1991 Lyrics - 1991 - Azealia Banks

Oh, la la la 

Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine 

Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant 

Ce soir with your bitch, cafe 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 

Illuminati princess 

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Pyramid, one eye, on 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 

You wanna ruin the weave 

He wanna... wanna Juniper Breeze 

I get the grams and the hundreds 

And the shoe with the bleed 

Photos 

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-tipping on these niggaz, suck a d-dick 

Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga 

I'm be that bitch, what 

Just believe that shit 

You gonna be a bitch nigga 

I'm be that bitch 

Believe that shit 

Believe that shit 

Nigga I'm a be that bitch 

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 

Nineteen number naughty baby 

Press it on your dial 

Sex kitten honeys 

No cougars in the house 

I'm 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 nine, headed to the stars 

Baby I ride with my mic in 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 in 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 see none 

Let me know what a man man man man want