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competition - azealia banks (slowed + reverb)

i like this and luxury the same [i don’t own the art or the music in this video. full credit to the artists] lyrics: [Intro] (Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay) [Verse 1] Okay, soon as I step in the club I hit up the back, show my nigga some love Hit the restroom up when I'm finished I seen some bird I ain't seen in a minute She's like "Banks, where've you been honey?" What it look like bitch? Getting this money Buying more clothes, I look nice right? You be in that fake shit, and I seen yours twice Your shoes, your weave and your purse If you're bad, believe that I'm worse You be online doing mad research Tryna cop some shit she's seen me in first Yeah, I make this way too easy You can watch me more than your TV Make sure she see, I'm the main bitch on the show like Mo Y'all can't be missing [Chorus] 'Cause I give all them competition They don't even deserve my attention And she can leave before her entrance I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all bitches (And I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all bitches) [Verse 2] I wanna get drunk, I'm tryna get lit I wanna get fucked, I'm tryna get picked These bitches looking like they wanna get hit Razor or the taser, take your pick Feeling outspoken and I'm hoping you speak 'Cause my homegirl hoping she can open your cheek Think twice 'fore you open your beak 'Cause you can get buck fifty then your face'll be open for weeks But I breaks no sweat, no key Bitches always got my name up in they mouths like teeth But they do treat treat in the chic boutiques And her shoes and her blouse look cheap Baby girl hair so brown but her weave look black Bitches on I'm mean 'cause I seen their tracks Lip gloss caked up and her make-up baked up Baby girl did you just wake up? Bitches need to get their cake up But these smuts got nut in the gut and it's so, so saved up Real shit, she's the Krasdale version Dust bunnies under rugs like Persian, but because [Bridge] I'm here, and if you're popping that sick shit Bitch, I'm right here We be sippin' and trippin', you know mine's clear I would let you come toast but we don't like beers No, no [Chorus] 'Cause I give all them competition They don't even deserve my attention And she can leave before her entrance I don't give a fuck 'bout none of y'all bitches [NOTE: I DON’T WRITE THE LYRICS. I COPY AND PASTE THEM FROM GENIUS]