Artist: Azealia Banks Album: 1991 EP Song: Van Vogue Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash [Azealia Banks] Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow Dolce crop top, my play close down Those Cˆ©line wedges are way downtown Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out All females fledge to bambi style Light my wrist up, flexin blaow Vamp me up, turn her down Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow Oh, it's so supple’Äîthe ass so round Trust, there's no trouble, the kin go down Bust your bitch bubble, where's my crown Banks, flame hot, Rapunzel style Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow If she ain't know, the bitch know now It's the one, miss, the cunt is out Flip the scripts, so your bitch know styles Did that first, but your bitch know now Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow Bang, pop, pop, this thin go pow If she ain't know, the bitch know now If she ain't know, the bitch know now [Chorus 1] Boy (boy) don't fill yourself too much on her Boy (boy), your friends will laugh at you now, now, now [Azealia Banks] In that, you been did that, you been with that You been-been that, bitch But they all forget you when I spin this shit Better dance for this and get your skin wet, bitch Champ in this, see me mingle dip Makin plans to get your little bammer's dick If she ain't legit you better send that witch If the mens is rich, you better spend that chip Better put that M-B, get that, get that banji Bitch, you know you never lookin pretty princey Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey Bitches on the cover look at pretty AB Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe But these bitches always frontin like they in the A-Z I'm just doin me but these bitches can't breathe [Chorus 2: repeat 4X] Hoes on 'em, haters on 'em Hoochies on 'em, players on 'em Vogues and escalators on 'em Hoochies on 'em, flavors on' em [Outro: repeat 2X] Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip Damn little bam, you a real bad bitch When I twist that hip, and lick that lip Damn, where ya man when she look like this The men that rich, the rich that rich Vans on the Grand, better grip that grip If you built like this, you built like this Dance with it, dance for me