Azealia Banks
Azealia Banks - No Problems lyrics
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She like my new talk, my new style My new walk This new whore, open your mouth And I'll bruise jaws like ooh oh Who her? I'm a true star This bitch broad got blue balls Hard pressed 'cause I took off I'm funk fresh from New York Slay the beat 'cause these wannabees Wanna be the buzz Angels need Jesus, angles, features Live show, PR, they made the baby, You can't beat us That New York, that new ones That new story, that 212 to get blue blood Beautiful in my own hood Up the hill it's all good Up the bills, been born touring From fucking where? Who are you? Bad queen is my pedigree Bad bitch is my legacy You mad bitch, you average A rap bitch I'm wrackin' Stacking money, makin' Manhattan Mama cakin' that cash in You text him or ask him, I get it in Harlem might citizen You slap a dyke, you wanna lick a bitch You probably bite, I ain't about it bitch You not my type, I need a harder bitch From New York with it Go on and our home front with it Move y'all bitches and beatin' 'em with the fitted Ooh yah bitches they leavin' you with that No problems, no problems y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems What's working girls? I'm a boss bitch Got foreigners in my office I'm clearly on, you off a switch This dick charm, I'm gorgeous Like really though, you a corn bitch One wish movin' on, it's a warning Be honest, you're garbage, you dog bitch Top drag she lack class We on this, she came here, we own this I claim here, it's my home pit Top pit, that chocolate lanes baby deposit AB 'bout that profit, not gossip This that, stars to the Hollywood red carpet Better get back All these bitches wanna know how she get that Don't ask for the price, let me get that You a man with your dick back You a sam with a slick back You a ham in the pig shack You a scam for the kit kat Little AB queen is champion chit chat Stylin' is something you see not evolve Diamonds is shinin', these bitches, they fauxs While I'm stuntin' and spending that dough And when I'm stepping them bitches, they know Them bitches, they know No problems, no problems y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems