Testo di 'Fuck Up The Fun' di Azealia Banks

Tell him to keep that
Yeah just play the track, stop cuttin' it off
You gotta let me pop my shit
It is what it is, haha
How the fuck is yall niggas doin'
You ready bitch? What up, what up, what up, yo, yo, yo

Who want it, who, who, want it?
Which nigga lil' goon gettin' stooed with an onion
Niggas all cute til' the rudes in up under
See you two get to runnin' with the womb in the stomach

Bitch nigga, bitch bitch nigga
All these niggas just raw food for the dinna
(Come get ya nigga bitch)
And these niggas betta tuck they little jewels on the inner
Cuz ya bitch hot nigga, fittin' to fuck up the fun

Don't fuck wit ya bitch when the rum in her punch
I might dance on these niggas wit the gun in tha' butt
The gold jimmies, lil' mirror, lil' son in the clutch
Just don't slip up lil' nigga, put the sun in ya nuts
(What?)

Yo dude, bout' to fuck up ya trust
Go rumm rumm when I hit ya, put you under the pump
You went rumm wit ya nigga, now you close enough
To shoot ones at the throat, put you both in the slump, huh?

Go head, go head, nigga pop off
You can get your fams, or your mans, and them shot off (what?)
I'ma get the amms for you, and blow your top off
(Go head nigga)
Shift on ya, til' the gun in ya face
You betta run wit' a nigga, betta open the safe
You betta come for the money, betta show up to wait, umm
Come with the realest, cuz I'm one with the eights
That put shots in ya butt, like you under the cape yeah huh

(Word)
Most of yall niggas is fuckin' pussy out here
Like, I'll smack all yall' niggas in the face, all in the mouth
And all in the shit, where yall' girls bieng?
Where yall' niggas come from, yall' niggas get on my nerves
Hahahahaha
Ok, ok, ok, oh shit

Bitches betta quit that chat
These bitches betta hold up wit' the git-at-gat
I grip the 5th and click-cliz-ak-ak
I'd hate to have to blow your lil wig all back
I mean, I'd hate to have to see you with your wig off bitch
I see you, tryin' to come, tryin' to get on bitch
You gon' trip, slip, fall, land, and lick on dick
And be the same nigga bout' to come and lick on this
(Hold up)

Scram, hit the breeze, you a fan, bitch please
Don't slip up in the presence, of your little (?)
Don't get it, it's your residence to get it so clean
Used to sit up with the evidence, so bitches can't speak
And we can freak wit' ya man this week, bad bitches
You a nickel, and your pussy's gettin' weak
I'm fickle, and my pussy's name bleach
I could dissappear, and let the pussy game speak

Let the pussy game speak
Niggas know the center of the pussy stay peach

And these bitches, betta keep it, keep it goin’ like c4
Reach in that thing, and go brraah

Word, fuck out of here all yall' internet ass bitches
Look I really do this, niggas is in Tokyo right now
Like come on, yall bitches still on the myspace
On YouTube tryin' to get yall' little video views up to a million
Like come on, yall bitches not fuckin' wit' me
Like what kinda money is yall bitches even gettin' for shows?
Like are you even doin' shows?
Like come on, come on
Yall bitches is out here tryin' to like fuck these lil
Rap niggas and fuck these lil basketball players and shit
Like I'm gettin' this money, foreal, forreal, forreal, forreal, forreal

(Who want it, who, who, want it)
Come on now, shit