No Problems

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Azealia Banks - Electronic, Rap

No Problems

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[Verse 1] She like my new talk My new style, my new walk This new whore Open your mouth and I bruise jaws Like ooh, oh, really like Who her? I'm a true star This bitch broad got blue balls (What?) Hard pressed cause I took off I'm farm fresh from New York It's like because these wannabes wanna be buzzed Angels need Jesus, angles, features Live show, PR, then maybe, baby, you could be us That New York, that nuance, that new star That, that, ah 212 to that blue blood (Yup) Beautiful in my own hood (Yup) Up the hill It's all good, up the bills I been born too, you're from fuckin' where? Who are you? Bad queen is my pedigree, bad bitch is my legacy You mad bitch, you average, a rap bitch, I'm rackin' Stackin', moneymakin' Manhattan, mama cakin' that cash in You ask them or ask him, I get it in Harlemite citizen You sloppy dyke, you wanna lick a bitch You probably bite, I ain't about it, bitch You not my type, I need a hotter bitch From New York with it, born and bred to get it A home grown widditch, I flip 'em and get that spinach Ooh, y'all bitches and greatin' em with that fiddith Ooh, y'all bitches they grievin' ya with that— [Chorus] No problems, no problems, y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems, y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems, y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems, y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems [Verse 2] What's workin' girls? I'm a boss bitch Got foreigners in my office (Ha) I'm clearly on, you a off switch This city charm, I'm gorgeous Like really though, you a corn bitch (Ah-ah) Warm wish, movin' on It's a warning, be honest Your garments be garbage (Ha) Top draft, she lack class Poof Poof be gone bitch We own this, she came here We own this, I claim here It's my home pit, top pick That chocolate, banks baby deposit AB 'bout that profit not gossip This, that, starstudded hollywood red carpet, better get back All these bitches wanna know how she get that Don't ask for the price, let me get that You a man with ya dick back You a sam with a slick back You a ham in the pig shack You was aim for the kit kat Little bam hunned' grand is a champion chit-chat Stylin' in something you see not in vogue (Ah) Diamonds is shinin', they frigid, they froze (Huh) Wildin', I'm stuntin', I'm spendin' that dough And when I step in, them bitches, they know Them bitches, they know Diamonds is shinin', they frigid, they froze (Ah) Wildin', I'm stuntin' I'm spendin' that dough And when I step in, them bitches, they know And when I step in, them bitches, they know [Chorus] No problems, no problems, y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems, y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems, y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems No problems, no problems, y'all Y'all want no problems No problems, no problems Y'all bitches don't want no problems

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  • Azealia Banks