Azealia Banks, Lazy Jay - 212

Hey, I can be the answer
I'm ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip, get your camera
You could see I been that b*tch since the Pamper
And that I am that young sis, the beacon
The b*tch who wants to compete and
I could freak a 'fit, that pump with the peep and
You know what your b*tch become when her weave in
I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and
Sit in that lunch if you're treatin'
Kick it with ya b*tch who come from Parisian
She know where I get mine from, end of season
Now she wanna lick my plum in the evening
And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in
I guess that cunt getting eaten [x5]

I was in the 212
On the uptown A, n*gga you know what's up or don't you?
Word to who made ya
I'm a rude b*tch, n*gga, what are you made up of?
I'ma eat ya food up, boo
I could bust your 8, I'ma do one too, f*ck ya gon' do?
I want you to make bucks,
I'm a look-right n*gga,
Bet ya do want to f*ck,
F*ck him like ya do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuce
Cock-a-licking in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo in your doo-rag too, son?
N*gga you're a Kool-Aid dude
Plus your b*tch might lick it,
Wonder who let you come to one-two
With ya doo-doo crew son, f*ck are you into, huh?
N*ggas better oooh-run-run
You could get shot, homie, if ya do want to
Put ya guns up, tell your crew don't front
I'm a hoodlum n*gga, you know you were too once
B*tch I'm 'bout to blew up too
I'm the one today,
I'm the new sh*t, boo, young Rapunzel
Who are you, b*tch, new lunch?
I'ma ruin you, cunt [x4]

Ayo (ayo), I heard you're riding
With the same tall, tall tale
Telling them you made some (made some)
Saying you're grinding but you ain't going nowhere
Why you procrastinate girl? (-nate girl)
You got a lot, but you just waste all yourself
They'll forget your name soon (name soon)
And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah

What you gon' do when I appear?
W-when-when I premiere?
B*tch, the end of your lives are near
This sh*t been mine, mine
[x2]

B*tch, I'm in the 212
With the fifth cocked n*gga, it's the two-one-zoo
F*ck you gon' do, when your goon sprayed up?
Bet his b*tch won't get him,
Betcha you won't do much
See, even if you do want to bust
Your b*tch'll get you cut
And touch you crew up too, Pop
You're playing with your butter like your boo won't chew cock
The gun, too - where you do eat poon, hon?
I'm f*cking with you, cutie-q
What's your d*ck like homie,
What are you into, what's the run, dude?
Where do you wake up?
Tell your b*tch keep hating,
I'm the new one too, huh?
See, I remember you when you were
The young new face, but you do like to slumber, don't you?
Now your boo up too, hon
I'ma ruin you cunt

What you gon' do when I appear?
W-when-when I premiere?
B*tch, the end of your lives are near
This sh*t been mine, mine
[x2]