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letra de id (from today's hits) [mixed] - id

[verse 1: azealia banks]
thank you, darly
buy the barry
i can admit i likes to party
i spent a grip, i swipes the cardy
when i heist, i’ma drips my pricey garmy (garment)
i’m the swami
hyphy hip-cat, i’m “freaky-fit-that”
i could rip that
ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat
when i dyk- with a b-tch, that’s spicy, get that

[chorus: pharrell]
i got racks, racks, racks, ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
i got racks, racks, racks, ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
said you a bad ass b-tch, a bad ass b-tch
that thong get swallowed in that fat ass, b-tch
i got racks, racks, racks ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
i got racks, racks, racks, ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
i got racks, racks, racks, ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
said you a bad ass b-tch, a bad ass b-tch
that thong get swallowed in that fat ass, b-tch
i got racks, racks, racks ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
[verse 2: azealia banks]
ayo, p, do that freaky jam on the beat
is you with that b-tter sh-t-that, that bonne vie?
did you divvy, did you double dig that?
that song sings, freaky deaky, whistle-wetter, slip that slit (that thong thing)
hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker get her own cheese
that’s a chicken with her head off
that’s that b-tch that won’t be with her
official with that with that whole st–z
flighty-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave, n-gga

[chorus: pharrell]
i got racks, racks, racks, ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
i got racks, racks, racks, ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
said you a bad ass b-tch, a bad ass b-tch
that thong get swallowed in that fat ass, b-tch
i got racks, racks, racks ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
i got racks, racks, racks, ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
i got racks, racks, racks, ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
said you a bad ass b-tch, a bad ass b-tch
that thong get swallowed in that fat ass, b-tch
i got racks, racks, racks ’til the atm jam
tell me what you wanna do
[verse 3: azealia banks]
ice the berg, white’s the fur
im’s in the house, like nice suburb
pipes on her pout, might pipe the purr
peter pipe been about my pint for sure
im’s a mermaid, rhymes the nurse
i’m little red ride, ride the verse
my shimmy-shake’s inside the shirt
should a dyk- and a g-y guy try to flirt?

- id

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