jfk

azealia banks

first lady on the floor

move sexy in dior

as we

go on and on and on from the dusk till the dawn

fully vampin' on the song

it's a ball not a prom

have a pour at the bar

at the promenade- yo shorty lookin' gorge

the allure of a star

they applaud and in awe. the chips in her palm

what's a pigeon to a swan?

a queen to a pawn?

luxury is on looking to explore

the bambi on the lawn

red carpet to the car

in a garment from the gods

i drips and bogart - you're a target from the start

assassinate the look - murdering the gown

fashion-killa

the body dipped in brown

get the picture

nobody fit the crown

she's the winner

the lobby with a smile!

jet black weave bout the length of a mile

jet black feet while i clever craft styles

miss i'll flip this and dip-dip twaow!

miss

i been this

you must've missed out

dope when dressed up

ya boy strung out. his girl is pressed

now behave

calm down

sip on old grapes and be laid lounge. baby you look late

come peep my now

giving them good taste

the great's don't have

mommy keep blaze

better get that cake

shimmy it on stage

i'm giving them good face. somebody on her page

somebody is amazed. it's just another day for the dame

just another day for the dame

i am miss icon and i swore

i saw. a shade of green on ya and i took

time to teach ya

taught an allure

allure. a la-dy you wasn't before. finer

free

high-modern and more

you favor me

now how i adore ya!

do you

dine or tea

italian for two?

a day to be around here with you. with you

grand champ

it's the bougie - the handsome

romance in advance

hit ya boo on her samsung

beach bunnies

from aruba to cancun

ya bitch save money just to move with the anthem

so prepare my niggas

gourmet grape taste

we rare my niggas

he where? he wear flair

beware my niggas

you scared

you see-through

you clear my nigga

you boys scooby and doo

i'm really groovy and frost

you niggas cooped in a hoop

i'm cooley high in the porsche

i put these niggas on mute

to whom it may not concern. i got the bitch with the juice

you got the bitch with the germ

2pac in the coup

westside with the herb

i got a flock of the hoots

a-list of the birds

white model the muse

arizona the first

i took a trip from the moon

to jfk for that work

i am miss icon

i've seen you all of green

high-modern miss

i taught - i'll teach you how to allure!

dine or tea

italian miss

i oughta meet ya darling

how finer free now how i adore - ya!

Full Lyrics: jfk - azealia banks