Azealia Banks — Fuck up the Fun (Fantasea 2012)
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Fuck up the Fun (Fantasea 2012) Azealia Banks02:25
Текст песни: Fuck up the Fun (Fantasea 2012)
[Intro: Talking] Tell him to keep that Yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off And lemme-lemme pop my shit It is what it is hehe Fuck is ya'll niggas doing? You ready bitch? What up what up whatup? Yo Yo Yo Yo! [Verse 1] Who want it? Who-who want it? Which nigga little goon gettin' stewed with a onion? Niggas all cute 'til the roogs in abundance And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach Bitch nigga, bitch get ya nigga All these niggas just raw food for the dinner And these niggas better tuck in their little jewels when I enter 'Cause your bitch hot nigga finna fuck up the fun Don't fuck with your bitch when the rum in her punch I might dance on these niggas, but the gun in the butt The gold Jimmy's little mirror little stun in the clutch And don't slip up little nigga, I'll put the stun in your nuts What? yo dude 'bout to fuck up your trust He gon' run when I hit ya, put you under the pump You gon' run with your nigga, now you close enough To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump, huh Go 'head, go 'head, nigga, pop off You can get your fam and your man's and them shot off I'ma get the AMS for ya and blow your top off Shit funny 'til the gun in your face You better run with your nigga, better open the safe You better come up with the money better show up the weight I'm gon' come with gorillas cause I run with the apes And put shots in your butt like you wanted the cake [Interlude] Word Most of ya'll niggas is fucking pussy out here Like I’ll smack all y'all niggas in the face All in the mouth and all in the shit Like where ya'll nigga's come from? Y'all niggas is not from New York Y'all niggas is not dirty *Laughing* Where y'all niggas come from? [Verse 2] Ok, ok, ok, ok Bitches better quit that chat These bitches better hold up with the yizzap-yap I grips the fifth then click-clizzack clack I hate to have to blow your little wig all back I mean I hate to have to see you with your wig off, bitch I see you tryna come and get on, bitch You gon' trip, slip, fall, land and lick on dick It be the same nigga 'bout to come and lick on this, hold up Scram, hit the breeze, you a fan, bitch, please Don’t slip up in the presence of ya little bambin' Don't get it at ya residence and get it so clean 'Cause I’m sick up with the evidence and bitches won't speak And we can freak with your man this week Bad bitches, you a nickel and your pussy game weak, huh I'm fickle and my pussy named peach I can disappear and let the pussy game speak, huh Let the pussy game speak Niggas know the center of the pussy stay peach And these bitches better keep it, keep it going like fif' 'Fore I reach and that thing go BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHH! [Interlude/Outro] What-what, what-what, what-what BRAAHAAHAA, BRAAHAAHAA Word, fuck outta here, y'all lil internet ass bitches Like, I really do this, niggas is in Tokyo right now Like, c'mon, y'all bitches still on the Myspace, on YouTube, tryna get y'all little video views up to a million Like, c'mon, y'all bitches not fucking with me Like what kind of money is y'all bitches really even getting for shows? Like, is y'all bitches even doing shows? Like c'mon Like b-, c'mon, y'all bitches is out here tryna like fuck these little rap niggas and fuck these little basketball niggas and shit Like, I'm getting this money for real, for real, for real, for real, for real, c'mon now, shit [Alternative Outro] Keep it, keep it goin' Who want it? Who-who want it? Which nigga little goon, which nigga little goon-goon Who want it? Who-who want it? Which nigga little goon, which nigga little goon-goon
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