Fierce lyrics

Bambi, belle of the ball

Banjee, better than them all

Never been a flaw

Pretty kitty manicure the claws, silly

Never been a draw

When I purr bet he wanna paw

Cause a stir when she on the floor

Giving it her all

Champagne always on the pour

Some happy, others can applaud

Bum bitches aggy, but of course

Mermaid coming on the shore

Take the prince crown and the coin

Shut it down then a bitch is gone

'Nother round of Dom Pérignon

Downtown vampin' to the song

Tiara on my head when it's worn

Style get the critics in amor

Physically shawty is the bomb

Whether blue weave or the blonde

Harlem or Milan

Banks break the bank and the bonds

[Ex-ball contender spoken word section]

I used to think I was fierce

’cause I was in all the houses

I won trophies

I used to munch trade for dollars too

But see I’m fiercer now

’cause I got a job, I got an education

And I got somebody waiting at home for me god damn it

Now one queen asked me the other day was it

She told me: Miss Thing, you think you’re fierce?

I said: of course

She said all queens think their fierce

I said: Miss Thing, all queens ain't me!

(Banks)

Bon appetit, I'm a feast for the eyes

The reason why I’m, in luxury designs

So chic, so ahead of time

Kunt queen, princess of the prize

Witness the baddest bitch alive

I’m reporting from the belly of the night

Gorgeous: plus the world is mine

A girl with a twirl and a rhyme

Diamonds and a pearl on the shine

Welcome to her house in the sky

The house, the house, work me the house

You pay ten dollars get in the ball

Work me the house, work me the house, work me the house

’cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball

Work me the house, work me the house, work me the house

’cause you pay ten dollars get in the ball

The house, the house, work me the house

’cause you pay ten dollars to in the ball

Work me the house, work me the house, work me the house

’cause you pay ten dollars to get in the ball you mock?

The house, the house, the house, the house

(Contender)

Work me, god damn it

Back at it 'gain

My only bad habit(s), my addiction to win

She only mad at it, did it better than her friends

You better have Cheddar to attend

Wang gown with leather on the trim

Get together with the slim

Mermaid who came on the swim

Wave to the gents

Do my dips and the spin

Turn tricks for the fucking ends?

You turned dick for the fucking gem?

You a bum bitch to the end

Come again, come again?

You running with the wrong sip, rum to the gin?

Bambi work it out like felons in a gym

Hey fella, f-fella I'm better than a ten

Eleven in the denim

About twelve in her skin

Young mademoiselle, the devil wears Prada

I'm giving them hell, you bitches getting nada

• Artist:Azealia Banks
• Album:Fantasea (2012)