Chips Songtext

von Azealia Banks

[Verse]
Jammed in the bill came with the deal
This about to be another gym on the reels
You can dance if you're with it but your games is on stills
But you can't can't slip it while the dance on shills
Saw your man, I should meet him, your man's a tall as shit
What's a freeze in a beezer, a hundred grand for the trip
When I lean I could greet him with then lamb on a strip
Little beams we could use them for the game and the fit
Damn little Lil' D you're the champ, you're the shit,
You're the glam, and a glance, you're a vamp you're a bitch
Listen up Nicki, you're a fiend, you're a trick
You be into these fits with your man's in the grip
And hurt your bitch, heard your rich, nigga rich
Heard your click, had to lick
Can you stick to the bricks
And if it splits get your cran in your tips
Put your hand on your dick
Take a gander at this
[Chorus]
Hi, you been on my mind, you been on my eyes
Realize this
So won't you just show me one time, what I like
Right, and even your right the look in your eyes
I like it,
So won't you just show me one time, what I like
Uh, uh, uh
[Verse]
I'm everywhere you can't go
I'm everywhere you wish you could
I'm sussed up in that Vienne Vogue
My weave long and my pussy good
I lift it up, and I tipped it slow
With that chocolate body that tootsie roll
That flirty Hershey, lawda mercy.
Do it to me, don't hurt me, hurt me
Roll it, pole it, float your boat in
Pick it up it's so slowly slowly

Smoothly smoothly, he hold it hold it
He packed the packing I'm throwing back
And I'm counting racks while he lick the crack
If he acting up then he gettin slapped
If I pop the trunk, then he getting clapped
If I pop the rump then I split your back
[Chorus]
Hi, you been on my mind, you been on my eyes
Realize this
So won't you just show me one time, what I like
Right, and even your right the look in your eyes
I like it,
So won't you just show me one time, what I like
Uh, uh, uh
[Bridge]
Can I get that
Can I get that whip
Can I take that trip
Can I get that grip
Can I split that chip on my bitch pack
Where my rich cat,
Will you keep that shit when you hit the script
When you hit that scene, in the sand get a tan
With your six pack, where my bitch pack
Where'd you get them clothes
How you make that roll, how you make that dose
Sip it slow, sip it slow, sip it, sit back
Quit the chit chat
Before I rip that bow, when I rip your soul
When I rip that bow
[Chorus]
Hi, you been on my mind, you been on my eyes
Realize this
So won't you just show me one time, what I like
Right, and even your right the look in your eyes
I like it,
So won't you just show me one time, what I like
Uh, uh, uh