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letra de competition - azealia banks

[intro]
(okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay)

[verse 1]
okay, soon as i step in the club
i hit up the back, show my n-ggas some love
hit the restroom up when i’m finished
i seen some bird i ain’t seen in a minute
she’s like “banks, where’ve you been honey?”
what it look like b-tch? getting this money
buying more clothes, i look nice right?
you be in that fake sh-t, and i seen yours twice
your shoes, your weave and your purse
if you’re bad, believe that i’m worse
you be online doing mad research
tryna cop some sh-t she’s seen me in first
yeah, i make this way too easy
you can watch me more than your tv
make sure she see, i’m the main b-tch on the show like mo
y’all can’t be missing

[chorus]
’cause i give all them compet-tion
they don’t even deserve my attention
and she can leave before her entrance
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of y’all b-tches
(and i don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of y’all b-tches)

[verse 2]
i wanna get drunk, i’m tryna get lit
i wanna get f-cked, i’m tryna get picked
these b-tches looking like they wanna get hit
razor or the taser, take your pick
feeling outspoken and i’m hoping you speak
’cause my homegirl hoping she can open your cheek
think twice ‘fore you open your beak
’cause you can get buck fifty then your face’ll be open for weeks
but i breaks no sweat, no key
b-tches always got my name up in they mouths like t–th
but they do treat treat in the chic boutiques
and her shoes and her blouse look cheap
baby girl hair so brown but her weave look black
b-tches on i’m mean ’cause i seen their tracks
lip gloss caked up and her make-up baked up
baby girl did you just wake up?
b-tches need to get their cake up
but these sm-ts got nut in the gut and it’s so, so saved up
real sh-t, she’s the krasdale version
dust bunnies under rugs like persian, but because

[pre-chorus]
i’m here, and if you’re popping that sick sh-t
b-tch, i’m right here
we be sippin’ and trippin’, you know mine’s clear
i would let you come toast but we don’t like beers
no, no

[chorus]
’cause i give all them compet-tion
they don’t even deserve my attention
and she can leave before her entrance
i don’t give a f-ck ’bout none of y’all b-tches

- azealia banks

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