Azealia Banks - Van Vogue Lyrics

Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Dolce crop top, my play close down
Those Céline wedges are way downtown
Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down
Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out
All females fledge to Bambi style
Light my wrist up, ?
Vamp me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow
We got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so supple, the a** so round
Trust, there's no trouble, the king go down
Bust your b**** bubble, where's my crown
Banks, flame hot, Rapunzel style
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
If she ain't know, the b**** know now
It's the one, miss, the c*** is out
Flip the scripts, so your b**** ??
Did that first, but your b**** know now
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
If she ain't know, the b**** know now
If she ain't know, the b**** know now

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In that, you been did that, you been with that, you been-been that, b****
But they all forget you when I spin this s***
Better dance for this and get your skin wet, b****
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Making plans to get your little ?'s dick
If she ain't legit you better send that witch
If the men is rich, you better spend that chip
Better put that M-B, get that, get that banji
B****, you know you never looking pretty princey
Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey
B****es wanna come and look at pretty A-B
Pretty A-B, pretty pretty A-B
Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe
But these b****es always fronting like they in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but these b****es can't breathe

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Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
Damn little bam, you a real bad b****
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, where ya man when she look like this
The men that rich, the rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance for me

Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
Damn little bam, you a real bad b****
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, where ya man when she look like this
The men that rich, the rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance for me

Oh, yo yo yo, these bottom a** b****es with these raggedy a** shoes
I see you, b****, With your Pell Grant refund, I see you coming out of N-Y-U
Spitting that refund check, getting fly rainbows and s***
Tryna come out of Forever Twenty-One stunting on me
Don't want to see none of your whole foods and s***
I see you, motherf***er
Let me get some of that Kombucha drink, b****
Let me get some s***, I want some, I want some
You stepped it up
You not in McDonalds, you in Chipotle, f*** outta here!
F*** outta here
So what, you know where the ? spot at
You still aren't a rap b****
And you tryna stunt on me yeah, you out the hood
And yeah yeah yeah, so what
You out the hood now, I feel you, I feel you
They got government grants and s*** like that that get you outta here
“Equal opportunity education” programs and s*** that got you outta these streets
Now you up in there, you a freshman at U-N-C-C, U-N-Y,
Whatever, somewhere, studying some s*** about political science
And you tryna do your s*** on the side
And you downtown just closing
You won't ? you having a good time
But when I see you, b****, just light me up
You know it's me, light me up
When I ask you, just light me up
You know me
Don't front now
Don't front now
Oh, yeah, I don't smoke blunts no more I don't smoke no blunts no more Bamboo now
You got on some white boys, I feel you!
And now you don't wanna light me up when you see me come through
We don't drink Henney no more? Oh, nah, you drinking ? white wine
Wa ha ha ha
White wine, b****, okay
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