Aquababe Lyrics - Fantasea - Azealia Banks

These public pool, bitches 

Ain't really mermaids 

Private beach Malibu, nigga! 

Weave up in the shade 

How do you, follow figure? 

Yeah, you that other wave 

She party pretty 

She party plenty 

It's like everyday 

I commence you film a picture 

It's a fantasea 

Get another, pitcher liquor 

Off that tank of red 

Okay, celebrate, let's celebrate 

That aquababe, sashé 

Boulevard, Runway 

Bitches, witness bitches 

They've been afraid 

These nigga's bitches be bitches 

They smellin' of fish and eggs! 

She sell it bigger and bigger 

Difference gave it all away 

Seashells on my two ta-tas 

See she got it up on display 

Hooray! 

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We knockin' 

Got it poppin' like a parade 

Your opinion is just a option 

Fucker what you say? 

I'm looking like, I look like 

Niggas look away 

Is it a problem? 

Clap 'em, clock 'em, blam 'em 

Every chopper spray 

The ball like Madden 

The trunk clunkin' everyday 

I see you don't want that 

Rusty, rowdy type, ok? 

Okay, okay, huh? 

(Okay, okay, huh?) 

(Okay, okay, huh?) 

(Huh? Huh? Huh?) 

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Cinnamon, gentlemen 

With that kind of taste? 

I be killin' 'em, killin' 'em 

Like murder everyday 

When does it get 

The ABs on display? 

I hit you, spit you 

Lift you, dip you 

Get up out the way 

The niggas is swank 

My bitches is stank 

All these chickens 

Out for dollars 

All they get is the franks 

The linens is blank 

The middle is pink 

He gon put that snorkel on 

We gon dip in the tank 

I focused 

I floated out the bluest ocean 

This smash on your set, honey? 

Get this shit in motion 

Bitches seasick 

These bitches be opposing 

Bitches see me 

Yes, these bitches be all open 

You don't want it 

No you don't really want it 

I'm drownin' all on my haters 

And surfin' the moment 

(Swimming in all these people) 

(Bitch, surfin' homies) 

(Swimming in all these people) 

(Bitch, surfin' homies) 

The chitter-chatter 

Don't really matter 

You silly rabbit 

That could get'cha 

G-get'cha get'cha 

Your carrot splattered 

All linens, fabrics 

I'm diving backwards 

And livin' ravish 

Aqua fancy 

She get the fly shit 

Then dip it back in 

Ha, ha