paroles de chanson Centella (My Honeymoon) - Azealia Banks

I came prepared bitch
Tell yo dogz don't panic
Get up, sit up, we up 'til we lit up
Seven figures, eight, nine ziggas
That's four hittas, nig' its time, nigga
When you love body and niggas is in a hate crime
It's money on my mind
And after that Ima make mine
Fuck what you heard or call it
Crunch or break
Runnin' bags to the bags
As long as honey don't waste mines
Grown ass men be the saddest groupies
Sad ass bitches with the saddest pussy

Uh, open casket cuz she sits
Oh her tits sits on a casket, pussy

OOhh... you like this sexy body
So $-$ cash and a molly
They wanna see me give revenge
To some industry friends that done lied to my face
Bengazi, put a nigga in his place like a ride home
And I know where he at on my iPhone
Got a ounce and a tree, is my zone
Queen ABV on my throne
I could de-throne about three kings
Off heat I keep in my thumb
Can't fuck with me, I was made the queen
Mad black and free
I'm such a trap

Cool nigga sit, trynna get a hot bitch
Wanna find a ride or die
I could ride dick
Oh you the hot kid?
You got your cock lit
Now you walk around town like you the hot shit
Bitch pressed, ma nigga check on so's
Saw yo man check me out
Control yo ho
Ho ass nigga just play yo role
Lay yo ass nigga, can't take control
Alpha female, use my control
How you gettin' to the top with no climbin' tho
How you screamin' from the world, can't find a ho

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Get back, way back, can you please back the fuck off
Read sign, 'fore cross the line says niggas gotta trance off
Beware, she wears, send 'em a beach, yea, each, yea
I'm a star league yea, hell yeah, in my own league, be scared

Uh, Warning!
Warning!

You know I've seen it before
These niggas gay on low
They gay on the low, gay, gay, gay
Gay on the low
Tell a nigga don't get too close
This pussy is too visceral
Ay papi, don't get too close
Tell a nigga don't get too close
Pussy is too visceral
Evidently this sweetest choach
Boom, boom, boom to the boom-boom room
Let's come on to the boom-boom room
Do you, and my dungeon doom
Let me show you what my dungeon do
Ah, hotta cochie-coo
It's um, it's um, butter, ooh
Ha, hotta cunt, choo-choo
Two pretty tits and a cunty too
Ah, hot grits and butter too
Massa what is us to do
Sittin' in butter too, uh
Two cuts in your eyebrows, ooh
Hah, you fucking fool
Pleased to meet you a bump head too
Ha, ha, hot grits and butter too
Massa what is us to do
Her credit cards is due
I ain't rockin' nothing new, uh
I don't know what to do
What the fuck is us to do, uh
I might go prostitute, might just sell some (pussy)
Uh, uh, I ain't no prostitute
I'm just ain't no prostitute
I'm just workin', workin', too, uh
I'm just ain't no prostitute
I just get that Birkin'
Corner freak on the ones and the ones to the twos
Big cigs on the ones and the ones to the twos, uh
I don't prostitute
I'm just out here workin'
I just I don't fuck with you
Uh, ah, I don't want you, uh
Keep this, a fucking fool
Uh, huh, c-cuts and coo
Listen, you fuckin' coon, ha, huh
Put a sunk-in