| Song | Aquababe |
| Artist | Azealia Banks |
| Album | Fantasea |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| These public pool, ******es | |
| Ain’t really mermaids | |
| Private beach | |
| Malibu, ******! | |
| 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 to picture | |
| It’s a fantasea | |
| You another | |
| Picture licker | |
| Off that tank of red | |
| Okay, celebrate, let’s celebrate | |
| That aquababe, sashé | |
| Boulevard, | |
| Runway ******es, witness ******es | |
| They’ve been afraid | |
| These ******’s ******es be ******es | |
| They smelling the fish’s 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! [Verse 2] | |
| We knockin’ | |
| Got it poppin’ like a parade | |
| Your opinion is just a option | |
| ****** what you say? | |
| I’m looking like, | |
| I look like | |
| ******s 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?) [Verse 3] | |
| Cinnamon, gentlemen | |
| What that connate? | |
| 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 ******s is s****** | |
| My ******es is stank | |
| All these chickens | |
| Out for dollars | |
| All they get is the franks | |
| The linens is blank | |
| The mendle is paint | |
| 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 *******t in motion | |
| ******es is sick | |
| These ******es be opposing | |
| ******es see me | |
| Yes, these ******es 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) (******, surfin’ homies) (Swimming in all these people) (******, surfin’ homies) [Verse 4] | |
| The chitter-chatter | |
| Don’t really matter | |
| You silly rabbit | |
| That could get’cha | |
| G-get’cha get’cha | |
| Your carrot, sweat it | |
| All linens, fabrics | |
| I’m diving backwards | |
| And livin’ ravish | |
| Aqua fancy | |
| She get the fly *******t | |
| Then dip it back in | |
| Ha, ha |
| These public pool, es | |
| Ain' t really mermaids | |
| Private beach | |
| Malibu, ! | |
| 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 to picture | |
| It' s a fantasea | |
| You another | |
| Picture licker | |
| Off that tank of red | |
| Okay, celebrate, let' s celebrate | |
| That aquababe, sashe | |
| Boulevard, | |
| Runway es, witness es | |
| They' ve been afraid | |
| These ' s es be es | |
| They smelling the fish' s eggs | |
| She sell it bigger and bigger | |
| Difference gave it all away | |
| Seashells on my two tatas | |
| See she got it up on display | |
| Hooray! Verse 2 | |
| We knockin' | |
| Got it poppin' like a parade | |
| Your opinion is just a option | |
| what you say? | |
| I' m looking like, | |
| I look like | |
| s 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? Verse 3 | |
| Cinnamon, gentlemen | |
| What that connate? | |
| 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 s is s | |
| My es is stank | |
| All these chickens | |
| Out for dollars | |
| All they get is the franks | |
| The linens is blank | |
| The mendle is paint | |
| 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 t in motion | |
| es is sick | |
| These es be opposing | |
| es see me | |
| Yes, these es 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 , surfin' homies Swimming in all these people , surfin' homies Verse 4 | |
| The chitterchatter | |
| Don' t really matter | |
| You silly rabbit | |
| That could get' cha | |
| Gget' cha get' cha | |
| Your carrot, sweat it | |
| All linens, fabrics | |
| I' m diving backwards | |
| And livin' ravish | |
| Aqua fancy | |
| She get the fly t | |
| Then dip it back in | |
| Ha, ha |
| These public pool, es | |
| Ain' t really mermaids | |
| Private beach | |
| Malibu, ! | |
| 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 to picture | |
| It' s a fantasea | |
| You another | |
| Picture licker | |
| Off that tank of red | |
| Okay, celebrate, let' s celebrate | |
| That aquababe, sashé | |
| Boulevard, | |
| Runway es, witness es | |
| They' ve been afraid | |
| These ' s es be es | |
| They smelling the fish' s eggs | |
| She sell it bigger and bigger | |
| Difference gave it all away | |
| Seashells on my two tatas | |
| See she got it up on display | |
| Hooray! Verse 2 | |
| We knockin' | |
| Got it poppin' like a parade | |
| Your opinion is just a option | |
| what you say? | |
| I' m looking like, | |
| I look like | |
| s 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? Verse 3 | |
| Cinnamon, gentlemen | |
| What that connate? | |
| 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 s is s | |
| My es is stank | |
| All these chickens | |
| Out for dollars | |
| All they get is the franks | |
| The linens is blank | |
| The mendle is paint | |
| 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 t in motion | |
| es is sick | |
| These es be opposing | |
| es see me | |
| Yes, these es 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 , surfin' homies Swimming in all these people , surfin' homies Verse 4 | |
| The chitterchatter | |
| Don' t really matter | |
| You silly rabbit | |
| That could get' cha | |
| Gget' cha get' cha | |
| Your carrot, sweat it | |
| All linens, fabrics | |
| I' m diving backwards | |
| And livin' ravish | |
| Aqua fancy | |
| She get the fly t | |
| Then dip it back in | |
| Ha, ha |