Liquorice lyrics

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

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 my color

Can I be your type, yeah?

I could be the right girl

Tell me if you like your

Lady in my my 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

Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch

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

He got creme for ya color and a blue eye too

Hi, wanna get your number for your 212 line?

Maybe we can slumber

We can w-w-w wine

You don't do gay 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-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 kit-tay

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 my 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

Who-ooo

Who-ooo

Who-ooo

Who-ooo

Ooo-oo-ooo

Who-ooo

Who-ooo

Can I hear it?

• Artist:Azealia Banks
• Album:1991 (2012)