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AZEALIA BANKS lyrics : "Succubi"

Since Fantasea quenching your thirst,
They want the mermaid (*##$ to water they'd verse
These (*##$es is bad, the AB is worse,

These (*##$es 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 (*##$ been better than birth
The luxury witch, Galliano the skirt.

From today I reign, tomorrow it's her's
Pardon my curve, these basic ^!$$%s rattle my nerve,
I battle the bird, a Harlem girl

Flip 'em
Bag 'em and sell
These ^!$$%s snitches, tattle or tale.

Watch where you dwell, these !@$@s (*##$es
Hair braided with gel, the #~!!@ I smell
Why these !@$@s push me? I get spooky as hell

You local $#&@er,
I'm kooky with spells
These ^!$$%s suckas, be groupies as hell.

Comment my hair, comment my nails.
This ^!$$%'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 !@(* while I pull on your hair, yeah

Look at this queer
His booty prepared, your uzi is where?
Liar liar, never $#&@in 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 (*##$ to execute a Harlem (*##$,

You pop %#@!, I pop %#@!,
No problem (*##$.




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