- Votes:
- Composers:
- Daniel Giles Sells
- Ciaran David Jeremiah
- Kevin Francis Jeremiah
- Richard Peter Jones
- Paul Ronald Stewart
 
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Azealia Banks - 1991 lyrics
Oh, là là là, flirting with a cool french dude named Antoine
 Wanna taste the pastry chocolate croissant
 Ce soir with your bitch, café au lait?
 Voulez-vous nigga mad francois
 Who are you nigga, hahaha
 Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie
 Young noobie, young coochy tight
 Young juicy, young Uzi-mic
 Rata-tat-tat-tat nick-nack pitty-pat-pat-pat
 Silly cat, you know how that scratch?
 How you do that, do that, do do that that that?
 1991 my time has come
 Oh, nah nah Ma, your time is done
 Primadonna mama, like a virgin
 Private jets, my flights, no fly Virgin
 I sell you, you buy, that's my version
 Mommy tie these rhymes it's my verses
 Oh me, Oh my, you will not persist
 Pyramid, one eye, all my assets
 Here it is, off top, peep my progress
 Here it is, off top, peep my progress
 Peep my progress, here it is off top
 He took her to the Louvre in Paris
 You want a chance with a youngin, wanna ruin the weave
 And get the grams and the hundreds
 And the shoe with the "blead?"
 And fit the grams and the hundreds
 Send the Lou to the V
 High class, no school, the tuition is free
 Lil Bam(bi) no fool
 And tuition is G
 Gimme the gem or the jewels
 I'll commission a fee
 I make hits, motherfucker
 Never do it for free, ha! 
 Young tender from the NYC
 No contender
 None in my league
 Young kill-em-in-the-denims
 Young venom on the M-I-C
 Young villain and
 Developing the heat that's sick
 Elite rap bitch, I gotta send that beat back quick
 Tip-tippin on these niggas, suck a T.I. dick
 Azealia Banks - 1991 - http://motolyrics.com/azealia-banks/1991-lyrics.html
 Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga
 I'mma be that bitch, what?
 Juste believe that shit
 You gonna be a bitch nigga
 I'mma be that bitch! 
 Believe that shit
 Believe that shit
 Nigga ima be that bitch
 (What?)
 [Verse 2]
 Come around, come around
 Let the litte bambi
 Run it down, run it down
 With a sip of bailey's
 Sip of champy on the alls
 1991 be pressing up your doubt
 Sex kitten honeys, no cougars in the house
 Imma hush the rumors and the doubt
 Came in the game with a beat and a bounce
 Never for the fame, my feet on the ground
 Cloud number 9, headed to the stars
 Baby I ride with my mic and my bra
 Baby I recite in the raw the appetite for life and the hunger for the more
 The island of Manhattan, I was Born in New York, city never slumbers
 I would always dream it never sleep to the hundreds
 Coco with the cream and abundance
 Million dollar baby you can get it if you want it, what?
 NY rose me, most high chose me
 Let me know what I can can can can do for you
 If you don't speak, boy you know you won't see none
 Let me know what a man man man man want
 NY rose me, most high chose me
 Let me know what I can can can can do for you
 If you don't speak, boy you know you won't none
 Let me know what a man man man man want
 NY rose me, most high chose me
 Let me know what I can can can can do for you
 If you don't speak, boy you know you won't see none
 Let me know what a man man man man want
 NY rose me, most high chose me
 Let me know what I can can can can do for you
 If you don't speak, boy you know you won't none
 Let me know what a man man man man want















