Another halmo deas involved Known frezze condo C's Seven keys dissolved Daily routine, speakin up fo niggas who sling Hand to hand on them street corners clamin you king It's time to lock this Join with us, let your glock spick up through the toxic Only fake niggas drocsnitch Get your guns out it don't take much for me to dumn out Play one route, lay ya shit down and run south Nature: What's the cause of this shit More statistics, deeper than the laws of physics Malabu sand the gorgeous bitches Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live A true desperado, one that never choose sides And show sympathy Just QB, an annotate Stock exchange Top of the game Watch them mention me Image is nothin just obey your thirst I blaze the puple haze sit in the day then display your birth For those concern or just eager to learn I speak for the firm With a zone to the chubbier ta burn Stashin my richies past traditions Like Olympics pass the torch Flip shit so ya'll could picture my thoughts, I'm driftin It's tight ill wakin up lookin like filth Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill Genetically form grade A petagrey Born on the crime rhymes a swift tounge Helta set it free Theoretically peep how we bless this Young and restless, Guns and westins learnin to connect through lessons From coop fees to camps, niggas shoot wack It's a proven fact, 97 mine ya'll niggas move back Chorus

And Justice 4 All

WU-TANG CLAN "The Swarm"
***Chorus*** (x2) Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all [Killa Sin] We move on MC's mechanically Strike nerves like Ghost's verse on 'Can It Be' hard to touch retarded fucks playing wit they fantasies respect this, specialist, black testing this will get ya necklace jacked and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to You throw a cold screw, but sober up when I'm approaching you At the same time we posting two Niggas on that ass that's gonna do what they supposed to do The limelight, snatched away from you because it's my night Killarm blaze inside of the twilight, you better get ya lines right Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right with dust flows, robotic movement, and blurry eyesights What you want I already got and that's control, I keep my head high, hand pon cock and pockets swollen, you foldin, you faggot ass fuck [Dom Pachino] Yo farotion never fails shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail inhale life, exhale strive anxiety's trife blowin' smoke out my peace pipe Ducking the snipe shot off the top of the White House and cop 4'S war never does and many causes my offense is my defense extreme precautious moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious ya forcing it parishly extortionists aborting this space ship thats spacious face it im on contain shit pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix the case is if not ya basic way to make shit embrace it knowing some day you'll have to face it ***Chorus*** Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all (so fuck y'all, so fuck y'all niggas) [Bobby Digital] yo, yo hard to grapple I raise the sharp scaple technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip I smoke the honey dip blunts cherry bomb very calm First bursts like a shot from the Berry homes you'd be most wise to pay close attention to willy lynchin' its stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel's henchmen I step into presidential credentials, evident my potential be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible only ones can know me swore me before the Dolby Alexis Colby broads try to control me pussy whip me like Toby fuck the local I move global economical ship sea promise fool my info glow and the dark Wu-Tang logo sparks the attention, look listen observe killa bee swerv slam like Dr. Julias Erv still strike the vital nerve charter through the Magna Carta trapped like Otis and Carter wild like a Shaolin child from Mariners Harbor king devine forced to shine head burst open like a bottle of Pine use penmenship when I write my script blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless Killa Hill syndrome peace to Two Tone he must know me to understand me from what you do to realize Im you everything I do honey bee from the bee hive Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe of Levi smoke out and not steal or blunt spill the indestructable Bobby Steel's is here [Method Man] Yo In The Heat of The Night my 4-7-7 mash on the mic Killarmy and Trappa John M.D. full metal jackets cuz' some gots to have it kill or be killed only time will reveal I think by myself and I drink by myself from 9-8 until let me know its real son if its really real understandable self explainable caution John Blaze flamable when under pressure, interchangable and still coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed how Johnny do it dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough) two and off stank pussy make my dick soft (huh) bottom line be this high, explosive not for the average Joseph come and get some hol' it, keep one up in the chamber blast wit' my middle finger now I toss men attack like the Four Horsemen see me dog walkin' strickly getty-o slang talkin' all up in thease guts, soften thease rap niggas, official we slap niggas wit' mak' charges dope shit regardless we usually take another niggas garments (what) [Killarmy] Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98 niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicians who be pola-tickin' slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software placed in the rear of ya ear as I sit the next year all yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital shit is critical like the hallways in my projects similar to the streets in Tibet fuck that I aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)

And Justice For All

WU-TANG CLAN "Wu-Tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1"
[***Chorus*** x2] Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all [Killa Sin] We move on MC's mechanically Strike nerves like Ghost's verse on 'Can It Be' hard to touch retarded fucks playing wit they fantasies respect this, specialist, black testing this will get ya necklace jacked and named scratched up off my guestlist party freak You the type of nigga that'll hardly speak unless you spoken to You throw a cold screw, but sober up when I'm approaching you At the same time we posting two Niggas on that ass that's gonna do what they supposed to do The limelight, snatched away from you because it's my night Killarm blaze inside of the twilight, you better get ya lines right Half of these crabs cant even rhyme right with dust flows, robotic movement, and blurry eyesights What you want I already got and that's control, I keep my head high, hand pon cock and pockets swollen, you foldin, you faggot ass fuck [Dom Pachino] Yo farotion never fails shoot at darts sharper than a carpenters nail inhale life, exhale strive anxiety's trife blowin' smoke out my peace pipe Ducking the snipe shot off the top of the White House and cop 4'S war never does and many causes my offense is my defense extreme precautious moving cyphers high valocities making you nautious ya forcing it parishly extortionists aborting this space ship thats spacious face it im on contain shit pioneer looking for honey and is it matrix the case is if not ya basic way to make shit embrace it knowing some day you'll have to face it [***Chorus***] Fuck y'all analog niggas we be digital Wu-Tang, Killarmy we indespensible We never fall We stand tall like sky-scrapers and justice for all (so fuck y'all, so fuck y'all niggas) [Bobby Digital] yo, yo hard to grapple I raise the sharp scaple technique slaps you invasion body snatch you money grip I smoke the honey dip blunts cherry bomb very calm First bursts like a shot from the Berry homes you'd be most wise to pay close attention to willy lynchin' its stupid to fuck wit' Bobby Steel's henchmen I step into presidential credentials, evident my potential be infinate, deluxe benetic sluts invinsible only ones can know me swore me before the Dolby Alexis Colby broads try to control me pussy whip me like Toby fuck the local I move global economical ship sea promise fool my info glow and the dark Wu-Tang logo sparks the attention, look listen observe killa bee swerv slam like Dr. Julias Erv still strike the vital nerve charter through the Magna Carta trapped like Otis and Carter wild like a Shaolin child from Mariners Harbor king devine forced to shine head burst open like a bottle of Pine use penmenship when I write my script blunt spark em' and them mark em' homeless Killa Hill syndrome peace to Two Tone he must know me to understand me from what you do to realize Im you everything I do honey bee from the bee hive Ever-green squeeze dried leaf smoke Killa Priest from the tribe of Levi smoke out and not steal or blunt spill the indestructable Bobby Steel's is here [Method Man] Yo In The Heat of The Night my 4-7-7 mash on the mic Killarmy and Trappa John M.D. full metal jackets cuz' some gots to have it kill or be killed only time will reveal I think by myself and I drink by myself from 9-8 until let me know its real son if its really real understandable self explainable caution John Blaze flamable when under pressure, interchangable and still coming down like precipitation as I reign undesputed how Johnny do it dangerously, whoppin cough (cough, cough) two and off stank pussy make my dick soft (huh) bottom line be this high, explosive not for the average Joseph come and get some hol' it, keep one up in the chamber blast wit' my middle finger now I toss men attack like the Four Horsemen see me dog walkin' strickly getty-o slang talkin' all up in thease guts, soften thease rap niggas, official we slap niggas wit' mak' charges dope shit regardless we usually take another niggas garments (what) [Killarmy] Straight up and down I got this rap shit locked in '98 niggas cant escape the laws that I enforce like top notch politicians who be pola-tickin' slam through expand total construction accross the planet and micro chip software placed in the rear of ya ear as I sit the next year all yall analong niggas fuck yall we be digital shit is critical like the hallways in my projects similar to the streets in Tibet fuck that I aint playin' wit' a full deck (son, son, son, son)

Whacha Want, Whacha Need

MYSTIKAL "Ghetto Fabulous"
[Mystikal:] Ugh camera rolling Shouldn't a did that Me and Busta Rhymes [Busta Rhymes:] Busta Rhymes and Mystikal Nigga Ha ha ha ha hahahaha [Mystikal:] Bitch I'm on a mission Not the one to be mixed up from this nigga and that nigga Hundred percent, full blooded natural, rap whipper Ass kicker, mad spliffer, back flipper That much colder than the last nigga Come from my pops so y'all aint fucking with me I come to get down, its time to get down I think u chicken bust a cap I'm the one mixed with Duggery and Master P Ugh! Mystikal and Busta Rhymes Ohh shit the shocker and the guillitine Down, now put my gun on fire One eight zero zero can't nobody fly Like the cotton off your bottem then its gotta be me Late at night, lights out, you in a perminent sleep Aint many of these niggas coming harder than me Flip Mode, No Limit, who you thought it would be [Chorus: Mystikal/Busta Rhymes[Busta Rhymes mimics Mystikal]][ Wacha want nigga Wacha need nigga We gonna give it to ya Untill u bleed nigga Now where my live niggas Where my live bitches This for my live niggas This for my live bitches Now wacha want nigga Wacha need nigga We gonna give it to you Untill u bleed nigga Now where my live niggas Where my live bitches This for my live niggas This for my live bitches [Busta Rhymes:] Contact we will bomb that All I know is they will make a nigga We will omb back when we contact For better or worse Make a niggas heart sweell up and burst You know one of my niggas busting shots first Bust another shot off into the earth Leave a nigga stressed Feeling the pain of a women giving child birth See now a days everywhere we go we'll carry ya Even when we swinging with bitches down at the Mariot Chickens that will bust back on you and the ferries that Waiting for me to marry ya Ride up in my chariot Sorry but I aint having it Thinking u can roll cause you wearing a little glamour and acting all irogant Bitch Nigga Beet it like Micheal and fuck up you cycle Blast you with my grandfather's rifle I'm great to stifle Bitch Create a crises your paying the prises With the devil you was never richeous I think i might just, hit you now You know u can fold here, niggas know it aint all there Prepare for warfare, niggas is everywhere Fuck with my niggas we are double there Flip Mode nigga you'll find trouble here Tipsy and turning, crispy and burning Hoping and learning You yerning to take hold of a niggas burning Reps for every grain of salt from every street corner The ones you wanted from Brooklyn to the south of the border No Limit and Flip Mode in this bitch While Mystikal and Busta Rhymes be straight busting your shit [Chorus 2] [Mystikal:] I want another side of fries with my poppa's chicken and bisquit Take the wall out, fall out I'm not playing with these dumb bitches What you doing if your riches don't fit ya Ball playing and swinging on a track We some big old niggas Not some dead old niggas Bitch you trying to do something I'm gonna get on with ya I'm scratchy! You can't match I'm known for getting nasty With my ciggerette ass Once I get this fucker started you can't stop Oww you done fucked up now Mystikal and Busta Rhymes like Dolomite and Red Fox They frightened of the braids, running from the dread lox [Chorus 3]

Come And Get Some

DA BRAT "Funkafied"
featuring Mac Daddy (Kris Kross) Verse 1 Da Brat (Mac Daddy) Get down... ain't no room to mess around When Da Brat tat tat tat's all up in your town I'm in the front with a blunt never playing the back It's that new nigga on the block and I don't slack Ta dow now (I know you love how I put it down) Now (I know you love how my shit sounds) So close your eyes as I mesmerize your mind 1 time 2 times 3 times I'm Not that bitch to be fucked with or seen Cause puttin it down ain't no thing bitch you know the routine Either recite what I write or hold that ass Cause ain't no seeing this G be hitting your ass with a blast Now (There I go there I go there I go) (With my funkdafied funkdafied westside flow) If you ain't down you best to get down quick Cause ain't another bitch (like) this bitch (right) shit (Hook) When your in the mood to flow let me know Cause to me it ain't no thing I'm always ready to go So I know that you know that I know you gets none But if you want some come and get some (Verse 2) To be or not to be fucked with is Da Brat with some gangsta shit I'm cappin any nigga that step or disrespecting my click It be the crooked letta O double that once more Def and I have yet to speak on this bad ass ho How many bitches do you that kick shit like this bitch No nothers so others witness the rack-ed wicked As I bust shit niggas can't fuck with This bad mamma jamma lick shots like twin glocks and plus it's On, till I let them fools disperse Ghetto bust proper first verse after verse It gets worse as I puff on the chronic smoke Me and my pad locc up I smoke up and niggas get broke Off, tossed like a cloth I gives a fuck about what niggas say how they walk how they talk Cause to meet 'em y'all needs to quit Cause in '94 I be the wrong bitch to fuck with (Hook) (Verse 3 - Mac Daddy) Now as the sound breaks down let me slide up in The M-A-C's who I be Kris Kross is who I represent For so very long But this time I'm with Da Brat and once again it's on With the K to the K (by the way) dum di di dum Mr. Mac pack now can I drop the bomb Saggin all dressed in black I'm the nigga with them braids shades khakis and pimp packs Leanin to the side peepin out the scene Niggas on my dick cause I got green and I'm a fiend To the microphone which I'm known to rock Bangin till the boogie end boogie time I'm hip hop I know you still feel The devastation of my lyrics so please kneel To the king that I may very be The macadocious A-town player the M-A-C (Hook)

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