Jihadi (Explicit) - Azealia Banks

Lyrics by：Azealia Banks

Jihadi flew me to Tehran

Vacay Djibouti Sands

Cop some Audemars water my watch

Ships docked on the gulf Obach

Papi slide inside this p***y

I bet you I'll make you nut

Timbuktu for drinks and lunch

I sip the dates through the golden cup

This for my this for my this for my NuyoRicans

This for my New York b***hes

Them Spanish Harlem b***hes

That Gucci garter make them ballers slip they Arpels Clip-in

Y'all b***hes starving thriftin'

Y'all be retarded strippin'

Yea n***a yea n***a I need some f**king money

F**k what you f**k what you f**k what you talking 'bout

F**k what you talking 'bout

You better watch your mouth

Y'all n***as outta clout

Banks bring in paper frown and cry

Y'all n***as ain't got no clout

Y'all n***as ain't got no round

Take it for pound for pound

I could take it pound for pound

Paper pack it down

Take it ship it outta town

Where you at

A killa pot pop

I I run it up on ya

You don't want it really

Don't don't don't ya understand

Don't don't don't ya understand

Ha ha don't ya understand

Call call call the

Call the call the call the cops

I'll kick you off ya block

8th St. Nick or Audobon

Go go call the cops

If I come it's a war to fight

These n***as ain't hard inside

N***a you gonna die

These n***as ain't bonafide

N***as ain't ready

Ain't born to slide

These n***as ain't born to ride

N***as ain't ready don't want it child

I'll send you the Dolja guy to

Hit you in your poker pout

Cause you's a joker child

N***as be makin' 'em LOL a lot

Y'all n***as ain't got no clout

Y'all n***as ain't got no round

Take it for pound for pound

Tired of being thrown aside

I feel the soul inside soulless child

Overdrive I'm overdrive

Okay n***a sure you right

It's a suicide you're in a suicide

Tired of being thrown aside

Get goin' child

Beware of Yung Rapunxel

It's a suicide you're in a suicide

Cause you's a joker child

These n***as ain't bonafide

You ain't born to ride

N***as think

Okay little n***a you think you bad

Because you wanna ride

When I get my hands up on some cash

N***a you gonna die

I got some Foggers Lasers

Party people go make noise

Wooo woooo it's a party