Jihadi flew me to Tehran
Vacay, Djibouti Sands
Cop some Audemars, water my watch
Ships docked on the gulf, Obach
Papi slide inside this pussy
I bet you I'll make you nut
Timbuktu for drinks and lunch
I sip the dates through the golden cup
This for my, this for my
This for my NuyoRicans
This for my New York bitches
Them Spanish Harlem bitches
That Gucci garter
Make them ballers slip they Arpels Clip-in
Y'all bitches starving, thriftin'
Y'all be retarded, strippin'
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I need some f*cking money
F*ck what you, f*ck what you
F*ck what you talking 'bout
F*ck what you talking 'bout
You better watch your mouth
Y'all niggas outta clout
Banks and paper, 'round the clock
Y'all niggas ain't got no clout
Y'all niggas ain't got no rap
Take it pound for pound
I could take it pound for pound
Paper, pack it down
Tape it, ship it outta town
La luna llevando este compás
Amarrao a mi cintura, bailando la noche entera
Alcanzarás la luna llevando este compás
Amarrao a mi cintura, bailando la noche entera
Alcanzarás la luna llevando este compás
Where you at?
I kill the pot
Uh, I run it up
Don't wanna read
Don't ya understand?
Uh, don't ya understand?
Ha-ha, -stand?
Call the, ca-ca-call the
Call the, call the, call the cops
I'll kick you off ya block
8th, St. Nick or Audobon
Go, go call the cops
If I come it's a war to fight
These niggas ain't hard inside
Nigga you gonna die
These niggas ain't bonafide
Niggas ain't ready, ain't born to slide
These niggas ain't born to ride
Niggas ain't ready don't want it child
I'll send you the Dolja guy (to)
Hit you in your poker pout
Cause you's a joker child
Niggas be makin' 'em LOL a lot
Tired of being thrown aside
Ha, bonafide
Ha, kick 'em overdrive
I feel the soul inside s-s-soulless child
You niggas ain't bonafide
Oh right, gahdamn
It's a suicide, you're in a suicide
Tired of being thrown aside
Get goin' child
(Beware of Yung Rapunxel)
Get goin' child
Try it again you gonna die
You niggas think-
Okay little nigga you think you bad
Because you wanna ride
Wait 'til I get my hands up on some cash
Nigga you gonna die
I got some anger, lasers
Party people go make noise
Azealia Banks - Jihadi Lyrics
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Jihadi flew me to Tehran
Vacay, Djibouti Sands
Cop some Audemars, water my watch
Ships docked on the gulf, Obach
Papi slide inside this pussy
I bet you I'll make you nut
Timbuktu for drinks and lunch
I sip the dates through the golden cup
This for my, this for my
This for my NuyoRicans
This for my New York bitches
Them Spanish Harlem bitches
That Gucci garter
Make them ballers slip they Arpels Clip-in
Y'all bitches starving, thriftin'
Y'all be retarded, strippin'
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I need some f*cking money
F*ck what you, f*ck what you
F*ck what you talking 'bout
F*ck what you talking 'bout
You better watch your mouth
Y'all niggas outta clout
Banks and paper, 'round the clock
Y'all niggas ain't got no clout
Y'all niggas ain't got no rap
Take it pound for pound
I could take it pound for pound
Paper, pack it down
Tape it, ship it outta town
La luna llevando este compás
Amarrao a mi cintura, bailando la noche entera
Alcanzarás la luna llevando este compás
Amarrao a mi cintura, bailando la noche entera
Alcanzarás la luna llevando este compás
Where you at?
I kill the pot
Uh, I run it up
Don't wanna read
Don't ya understand?
Uh, don't ya understand?
Ha-ha, -stand?
Call the, ca-ca-call the
Call the, call the, call the cops
I'll kick you off ya block
8th, St. Nick or Audobon
Go, go call the cops
If I come it's a war to fight
These niggas ain't hard inside
Nigga you gonna die
These niggas ain't bonafide
Niggas ain't ready, ain't born to slide
These niggas ain't born to ride
Niggas ain't ready don't want it child
I'll send you the Dolja guy (to)
Hit you in your poker pout
Cause you's a joker child
Niggas be makin' 'em LOL a lot
Tired of being thrown aside
Ha, bonafide
Ha, kick 'em overdrive
I feel the soul inside s-s-soulless child
You niggas ain't bonafide
Oh right, gahdamn
It's a suicide, you're in a suicide
Tired of being thrown aside
Get goin' child
(Beware of Yung Rapunxel)
Get goin' child
Try it again you gonna die
You niggas think-
Okay little nigga you think you bad
Because you wanna ride
Wait 'til I get my hands up on some cash
Nigga you gonna die
I got some anger, lasers
Party people go make noise
Vacay, Djibouti Sands
Cop some Audemars, water my watch
Ships docked on the gulf, Obach
Papi slide inside this pussy
I bet you I'll make you nut
Timbuktu for drinks and lunch
I sip the dates through the golden cup
This for my, this for my
This for my NuyoRicans
This for my New York bitches
Them Spanish Harlem bitches
That Gucci garter
Make them ballers slip they Arpels Clip-in
Y'all bitches starving, thriftin'
Y'all be retarded, strippin'
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I need some f*cking money
F*ck what you, f*ck what you
F*ck what you talking 'bout
F*ck what you talking 'bout
You better watch your mouth
Y'all niggas outta clout
Banks and paper, 'round the clock
Y'all niggas ain't got no clout
Y'all niggas ain't got no rap
Take it pound for pound
I could take it pound for pound
Paper, pack it down
Tape it, ship it outta town
La luna llevando este compás
Amarrao a mi cintura, bailando la noche entera
Alcanzarás la luna llevando este compás
Amarrao a mi cintura, bailando la noche entera
Alcanzarás la luna llevando este compás
Where you at?
I kill the pot
Uh, I run it up
Don't wanna read
Don't ya understand?
Uh, don't ya understand?
Ha-ha, -stand?
Call the, ca-ca-call the
Call the, call the, call the cops
I'll kick you off ya block
8th, St. Nick or Audobon
Go, go call the cops
If I come it's a war to fight
These niggas ain't hard inside
Nigga you gonna die
These niggas ain't bonafide
Niggas ain't ready, ain't born to slide
These niggas ain't born to ride
Niggas ain't ready don't want it child
I'll send you the Dolja guy (to)
Hit you in your poker pout
Cause you's a joker child
Niggas be makin' 'em LOL a lot
Tired of being thrown aside
Ha, bonafide
Ha, kick 'em overdrive
I feel the soul inside s-s-soulless child
You niggas ain't bonafide
Oh right, gahdamn
It's a suicide, you're in a suicide
Tired of being thrown aside
Get goin' child
(Beware of Yung Rapunxel)
Get goin' child
Try it again you gonna die
You niggas think-
Okay little nigga you think you bad
Because you wanna ride
Wait 'til I get my hands up on some cash
Nigga you gonna die
I got some anger, lasers
Party people go make noise
Writer: Azealia Banks
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC