[LYRICS] Azealia Banks – Six Flags

“Six Flags Lyrics BY Azealia Banks”.

[Into: Azealia Banks] Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Drop that down
Get it, get it, get it
Uh, ah
[Verse 1: Azealia Banks] This that pricey, that diamond, that diva
This drip is so gorgeous
This that money, that mountin’ this pu$$y
He’s climbin’ up on it
This that Birken bag values, get at it when I’m up on it
This that ooh you mad
B!tches get mad cause they not
In it to spend it and win it
This one is the entrance
You b!tches call me the blue-print
B!tches don’t listen, I am the empress
With six feet bitches
The icy princess is glistening
6 feet deep
Leave you icy, my b!tches viscous
You dig it?
It’s that new-new, y’all b!tches witness
I shoot you likе doot-doot!
Fry these niqqas like chickеn gizzards
Black barbie hit digits
Tell that b!tch to go mind her f–kin’ business
Better off suckin’ on a d!ck
Cause b!tch you ain’t fv-kin’ with this

[Hook: Azealia Banks] Get low, get low
Make em drop down to the tip toe
D!ck swole, d!ck swole
That’s how I like this sh!t, ah!
I like niqqas with big dough
Big cash, papi with the big bag
Get down, jump down
Spin ’round, ridin’ on that d!ck like it’s six flags
Big bag, big mad
B!tches get mad cause I got that, ah!
Red weave, real long
Cherry thong make a niqqa sing a song like its Sisqó
Control, control
Imma ball on these niqqas cause I’m in control
Let’s go, let’s go, ha!
Hot grits in the pot niqqa get throwed

[Verse 2: Slim Dollars] I put bands on her hands when I leave her
I’m her man and when I can, I can please her
She’s a bomb little thing when I eat her
Pretty little thing runnin’ ’round with a D cup
She a bad little chic, she a diva
Shorty wanna send, go ham with a Visa
‘Round and [?] in Ibiza
[?] with your head, had a plan, gon’ beat her
She don’t understand, but the plan gettin’ deeper
She shake on the d!ck like she’s havin’ a seizure
Spendin’ hundred grand on the Lam’ and the leisure
Pillow [?] to your man, but I keep her
Got a [?] on my neck and my pinky
Niqqas gettin’ [?] and the hood gettin’ blinkie
I don’t do faux fur better mink me
This b!tch goin’ up right now gettin’ big cheese

[Verse 3: Azealia Banks] Collect the cake, gotta connect the chase
I’m tippin’ on my toes and I keep my own plate
Got him swimmin’ in this pu$$y, make him move like a snake
That pu$$y too swole for you relax and [?] These niqqas don’t balls and they just had a taste
Give em’ that ah, make him feel outta space
Tick tick boom, niqqa get out the way
It’s evident, uh
It’s viscous, yes to the icy diva
Hype believers, mad cause I light the fever
Night, the creeper
B!tches wanna ride to see ya, uh-uh
You b!tches better duck, uh
Diamonds on my neck like I’m poison ivy
You can be the lady freeze, so b!tch don’t try me
Lookin’ at these b!tches got em’ big mad
Ridin’ on my d!ck, like it’s six flags, uh!

[Hook: Azealia Banks] Get low, get low
Make em drop down to the tip toe
D!ck swole, d!ck swole
That’s how I like this sh!t, ah!
I like niqqas with big dough
Big cash, papi with the big bag
Get down, jump down
Spin ’round, ridin’ on that d!ck like it’s six flags
Big bag, big mad
B!tches get mad cause I got that, ah!
Red weave, real long
Cherry thong make a niqqa sing a song like its Sisqó
Control, control
Imma ball on these niqqas cause I’m in control
Let’s go, let’s go, ha!
Hot grits in the pot niqqa get throwed
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