Azealia Banks - No Problems (Angel Haze Diss) Lyrics
She like my new talk, my new style
My new walk
This new whore, open your mouth
And Ill bruise jaws like ooh oh (Really Like)
Who her? Im a true star
This bitch broad got blue balls
Hard pressed cause I took off
Im Form fresh from New York
Slay the beat cause these wannabees
Wanna be the buzz
Angels need Jesus, angles, features
Live show, PR, they made the baby,
You cant beat us
That New York, that new ones
That new story, that
212 to get blue blood
Beautiful in my own hood
Up the hill its all good
Up the bills, been born touring
From fucking where? Who are you?
Bad queen is my pedigree
Bad bitch is my legacy
You mad bitch, you average
A rap bitch Im wrackin
Stacking money, makin Manhattan
Mama cakin that cash in
You ask him or ask him, I get it in
Harlem might citizen
You sloppy dyke, you wanna lick a bitch
You probably bite, I aint about it bitch
You not my type, I need a hotter bitch
From New York with it born and breed to get it
A home front with it I flipp em and get that spinach
Move yall bitches and beatin em with the fitted
Ooh yah bitches they leavin you with that
No problems, no problems yall
Yall want no problems
No problems, no problems
Yall bitches dont want no problems
No problems, no problems yall
Yall want no problems
No problems, no problems
Yall bitches dont want no problems
No problems, no problems yall
Yall want no problems
No problems, no problems
Yall bitches dont want no problems
No problems, no problems yall
Yall want no problems
No problems, no problems
Yall bitches dont want no problems
Whats working girls? Im a boss bitch
Got foreigners in my office
Im clearly on, you off a switch
This City charm, Im gorgeous
Like really though, you a corn bitch
One wish movin on, its a warning
Be honest, your garments be garbage,
Top draft she lack class poof poof be gone bitch
We on this, she came here, we own this
I claim here, its my home pit
Top pit, that chocolate banks baby deposit
AB bout that profit, not gossip
This that, stars to the Hollywood red carpet
Better get back
All these bitches wanna know how she get that
Dont ask for the price, let me get that
You a man with your dick back
You a sam with a slick back
You a ham in the pig shack
You a scam for the kit kat
Little Bam 100 grand is champion chit chat
Stylin is something you see not evolve
Diamonds is shinin, they frigged they froze
Wildn' Im stuntin and spending that dough
And when I step in them bitches, them bitches they know
Diamonds is shinin, they frigged they froze
Wildn' Im stuntin and spending that dough
And when I step in them bitches,
Them bitches, they know
No problems, no problems yall
Yall want no problems
No problems, no problems
Yall bitches dont want no problems
No problems, no problems yall
Yall want no problems
No problems, no problems
Yall bitches dont want no problems
No problems, no problems yall
Yall want no problems
No problems, no problems
Yall bitches dont want no problems
No problems, no problems yall
Yall want no problems
No problems, no problems
Yall bitches dont want no problems