Azealia Banks - Succubi lyrics

rate me

Since Fantasea quenching your thirst,

They want the mermaid bitch to water they’d verse

These bitches is bad, the AB is worse,

These bitches is sad, but lately it works.

I’m crazy with math, add me your purse

Plus you a hearse, minus that church.

You dead on the first, divide from your jerks

Supplier for work.

Fishscale, seaweed get ‘em higher than church

Taste meat,

Saliva to squirt,

Hot lava

I’m reppin the burst

Ain’t no bitch been better than birth

The luxury witch, Galliano the skirt.

From today I reign, tomorrow it’s her’s

Pardon my curve, these basic niggas rattle my nerve,

I battle the bird, a Harlem girl

Flip ‘em

Bag ‘em and sell

These niggas snitches, tattle or tale.

Watch where you dwell, these niggers bitches

Hair braided with gel, the pussy I smell

Why these niggers push me? I get spooky as hell

You local fucker,

I’m kooky with spells

These niggas suckas, be groupies as hell.

Comment my hair, comment my nails.

This nigga’s a girl, you want diamonds and pearls?

Designer clothes, attention and stares?

You’re a man though, why would you care?

(Boy) You’re not a fan though, cool off my AM

My man ho, come Jones on this dildo while I pull on your hair, yeah

Look at this queer

His booty prepared, your uzi is where?

Liar liar, never fuckin fire fire

Here’s a reminder, Hymen

Tru Life, stole all your chains? (Yes)

Max B, wrote all your flames? (Yes)

Montana, road all your wave? (Bet)

Killa, called you a lame

It takes a Harlem bitch to execute a Harlem bitch,

You pop shit, I pop shit,

No problem bitch.