Azealia Banks - Fuck Up The Fun

tell him to keep that yeah just play the track, stop cuttin' it off you gotta let me pop my shit it is what it is, haha how the fuck is yall niggas doin' you ready bitch? what up, what up, what up, yo, yo, yo who want it, who, who, want it? which nigga lil' goon gettin' stooed with an onion niggas all cute til' the rudes in up under see you two get to runnin' with the womb in the stomach bitch nigga, bitch bitch nigga all these niggas just raw food for the dinna (come get ya nigga bitch) and these niggas betta tuck they little jewels on the inner cuz ya bitch hot nigga, fittin' to fuck up the fun don't fuck wit ya bitch when the rum in her punch i might dance on these niggas wit the gun in tha' butt the gold jimmies, lil' mirror, lil' son in the clutch just don't slip up lil' nigga, put the sun in ya nuts (what?) yo dude, bout' to fuck up ya trust go rumm rumm when I hit ya, put you under the pump you went rumm wit ya nigga, now you close enough to shoot ones at the throat, put you both in the slump, huh? go head, go head, nigga pop off you can get your fams, or your mans, and them shot off (what?) I'ma get the amms for you, and blow your top off (go head nigga) shift on ya, til' the gun in ya face you betta run wit' a nigga, betta open the safe you betta come for the money, betta show up to wait, umm come with the realest, cuz I'm one with the eights that put shots in ya butt, like you under the cape yeah huh (word) most of yall niggas is fuckin' pussy out here like, I'll smack all yall' niggas in the face, all in the mouth, and all in the shit, where yall' girls bieng? where yall' niggas come from, yall' niggas get on my nerves hahahahaha ok, ok, ok, oh shit bitches betta quit that chat these bitches betta hold up wit' the git-at-gat i grip the 5th and click-cliz-ak-ak I'd hate to have to blow your lil wig all back I mean, I'd hate to have to see you with your wig off bitch i see you, tryin' to come, tryin' to get on bitch you gon' trip, slip, fall, land, and lick on dick and be the same nigga bout' to come and lick on this (hold up) scram, hit the breeze, you a fan, bitch please don't slip up in the presence, of your little (?) don't get it, it's your residence to get it so clean used to sit up with the evidence, so bitches can't speak and we can freak wit' ya man this week, bad bitches you a nickel, and your pussy's gettin' weak I'm fickle, and my pussy's name bleach I could dissappear, and let the pussy game speak let the pussy game speak, niggas know the center of the pussy stay peach and these bitches, betta keep it, keep it goin' like C4 reach in that thing, and go bbrrrrrrrrrraaaaaahhhhhh word, fuck out of here all yall' internet ass bitches look I really do this, niggas is in tokyo right now like come on, yall bitches still on the myspace on youtube tryin' to get yall' little video views up to a million like come on, yall bitches not fuckin' wit' me like what kinda money is yall bitches even gettin' for shows? like are you even doin' shows? like come on, come on yall bitches is out here tryin' to like fuck these lil rap niggas and fuck these lil basketball players and shit like I'm gettin' this money, foreal, forreal, forreal, forreal, forreal (who want it, who, who, want it) come on now, shit