Azealia Banks - Hood b**h lyrics

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks] I smoke and get high like Project Pat Leave a n***a in the trap like a project rat You wanna f** with my money bust a hole through ya hat And leave you rotting in the sewer, you the water on tap Cause me and my b**hes don't play no more Bum rush a n***a while he picks the juice at the store Get him for his Christian Diors and Mauri gators n***as called the cops so he said "Come in, chasers" Jesting every f**ing skater for his skateboard Wearing BBC denim, n***a, I'm a take yours I'm a shake floors in my dry denim jeans Black tee, black hair, and my lip gloss clean I move like scene when I dip across the abstract Got makeup leave the ticket on the dash I'm looking for the cash cause I'm tryna' cop the double-trunks Boys act stupid so you know I've got to double-bump [Chorus: Lime] You're a woman like no other You lift me when I'm down and blue You make me care for you every day There's no other in my life but you Yeah, yeah [Verse 2: Azealia] You like the way Sevens stay up on my hip But the n***a don't never got something in they clip Grip-grip got the chrome zip aimed at your lip Never seen a young b**h pop like this Yup, and the n***as really like this Nameplate in the middle of my nice tits Diesel and I'm higher than your flight is On Verde day y'all playin' where the kites is Stay steamin' where the sites is Y'all b**hes still gleaming at the prices See through females like a psychic She's mad cause her man wanna pipe this She could f** around and get chopped into slices Body parts in the gutter where the crap dice is And that one'll be a cold case They found her head, it was missing her whole face See I'm a scratch city And I reach for the tech and spray I spray just like Air Wick and Glade But you won't smell white lilies and sage Wow this little girl sounds insane I've been listening to Wayne and piffing up the brain Long black weave and a few gold chains Semi-automatic and some real good brain [Chorus: Lime] [Bridge: Azealia] I spit heavy on the beat like I'm tryna' get the taste out Them other n***as on it like they got the cake mouth Seventeen, been hot since I came out Got every whack rapper shaking like a change pouch I make out then I send a n***a's face off Then to the left, boy you gotta break out Don't let the door hit you where the good lord split you And the fifth will leave pool on the floor with you b**hes better get like me f** love I keep a couple tricks up my sleeve So when one leaves another n***a's in the elevator So take the stairs, not the elevator [Chorus: Lime]