Top Songs By Azealia Banks
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Azealia Banks
Vocals
The Notorious B.I.G.
Sampled Artist
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Azealia Banks
Songwriter
Jack Fuller
Songwriter
Jay Wilson
Songwriter
Jonathan Harris
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
An Expresso
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Guess who up in this bitch?
Catch you duckin' this clip
Dick, who want it? My ****, it's nothin'
Them boys young drummers, y'all **** keep gunnin'
But y'all **** ain't gutter like me
Look at this bitch, magazine cover this shit
Young sex seller, yeah, bitch, keep mumblin'
Fuck how you feel, a young bitch keep thuggin' it
****, I'm still in these streets
Look at this wrist, look at these colorful chips
Look at these titties, double D's, it's double dutch
I be on the strip, dungarees with the bubble butt
Pumpin' that kilo, that ki
[Verse 2]
A to the B
Dance to the big big beat
Dance to the big big beat with a bitch like
Dance to the big big beat
Dance to the big big beat
[Verse 3]
A to the B
Dance to the big big beat
Dance to the big big beat
Just like this, the big big beat
Dance to the big big beat
[Verse 4]
You've been 'round the world
Lookin' for love in the strangest places
Don't you think it's time you confess your love to me? (True love)
Shining diamond, all of your facets, you've so many faces
Bet your evil smile'll convince anyone who sees
[Verse 5]
You've been 'round the world
Lookin' for love in the strangest places
Don't you think it's time you confess your love to me? (True love)
Shining diamond, all of your facets, you've so many faces
Bet your evil smile'll convince anyone who sees
[Verse 6]
Ooh boy, ooh boy
Ooh boy, I think I know just what you need
Ooh boy, ooh boy
Ooh boy, you need a taste of ecstasy
Ooh boy, ooh boy
Ooh boy, I think I know just what you need
Ooh boy, ooh boy
Ooh boy, you need a taste of ecstasy (True love)
[Verse 7]
Pocket them dividends, christen that bezel
You plottin' on ****, you pickin' that petal
How could that little young bitch from the ghetto hit the jackpot?
Ran off with the cash pot
Keep jockin' this jiggy bitch, jigglin', hello
That gymnast body, black feminist rebel
Spend a hunnid thou' on a Jesuit medal
Just to prove y'all dudes what it be
[Verse 8]
Just like this, the big big beat
Dance to the big big beat
Just like this, the one-two, uh
Dance to the big big beat
Just, just like me, uh, the big big beat
Here comes the big bad witch from the big big beat
The big big beat
It's the big big, uh (True love to me)
Beat (True love to me)
The big big beat
Here comes the big bad witch from the big big beat
[Verse 9]
****, I'm in these streets
Ice cream, butter roll, chips with the bubble gum
Nails with the tips, gold chains, what a gutterbutt
New York City, every day, what the fuck is up?
Haters, I hit 'em real deep in the jugular
Look at this sex, OD (True love)
(True love)
Written by: Azealia Banks, Jack Fuller, Jay Wilson, Jonathan Harris