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Azealia Banks - Atm Jam Feat Pharrell Williams Lyrics

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
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That don't get lost in the fat ass bitch
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
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That don't get lost in the fat ass bitch
I got racks racks racks til the ATM JAM
Tell me what you wanna do

Thank you darly, buy the Barry
I can admit I likes to party
I spent a grip, I swipes the cardy
When I heist ima drips my pricey garmy
I'm the swami, hyphy hip-cat
I'm freaky-fit-that, I could rrrrrr-ip-pap
Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat
When I dyke with a bitch, that's spicy. Get that!

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
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That don't get lost in the fat ass bitch
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
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That don't get lost in the fat ass bitch
I got racks racks racks til the ATM JAM
Tell me what you wanna do

Ayo P, do that freaky jam on the beat
Iz you with that butter shit that, that bonne vie?
Did you divvy, did you double dig that? That song sings
Freaky deeky, 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 bitch that won't be with her
Official with that, with that whole steez!
Flighty-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave, nigga

They shootin' in the parking lot
Everybody get low
They shootin' in the parking lot
It ain't where you wanna go
Now standby soldier standby soldier
And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya
Standby soldier standby soldier
And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya

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!
Ims a mermaid, rhymes the Nurse
I'm little red ride ride the verse
My shimmy-shake’s inside the shirt
Should a dyke and a gay guy try to flirt?
(Laugh)

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
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That don't get lost in the fat ass bitch
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
You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
That don't get lost in the fat ass bitch
I got racks racks racks til the ATM JAM
Tell me what you wanna do

They shootin' in the parking lot
Everybody get low
They shootin' in the parking lot
It ain't where you wanna go
Now standby soldier standby soldier
And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya
Standby soldier standby soldier
And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya