Hood Bitch Lyrics - Azealia Banks

Azealia Banks] 

I smoke and get high like Project Pat 

Leave a nigga in the trap like a project rat 

You wanna fuck with my money bust a hole through ya hat 

And leave you rotting in the sewer, you the water on tap 

Cause me and my bitches don't play no more 

Bum rush a nigga while he picks the juice at the store 

Get him for his Christian Diors and Mauri gators 

Niggas called the cops so we said "Come in, chase us" 

Jesting every fucking skater for his skateboard 

Wearing BBC denim, nigga, I'mma take yours 

I'mma shake floors in my dry denim jeans 

Black tee, black hair, and my lip gloss clean 

I move like scene when I dip across the abstract 

Got makeup leave the ticket on the dash 

I'm looking for the cash cause I'm tryna' cop the double-trunks 

Boys act stupid so you know I've got to double-bump 

You're a woman like no other 

You lift me when I'm down and blue 

You make me care for you every day 

There's no other in my life but you 

Yeah, yeah 

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You like the way Sevens stay up on my hip 

But the nigga don't never got something in they clip 

Grip-grip got the chrome zip aimed at your lip 

Never seen a young bitch pop like this 

Yup, and the niggas really like this 

Nameplate in the middle of my nice tits 

Diesel and I'm higher than your flight is 

On Verde day y'all playin' where the kites is 

Stay steamin' where the sites is 

Y'all bitches still gleaming at the prices 

See through females like a psychic 

She's mad cause her man wanna pipe this 

She could fuck around and get chopped into slices 

Body parts in the gutter where the crap dice is 

And that one'll be a cold case 

They found her head, it was missing her whole face 

See I'm a scratched CD, I really don't play 

And I reach for the tech and spray 

I spray just like Air Wick and Glade 

But you won't smell white lilies and sage 

Wow this little girl sounds insane 

I've been listening to Wayne and piffing up the brain 

Long black weave and a few gold chains 

Semi-automatic and some real good brain 

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I spit heavy on the beat like I'm tryna' get the taste out 

Them other niggas on it like they got the cake mouth 

Seventeen, been hot since I came out 

Got every whack rapper shaking like a change pouch 

I make out then I send a nigga's face off 

Then to the left, boy you gotta break out 

Don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you 

And the fifth will leave pool on the floor with you 

Bitches better get like me 

Fuck love I keep a couple tricks up my sleeve 

So when one leaves another nigga's in the elevator 

So take the stairs, not the elevator