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azealia banks - fuck up the sun lyrics

(intro)
tell him to keep that
yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off
and lemme-lemme pop my sh-t
it is what it is hehe
f-ck is ya’ll n-gg-s doing
you ready b-tch
what up what up whatup
yo yo yo yo!

(verse)
who want it, who-who want it
which n-gg- little goon is gettin stewed with a onion
n-gg-s all cute til the roogs in abundance
and ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach
b-tch n-gg-, b-tch get ya n-gg-
all these n-gg-s just a little food for the dinner
and these n-gg-s better tuck in their little jewels when i enter
cause your b-tch hot n-gg- finna f-ck up the fun
don’t f-ck with your b-tch when the rum in her punch
i might dance on these n-gg-s but the gun in the b-tt
the gold jimmy’s little mirror little stun in the clutch
and don’t slip up little n-gg-, ‘fore the stun in your nuts
yo’ dude bout to f-ck up your trust
he gonna run when i hit ya, put you under the pump
you gonna run with your n-gg-, now you closer enough
to shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump (huh)

go head go head n-gg- pop off
you can get your fam and your man’s and them shot off
i’mma get the ams for ya and blow your top off
sh-t funny til the gun in your face
you better run with your n-gg-, better open the safe
you better come up with the money better show up the weight
i’m gonna come with gorillas cause i run with the apes
and put shots in your b-tt like you wanted the cake

(talking)
word
most of ya’ll n-gg-s is f-cking p-ss-es out here
like i’ll smack all ya’ll n-gg-s in the face
all in the mouth and all in the sh-t
like where ya’ll n-gg-’s be comin from
ya’ll n-gg-s is not
ok ok ok ok oh sh-t

(verse)
b-tches better quit that chat
these b-tches better hold up with the yizzap-yap
i grips the 5th then click-clizzack clack
i hate to have to blow your little wig all back
i mean i hate to see you with your wig off b-tch
i see you tryna come and get on b-tch
you gonna trip, slip, fall land and lick on d-ck
it be the same n-gg- bout to come and lick on this
scram hit the breeze
you a fan b-tch please
don’t sit up in my presence of ya lil bambin
don’t get it at ya residence and get it so clean
cause i’m slicker with the evidence and b-tches won’t speak
and we can freak with your man this week
bad b-tches, you a nickel and your p-ssy game weak
i’m fickle and my p-ssy named peach
i can disappear and let the p-ssy game speak
let the p-ssy game speak
n-gg-’s know the center of the p-ssy stay pink
all these b-tches better keep it going light feet
‘fore i reach and that thing go brrrrrrrrraaaaahhhhh!
brrrrrrrrraaaaahhhhh!
brrrrrrrrraaaaahhhhh!

(outro)
who want it, who-who want it
which n-gg- little goon
which n-gg- little goon
who want it, who-who want it
which n-gg- little goon
which n-gg- little goon
who want it, who-who want it

- azealia banks lyrics

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