Azealia Banks - #ATMJam Ft Pharrell Lyrics

Azealia Banks - ATM Jam Ft Pharrell Lyrics (#ATMJAM) :

Hook:
2x (I got racks racks racks, TIL the ATM jam… Tell me what you wanna do?)
Said you a bad ass bitch, 
a bad ass bitch, 
That thong get lost in a fat ass bitch!
I got racks racks racks, TIL the ATM jam… Tell me what you wanna do
Verse 1:
Thank you darly (darling), 
buy the barry (bar)
I can admit I likes to party! 
I spent a grip, I swipes the cardy
When I heist, ima drips my pricey garmy (garment)
I’m the *swami !
Hyphy hip-cat, 
I’m “freaky-fit-that", I could rrrrr-ip-pap (rap)
Ice on her wrist like high sophis-chat,
When I dyke w/ a bitch - that’s spicy!
Get that!
(HOOK)
Verse 2:
Ayo P, 
Do that freaky jam on the beat
Iz you with that butter shit- that, that *bonne vie?
Did you divvy, did you double dig that-?
That song sings- freaky deeky *whistle-wetter, 
Slip that slit, that thong thing (HA!) 
Hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker, 
Get her own cheese, that’s a chicken with her head off, 
That’s that bitch that won’t be wit her
Official w/ that w/ that whole steez,
Flight-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave nigga!
BRIDGE:
They shootin in the parking lot, 
Everybody get low, 
They shootin in the parking lot,
That ain’t where you wanna go…
Now stand by a soldier , stand by a soldier 
And work it- whip that muthafuckin ass like I told ya!
stand by a soldier , stand by a soldier 
And work it- whip that muthafuckin ass like I told ya!
(HOOK)
Ice the berg, white’s the fur
IMS IN THE HOUSE LIKE NICE SUBURB.
Pipes on her pout, might pipe the purr (cat; pussy; vagina)
Peter pipe been about my *pint for sure!
Ims a mermaid, rhymes the nurse ,
I’m little red ride-ride the verse
My shimmy shake’s inside the shirt,
Should a dyke and a gay guy try to flirt ?!!
(HOOK)

Azealia Banks - ATM Jam Ft Pharrell Lyrics

Azealia Banks - ATM Jam Ft Pharrell Lyrics (#ATMJAM) :

[Hook: Pharrell] x2
I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That don’t get lost in the fat ass, bitch
I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
Thank u darly
Buy the barry
I can admit I likes to party
I spent a grip
I swipes the cardy
When I heist, I’mma drips my pricey garmy
I’m the swami
Hyphy hip-cat
I’m “freaky-fit-that”
I could rrrrrr-ip-pap (rap)
Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat
When I dyke with a bitch, that’s spicy! Get that!

[Hook]
I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That don’t get lost in the fat ass, bitch
I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do

[Verse 2: Azealia Banks]
Ayo P, Do that freaky Jam on the beat,

iz you with that butter shit that, - that bonne vie?

Did you divvy, did you double dig that?

freaky deeky, whistle-wetter, slip that slit (that thong thing) !!

Hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker,

get her own cheese,

that's a chicken w/ her head off,

that's that bitch that won't be with her

Official w/ that, w/ that whole steez!

flighty-fleety-feather-witch

that whip that long weave nigga!

[Bridge: Pharrell]
They shootin’ in the parking lot
Everybody get low
They shootin’ in the parking lot
It ain’t where you wanna go
Now standby soldier standby soldier
And work it with the motherfuckin’ ass like I told ya
Standby soldier standby soldier
And work it with the motherfuckin’ ass like I told ya

[Hook]
I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That don’t get lost in the fat ass, bitch
I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do

Azealia Banks - Out Of Space Lyrics

Azealia Banks - Out Of Space Lyrics:

I take a brain to another dimension
I take a brain on a parallel universe script
I’m the only no parallel bitch
things funny them shit
moving them deep then I’m..them spit you spit
get you little..frozen the hit
or the weapon..I’ma just in this clip
blastin off last up you might be stuck on this dick
look at this bitch, take take wish to, wanna get hit hit
for fifth look quick, four quick in a whip
..is this

I won’t send it to out of space
just find another..
I won’t send it to out of space just find another..
I won’t sent it to out of space just find another..
I won’t sent it to out of space just find another..

Now what’s up new tron give me get me money
what plenty you flew from
pressed in the..cosmos kitchen know the New York
out of world witch burk is a new born
spaceship Porsche the buff ..
platform boots hangin out the coop door
holla world play chips they move on
met you the..rubling new star
I’ma head to your shake and shoes..
ET..I’ma fall the foots on
..no need for the..off
keep on the..fighting speed off
here to take you high the lead on..

pay close attention
pay close attention
I think you turn in another dimension
I think I bring you to another dimension

Azealia Banks - Fantasea Lyrics

Azealia Banks - Fantasea Lyrics:

(Verse)
I cash it for life fantastic
Less they gonna go , basket next to go
I’m a hundred in a book like x and o
Feel better than X and blow
Get half of my lines start texting notes
Get these niggers gazed up like texico
Watch a bitch probably texaco
Ever since I was a embrio had magic flow
Young dynamo, young killer,
Young ellen with a finer flow
Young rapid bow and the will of a half a cold
Can you celebrate it have a truce
Young sister please you’re dope

(x4)
I’m feeling fantasea

That’s for the half of life,
No wrong the cash was right
The bitch bent twice like hasn’t like
Want a great way to pass advice
Now I’m living for arsenal
Bring a fever like Fahrenheit
On a world like sanded light
They build that
They be girl by options right
DJ to the BH pass the light
Off from the passive type
I exite your life gaining acid
Better than your average
That is out there,blow the ship
‘Til I blow some magic
Anything you want, you can have it
Trip trip trip, you wanna magic
Do you really really wanna ask us
Or the phoenix while you in the ashes
Going into depression,no puller no crashing
Numbers of the masses,one is to the nation
Anything you want, it’s estamblished
Anything you want, you can have it

(Outro)
Boy I feel you
As I’m loving you, as I’m loving you
I’m gonna take you in a world ride classy
I’m feeling fantasea
I’m feeling fantasea
I’m feeling fantasea
I’m feeling
I’m feeling fantasea
I’m feeling fantasea
Loving you, loving you
Loving you, loving you

Azealia Banks - Neptune Ft. Shystie Lyrics

Azealia Banks - Neptune Ft. Shystie Lyrics:

(Intro)
I-I-I-I’m alri-i-i-ight
Tonight I-I-I’m alri-i-i-ight babe

(Verse)
More breeze in your hair hun
It’s the one that your blick took her chance on
Damn should’ve have shacked breeze with the champion
Looking for my nigger my feast is the phantom
Phantom this is that young bitch Lil Keke
I needed a plumb with the cheeky
Chill with some fillers from end the shikies
I’mma get ‘em get ‘em so come hit the repeat

(Chorus x2)
Baby about it
Baby you know
Can I turn you out here
Can I turn you on
Tell me now what is your fantasy
Can I hear about it
Tell me what you love

(Verse)
Hey yo mister come whisper
Hey what’s your sign, tell me brother she into
We can make your ex girl ruin her lil pants
Taken off your wish here can you feel-feel this
I’m the type of girl yo mama won’t job out
Stop fucking with your head,blow your brains all out
Tell me you like, yeah I’m right back here
Even when you go, make your head turn back now
Not vanilla we’re cinnamon sticks they’ll be killing bitches
I’m on my liquorish shit ’til the niggers diggie it stiff
Like Agamartis, riga-rigamortis tipi tipi on his neck
You can take faster no waste in these
Check her dipping out the sea with a mermaid please
Stiff a lip I bit harder I’m right under this tree
So let’s all yell now what’s your fantasies

(Verse)
Everybody got though
I’ve been bad you know
I-I I’m trying to give back that toy
I can’t have you know
Al-Alright

(Chorus)
Baby about it
Baby you know
Can I turn you out here
Can I turn you on
Tell me now what is your fantasy
Can I hear about it
Tell me what you love

(Bridge)
I’mma search you I’m going out of mind
I’m a lady that’s even my pride
But do you know mine all the night
I ain’t even gon’ be the light
Boy atleast stay on my mind
Can I wet you up
Baby you know
Am I sexual enough
Can I wet you up
I ain’t even gon’ even lie
I don’t wanna play with your time-time
Tonight
Alright Alright
Alright,tonight,ahaaa

(Chorus x2)
Baby about it
Baby you know
Can I turn you out here
Can I turn you on
Tell me now what is your fantasy
Can I hear about it
Tell me what you love

Azealia Banks - Nathan Ft Styles P Lyrics

Azealia Banks - Nathan Ft Styles P Lyrics:

[Azealia Banks]
What up, what up?
Do you motherfuckers
Wanna gamble with your luck?
Better roll four, five, six
Then up and up
I'mma roll head, crack trips
You got the nuts?
I'mma call your bluff like
"I'm next, small talk"
Never turn the big bucks
Fine man, fuck got they
Hand and with a fucking fine man
Smoke a lotta ciga
Do a nigga have to bust this nigga?
I don't wanna slump this nigga
I don't wanna dump this nigga
I don't wanna lunch this nigga
I don't wanna hit your little goon
In the chest and the stomach
Douche gut this nigga
You don’t really want this nigga

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
(Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan)

[Styles P]
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Fuck is y'all anticipating?
That will make me just lose my patience
Grab a gun and just strip you naked
No KONY, no island
Phony nigga, you was never wildin'
Warrior nigga, I'm forever styling
No trying, four five 'em
We looking for 'em, I'm lying
Two guns up, I'm riding
You ain't looking for me, I ain't hiding
Ain’t the park nigga, no sliding
You could see saw, see a sawed-off or C4
“Bom Pow!"
Nigga Batman words
"Where the juice?"
Nigga gat man words
"Where's the bread?"
Nigga fat man words
"Where's the block?"
Nigga crack man words
Ya niggas, ya niggas
Can't fuck with my niggas
That's my word
Yeah it's Ghost
And Azealia Banks
Go head nigga
You can feel that shank
Go head nigga
Just light your dank
Mind your business
And drink your drink
Yeah!

[Azealia Banks]
Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan

Ketchup
I’m hot, dog
Frankfurters get Nathan
Bur-relish hating
Trust me, I pop off
Ain’t one of ya'll
None of ya’ll gonna make it
Spread you like Mustard
Don’t trust em'
Burn em', boil em'
Grill em', bake em'
Nada, no problem
Zero, zilch em', vacant
It’s nothing- Nathan
Back to the basics, poppin' Aces
Poker face, I’ll pop your face in
You already know I got this blazin'
Back up with that cocky statement
Don’t make me have to cock my favorite
How you want it, roof or basement?
Birds Eye view or bottom lake it
How bout gon strip to make it?
Stripped em naked, stripped the bacon
Left this muthafucka with his pistol shaking
Racy like eight Jamaicans
Bust your nigga Grape and
I scraped his Raisin
Kept my cool and I held my patience
I bet your boy becomes a Trauma patient
I bet your boy ease up the Combination
If you ain’t talking money
Skip the conversation

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan

Y'all niggas, stay hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan
Y'all niggas don't want no drama
(Y'all niggas don't want no problems)
Y'all niggas, y'all niggas, y'all niggas
Y'all niggas, none of ya’ll want it
Stay talking that shit, y'all hating
Y'all niggas ain't getting Nathan