Текст Azealia Banks – ATM Jam
Текст:
Hook x2: Pharrell
I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
I got racks, racks, racks, ’til the ATM jam
Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch
I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam
Tell me what you wanna do
Verse 1: Azealia Banks
Thank u darly (darling),
Buy the barry (bar)
I can admit I likes to party!
I spent a grip
I swipes the cardy
When I heist, I’m a drips my pricey garmy (garment)
I’m the swami
Hyphy hip-cat
I’m «freaky-fit-that»
I could I could rrrrr-ip-pap (rap)
Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat
When I dyke with a bitch, -that’s spicy! Get that!
Hook
Verse 2: Azealia Banks
Ayo P. Do that freaky jam on the beat
Is you with that butter shit-that, that bonne vie?
Did you divvy, did you double dig that?
That song sings- freaky deeky, whistle-wetter, slip that slit (that thong thing)
Hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker get her own cheese
That’s a chicken w/ her head off
Official with that with that whole steez
Flighty-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave nigga
Bridge: Pharrell
They shootin’ in the parking lot
Everybody get low
They shootin’ in the parking lot
It ain’t where you wanna go
Now standby soldier standby soldier
And work it with the motherfuckin’ ass like I told ya
Standby soldier standby soldier
And work it with the motherfuckin’ ass like I told ya
Verse 3: Azealia Banks
Ice the berg, white’s the fur
IMS IN THE HOUSE LIKE NICE SUBURB.
Pipes on her pout, might pipe the purr
Peter pipe been about my pint for sure!
Ims a mermaid, rhymes the Nurse
I’m little red ride ride the verse
My shimmy-shake’s inside the shirt
Should a dyke and a gay guy try to flirt?
Laugh
Hook x2: Pharrell
I got racks, racks, racks til the ATM jam,
Tell me what you gonna do?
I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam,
Tell me what you gonna do?
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
A thong get lost in a fat ass bitch
I got racks, racks, racks ’til the ATM jam
Bridge: Pharrell
They shootin’ in the parking lot —
Everybody get low
They shootin’ in the parking lot
It ain’t where you wanna go
Now stand by soldier, stand by soldier
And work it- whip that muthafuckin ass like I told ya!
Standby soldier standby soldier
And work it with the motherfuckin’ ass like I told ya
Birds Chirping