Lyrics Azealia Banks

Azealia Banks

Fuck Up the Fun

Tell him to keep that

Yeah just play the track stop cuttin it off

And lemme-lemme pop my shit

It is what it is hehe

Fuck is ya'll niggas doing?

You ready bitch?

What up what up whatup?

Yo Yo Yo Yo!

Who want it? Who-who want it?

Which nigga little goon is gettin stewed with a onion?

Niggas all cute til the roogs in abundance

And ya dude get to running with the womb in his stomach

Bitch nigga, bitch get ya nigga

All these niggas just a little food for the dinner

And these niggas better tuck in their little jewels when I enter

Cause your bitch hot nigga finna fuck up the fun

Don't fuck with your bitch when the rum in her punch

I might dance on these niggas but the gun in the butt

The gold Jimmy's little mirror little stun in the clutch

And don't slip up little nigga, 'fore the stun in your nuts

Yo' dude bout to fuck up your trust

He gonna run when I hit ya, put you under the pump

You gonna run with your nigga, now you closer enough

To shoot once in the throat leave ya both in a slump (huh)

Go head go head nigga pop off

You can get your fam and your man's and them shot off

I'm a get the AMS for ya and blow your top off

Shit funny til the gun in your face

You better run with your nigga, 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 butt like you wanted the cake

Word

Most of ya'll niggas is fucking pussies out here

Like I'll slap all ya'll niggas in the face

All in the mouth and All in the shit

Like where ya'll nigga's be comin from?

Ya'll niggas is not

Ok Ok Ok Ok

Bitches better quit that chat

These bitches 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 bitch

I see you tryna come and get on bitch

You gonna trip, slip, fall land and lick on dick

It be the same nigga bout to come and lick on this

Scram hit the breeze

You a fan bitch 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 bitches won't speak

And we can freak with your man this week

Bad bitches, you a nickel and your pussy game weak

I'm fickle and my pussy named peach

I can disappear and let the pussy game speak

Let the pussy game speak

Nigga's know the center of the pussy stay pink

All these bitches better keep it going light feet

'Fore I reach and that thing go BRRRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!

What?

Hahahaha

Fuck outta here ya'll little internet ass bitches

Like I really do this

Like nigga's is in Tokyo right now

Like come on ya'll bitches is still on Myspace and YouTube tryna get ya'll little video views up to a million

Like come on ya'll bitches ain't fucking with me

Like what kind amoney is ya'll bitches really even getting for shows

Like is ya'll bitches even doing shows?

Like come on like. Like come on, like ya'll bitches is out here tryna like fuck these little rap niggas and fuck these little basketball players and shit

Like I'm getting this money for real for real for real

Come on now

Shit!