Azealia Banks - 1991 lyrics
[Azealia Banks - 1991 lyrics]
Excusez-moi est-ce que vous savez où est
Un bon restaurant par ici?
Oh, là là là flirting with a cool French
Dude named Antoine
Wanna taste the pastry, chocolate croissant
Ce soir with your bitch, Café au Lait (Woo)
Voulez-vous, nigga mad, Francois
Who are you, nigga? Hahaha
Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie
Young Nubi, young coochy tight
Young juicy, young Uzi-might
Rata tat tat tat, nick nack
Pitty pat pat pat
Silly cat, you don't have that scratch?
How you do that
Do that? Do do that-that-that?
1-9-9-1, my time has come
Oh, nah nah, Ma, your time is done
Prima donna Mama, like a virgin
Private jets, my flights, don't fly Virgin
I sell, you buy, that’s my version
Mommy tie these rhymes, it’s my verses
Oh me, oh my, Illuminat princess
Pyramid, one eye on my assets
Here it is, multi, peep my progress
Peep my progress, here it is, multi
Peep my progress
Peep my progress, here it is, multi
He took her to the Louvre in Paris
He want a chance with a youngin
Wanna ruin her weave
He wanna–, wanna Juniper Breeze
I get the grands and the hundreds
And the shoe with the bleed
I fit the grands and the hundreds
In the Lou to the V
High class, no school, the tuition is free
Little Bam (bi) no fool, intuition is G
Gimme the gem or the jewels
I'll commission a fee
I make hit's, 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-IC
Young villain been developing the
Heat that stick elite rap bitch
I cut and send that beat back quick
Tip-tip and all these niggas, suck a d-i-dick
'Cause you gonna be a bitch
Nigga, I'mma be that bitch, what?
Best believe that shit
You gonna be a bitch nigga
I'mma be that bitch
Believe that shit, believe that shit
Nigga, I'mma be that bitch, what?
Come around, come around
Let the little Bambi run it down, run it down
Went from sippin' Bailey's
Sipping champys on the isles
Nineteen number, naughty baby
Press it on your dial
Sex kitten honeys, no cougars in the house
I'mma 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
Maybe I ride with my mic in my bra
Maybe 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 but never
Sleep to the hundreds
Cocoa want 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 man you are
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 man you are
Un bon restaurant par ici?
Oh, là là là flirting with a cool French
Dude named Antoine
Wanna taste the pastry, chocolate croissant
Ce soir with your bitch, Café au Lait (Woo)
Voulez-vous, nigga mad, Francois
Who are you, nigga? Hahaha
Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie
Young Nubi, young coochy tight
Young juicy, young Uzi-might
Rata tat tat tat, nick nack
Pitty pat pat pat
Silly cat, you don't have that scratch?
How you do that
Do that? Do do that-that-that?
1-9-9-1, my time has come
Oh, nah nah, Ma, your time is done
Prima donna Mama, like a virgin
Private jets, my flights, don't fly Virgin
I sell, you buy, that’s my version
Mommy tie these rhymes, it’s my verses
Oh me, oh my, Illuminat princess
Pyramid, one eye on my assets
Here it is, multi, peep my progress
Peep my progress, here it is, multi
Peep my progress
Peep my progress, here it is, multi
He took her to the Louvre in Paris
He want a chance with a youngin
Wanna ruin her weave
He wanna–, wanna Juniper Breeze
I get the grands and the hundreds
And the shoe with the bleed
I fit the grands and the hundreds
In the Lou to the V
High class, no school, the tuition is free
Little Bam (bi) no fool, intuition is G
Gimme the gem or the jewels
I'll commission a fee
I make hit's, 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-IC
Young villain been developing the
Heat that stick elite rap bitch
I cut and send that beat back quick
Tip-tip and all these niggas, suck a d-i-dick
'Cause you gonna be a bitch
Nigga, I'mma be that bitch, what?
Best believe that shit
You gonna be a bitch nigga
I'mma be that bitch
Believe that shit, believe that shit
Nigga, I'mma be that bitch, what?
Come around, come around
Let the little Bambi run it down, run it down
Went from sippin' Bailey's
Sipping champys on the isles
Nineteen number, naughty baby
Press it on your dial
Sex kitten honeys, no cougars in the house
I'mma 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
Maybe I ride with my mic in my bra
Maybe 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 but never
Sleep to the hundreds
Cocoa want 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 man you are
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 man you are