Azealia Banks - Liquorice lyrics

[Verse 1] Look, n***as really wanna beat they chests, for B-A-N-K-S These n***as be gorillas for the pin-k flesh These n***as 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 b**hes get with your vanilla friends Hey, I’m the liquorice b**h You know I’m looking for these n***as if these n***as is rich I make hits motherf**er Do you jiggle your dick when your b**h pop singing on the liquorice hit, ya know [Hook] 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 set you right, whoa How are you tonight, sir I'm living my life, ooh Hope you feel alright, yeah [Verse 2] Hey, I’m the Liquorice b**h You know I’m looking for these n***as if these n***as is rich You got creme for your colors and a blue eye too Hi, I wanna get the number to your 212 line Maybe we could slumber, we could woo woo woo wine I don’t do yay, but if you want to, fine Your fantasy could get that pitch black Cause it’s gon’ erupt if ya slip in betwixt that black snatch Ya like blizzak or black-cat, ema-nem-manating Where ya mizzat-mustache at Huh, I bet ya been extra ga**ed Bet you really wanna touch up on the mola**es a** Bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today Cause her kizzat sh-shaved You wanna cuddle with ya b**h after, eh But I gotta dip I gotta get at the cake Lotta scrillac to make, and the dick don’t f** up any scrillac for Banks No issues picking money over ha-ha, ya beige in her She just wanna see the best in Greece with some gentlemen and check these beats in the sun He just wanna see the wet-wet weave when I’m swimming in the West Indies Then I sit up and catch these breeze Sip a little bit of Rum & Ting, n***a [Verse 3] These b**hes know that I be on that black girl sh** That black girl pin-up with that black girl dip Put that black girl spin up on ya whack girl tip Ain’t official till it been up in that black girl kit Pick out ya mans and attack real quick, I’ma hit him with that venom and that rap girl hip I slip out the denims, know that black girl fit, get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch b**hes better tan for the summer, and for the haters, quit that chit chat, and get ya paper Quote the cinnamon The cherry-melange b**h verbatim When I speak about your face in the clam with the flavors You get that? And stimulate her Take a lick up on my genital, then sit to savor Do ya man’s and his licorice interest a favor [Hook]