Liquorice Lyrics - 1991 - Azealia Banks

Look, niggas really wanna beat they chest 

For B.A.N.K.S 

These niggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh 

These niggas be vanilla the chips be legitimate 

They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linens with em 

So since you vanilla men spend 

Can my hot-fudge bitches get with your vanilla friends? 

Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch 

You know I'm lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich 

I make hits muthafucka 

Do you jiggle your dick when 

Ya bitch pop singin on the liquorice hit, ya know 

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Can I catch your eye sir? 

Can I be what you like, yeah? 

I could be the right girl 

Tell me if you like your 

Lady in my might color 

Can I be your type, yeah? 

I could be the right girl 

Tell me if you like your 

Lady in my might color 

Can I be your type, yeah? 

I can set you right, woah 

How are you tonight, sir? 

I'm livin' my life, oh 

Hope you feel alright, yeah 

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Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch 

You know I'm lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich 

He got creme for ya colors and a blue eye too 

Hi, wanna get your number to your 212 line 

Maybe we can slumber 

We can w-w-w wine 

I don't do yey but if you want to, fine 

Your fantasy can get that pitch black 

Cause it's gone erupt when ya slip in-betwixt that black snatch 

Your like blizzak-ker or black-cat ema-nem-minatin 

Where ya mizzat mustache at 

Huh, I bet you been extra gassed 

I bet you really wanna touch up on the molasses ass 

I bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today 

Cause her kizzat s-shaved 

You wanna cuddle with your bitch after, eh? 

But I gotta dip 

I gotta get at the cake 

Lot of skrillac to make 

And the dick don't fuck up any skrillac for Banks 

No issues pickin money over, haha, ya beige in her 

She just wanna see the best in Greece and some gentlemen 

And check these beats in the sun 

He just wanna see the wet wet weave 

When I'm swimmin in the West Indies 

Then I sit up and catch this breeze 

Sip a little bit o' rum and ting 

Nigga 

These bitches know that I be on my black girl shit 

The black girl pin-up with that black girl dip 

With that black girl spin up on ya wack girl tip 

Ain't official til I been up in that black girl kit 

And take out ya mans and attack real quick 

I'm a hit em with that venom and that rap girl hip 

I flip out the denims know that black girl fit 

Get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch 

Bitches better tan for the summer 

And for the haters, 

Quit that chit-chat and get your paper 

Quote the cinnamon and cherry melange bitch verbatim 

When I speak about your face in the clams with the flavors 

You get that? 

And stimulate her 

Take a lick up on my genital 

And sit to savor 

Do ya mans and his liquorice interest a favor 

I could be the right girl 

Tell me if you like your 

Lady in my might color 

Can I be your type, yeah? 

I can set you right, woah 

How are you tonight, sir? 

I'm livin' my life, oh 

Hope you feel alright, yeah 

Who-ooo 

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Ooo-oo-ooo 

Who-ooo 

Who-ooo 

Can I hear it?