Lady Gaga Ft. Rihanna, Beyonce & Azealia Banks – Ratchet
Letra de de Lady Gaga Ft. Rihanna, Beyonce & Azealia Banks
World once seemed still, till you came around
Bringing all my emotions unbound
You unlocked my soul and rocked my Universe
Whoa, ohhh, ooohh
You are some kind of a dream
Some kind of wild imagination machine
Take me, ratchet me around
Open my heart
Speak our truth
Together we unwind like a corkscrew
I love you.
Lady Gaga Ft. Rihanna, Beyonce & Azealia Banks – Ratchet (Traducida)
Letra en español de Ratchet de Lady Gaga Ft. Rihanna, Beyonce & Azealia Banks
Original
World once seemed still, till you came around
Bringing all my emotions unbound
You unlocked my soul and rocked my Universe
Whoa, ohhh, ooohh
You are some kind of a dream
Some kind of wild imagination machine
Take me, ratchet me around
Open my heart
Speak our truth
Together we unwind like a corkscrew
I love you.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Traducción
El mundo una vez pareció inmóvil, hasta que llegaste
Trayendo todas mis emociones
Usted abrió mi alma y sacudió mi Universo
Whoa, ohhh, ooohh
Usted es una especie de sueño
Una especie de máquina imaginación salvaje
Llévame, trinquete a mi alrededor
Abre mi corazón
Di nuestra verdad
Juntos podemos descansar como un sacacorchos
Te quiero.
Letra / Lyrics
Azealia Banks – Bad Bit*hes Do It (BBD)
Letra de Bad Bitches Do It (BBD) de Azealia Banks
Unh let me get that
Let me get that, ooh
I get it when they get that, ooh
I spin it when they whip that
Flossing on them haters
It’s that boss, the bit*h that cake up
Trick that boy and tip that shaker
He forfeiting all that paper
Nig*as coughing off that acre
I wanna hit them vapors
It’s that sporty bit*h that game ‘em
They calling me super saiyan
Hit that
I’m just really out here living
Something like a new edition
They say I’m poison, ¿what’s the difference?
Bbd, Michael Gibbons
All my bad bit*hes do it, bad bit*hes do it
All my bad bit*hes do it, bad bit*hes do it
All my bad bit*hes do it, bad bit*hes do it
All my bad bit*hes do it, bad bit*hes do it
I’m just stunting in stilettos
Holla, playa, hello
All them dusty bit*hes jello
I’m rising, I spit that ghetto
It’s that time to get that bezel
Diamond with that cello
Freaky fine, a china fellow
He pumping banana yellow
Get that
Let me get that
Let me get that, ooh
Wanna spit that
I’mma spit that, ooh
Wanna hit that
Let me hit that, ooh
I get it when they get that, ooh
I spin it when they spend that, ooh
I spin it when they get that ooh
Fine, feminine, and with that woo
Dram, dram and nig*as get that deuce
Ram, bam and ma’am’ll shake that loot
Gam chant and jimmy jam on loop
Damn, ‘fam, what’s your man gon’ do?
I get it when whip that woo
I spin it when they spend that loot
Wildin’ with my bit*hes, I be styling with my bit*hes
Pretty eyes and long extensions
They smiling and rue them bit*hes
I be rising with my bit*hes
Riding with my bit*hes
We the finest of them bit*hes
As diamonds, we diamond district
Get that ice, nig*a ice, nig*a
Bit*h wanna freeze like ripe winter
She need the gs, that price went up
She need to see that bright shimmer
He wanna see that nice, wanna fit that slice
Wanna see that spice simmer
She want it with that white nig*a
Peachy, pinky, pipe, nig*a
These were the bs of the weeds by the sea
Ain’t zeeted about that life, nig*a
Tits out with your wife, nig*a
I’m bringing out the dyke in her
Xoxo fine, scissor sister, 69
With that
I get it when they get that
I spend it when I’m with that
Let me get that
Let me get that, ooh
Wanna spit that
I’mma spit that, ooh
Wanna hit that
Let me hit that, ooh
I get it when they get that, ooh
I spin it when they spend that, ooh
I’m just really out here living
Something like a new edition
They say I’m poison, ¿what’s the difference?
Bbd, Michael Gibbons.
Azealia Banks – No Problems (Angel Haze Diss)
Letra de No Problems (Angel Haze Diss) de Azealia Banks
She like my new talk, my new style
My new walk
This new whore, open your mouth
And I’ll bruise jaws like ooh oh
Who her? I’m a true star
This bit*h broad got blue balls
Hard pressed ‘cause I took off
I’m funk 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 can’t 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 it’s all good
Up the bills, been born touring
From fu*king where? Who are you?
Bad queen is my pedigree
Bad bit*h is my legacy
You mad bit*h, you average
A rap bit*h I’m wracking
Stacking money, making Manhattan
Mama caking that cash in
You text him or ask him, I get it in
Harlem might citizen
You slap a dyke, you wanna lick a bit*h
You probably bite, I ain’t about it bit*h
You not my type, I need a harder bit*h
From New York with it
Go on and our home front with it
Move y’all bit*hes and beating ‘em with the fitted
Ooh yah bit*hes they leaving you with that
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bit*hes don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bit*hes don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bit*hes don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bit*hes don’t want no problems
What’s working girls? I’m a boss bit*h
Got foreigners in my office
I’m clearly on, you off a switch
This dick charm, I’m gorgeous
Like really though, you a corn bit*h
One wish moving on, it’s a warning
Be honest, you’re garbage, you dog bit*h
Top drag she lack class
We on this, she came here, we own this
I claim here, it’s my home pit
Top pit, that chocolate lanes baby deposit
Ab ‘bout that profit, not gossip
This that, stars to the Hollywood red carpet
Better get back
All these bit*hes wanna know how she get that
Don’t 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 ab queen is champion chit chat
Styling is something you see not evolve
Diamonds is shining, these bit*hes, they fauxs
While I’m stunting and spending that dough
And when I’m stepping them bit*hes, they know
Them bit*hes, they know
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bit*hes don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bit*hes don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bit*hes don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bit*hes don’t want no problems.
Azealia Banks – Atlantis
Letra de Atlantis de Azealia Banks
Hi, hi, alright, hey, alright
Why you’ve been running your mouth
All out, and wipe for it’s just island
Right to mention you, and I heard why a word
But I was in New York, New York, New York
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I, I, I know you might like do you feel her world
But you just ride away in desire Explain
Tryina say hello, some of you mean hello
It’s alright, let’s do, let’s do
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You know I spit slick game, slick game, to the brothers
When I hip hop slang bang bang for the summer
I’m the twist, - slick dame they say you the son of
From Letra-Lyrics.com
So they nick-nick name-named me your mother
If the fifth pop, pray, pray for your butter
You in tip top shape, shift-shape nig*a run it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Lil sis skate(s), straight, straight to the coven
Little witch pop, Jupiter queen
Your bit*h make hits never do it for free
I can’t take that risk, never 2 out of 3
And took the blue out the sea
And put the blue in the weave
And did the bam dance nig*as then it blue in the raise
Word to you and the man get the blow in the cheese
From Letra-Lyrics.com
If you a big shot nig*a I’am see you believe
And spit the shit on the labour
Hit your tooth on the nin
Little witch pot nig*a, nig*a who could it be?
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You know I spit slick game, slick game, to the brothers
When I hip hop slang bang bang for the summer
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m the twist, - slick dame they say you the son of.
Letra / Lyrics
Azealia Banks – Atlantis (Traducida)
Letra en español de Atlantis de Azealia Banks
Original
Hi, hi, alright, hey, alright
Why you’ve been running your mouth
All out, and wipe for it’s just island
Right to mention you, and I heard why a word
But I was in New York, New York, New York
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I, I, I know you might like do you feel her world
But you just ride away in desire Explain
Tryina say hello, some of you mean hello
It’s alright, let’s do, let’s do
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You know I spit slick game, slick game, to the brothers
When I hip hop slang bang bang for the summer
I’m the twist, - slick dame they say you the son of
From Letra-Lyrics.com
So they nick-nick name-named me your mother
If the fifth pop, pray, pray for your butter
You in tip top shape, shift-shape nig*a run it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Lil sis skate(s), straight, straight to the coven
Little witch pop, Jupiter queen
Your bit*h make hits never do it for free
I can’t take that risk, never 2 out of 3
And took the blue out the sea
And put the blue in the weave
And did the bam dance nig*as then it blue in the raise
Word to you and the man get the blow in the cheese
From Letra-Lyrics.com
If you a big shot nig*a I’am see you believe
And spit the shit on the labour
Hit your tooth on the nin
Little witch pot nig*a, nig*a who could it be?
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You know I spit slick game, slick game, to the brothers
When I hip hop slang bang bang for the summer
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m the twist, - slick dame they say you the son of.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Traducción
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Azealia Banks – Succubi (Traducida)
Letra en español de Succubi de Azealia Banks
Original
Since fantasea quenching your thirst
They want the mermaid bit*h to water they’d verse
These bitc*es is bad, the ab is worse
These bitc*es is sad, but lately it works
I’m crazy with math, add me your purse
Plus you a hearse, minus that church
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You dead on the first, divide from your jerks
Supplier for work
Fishscale, seaweed get ‘em higher than church
Taste meat
Saliva to squirt
Hot lava
I’m reppin the burst
Ain’t no bit*h been better than birth
The luxury witch, Galliano the skirt
From Letra-Lyrics.com
From today I reign, tomorrow it’s her’s
Pardon my curve, these basic nig*as rattle my nerve
I battle the bird, a Harlem girl
Flip ‘em
Bag ‘em and sell
From Letra-Lyrics.com
These nig*as snitches, tattle or tale
Watch where you dwell, these nig*ers bitc*es
Hair braided with gel, the pu*sy I smell
Why these nig*ers push me? I get spooky as hell
You local fuc*er
I’m kooky with spells
These nig*as suckas, be groupies as hell
Comment my hair, comment my nails
This nig*a’s a girl, you want diamonds and pearls?
Designer clothes, attention and stares?
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You’re a man though, why would you care?
(Boy) you’re not a fan though, cool off my am
My man ho, come Jones on this dildo while I pull on your hair, yeah
Look at this queer
His booty prepared, your uzi is where?
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Liar liar, never fu*kin fire fire
Here’s a reminder, hymen
Tru life, stole all your chains? (yes)
Max b, wrote all your flames? (yes)
Montana, road all your wave? (bet)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Killa, called you a lame
It takes a harlem bit*h to execute a harlem bit*h
You pop sh*t, I pop sh*t
No problem bit*h.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Traducción
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Azealia Banks Ft. Shystie – Neptune
Letra de Neptune de Azealia Banks y Shystie
I-I-I-I’m alri-i-i-ight
Tonight I-I-I’m alri-i-i-ight babe
More breeze in your hair hun
It’s the one that your blick took her chance on
Damn should’ve have shacked breeze with the champion
Looking for my nigger my feast is the phantom
Phantom this is that young bit*h Lil Keke
I needed a plumb with the cheeky
Chill with some fillers from end the shikies
I’mma get ‘em get ‘em so come hit the repeat
Baby about it
Baby you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on?
Tell me now what is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you love (x2)
Hey yo mister come whisper
Hey what’s your sign, tell me brother she into
We can make your ex girl ruin her Lil pants
Taken off your wish here can you feel-feel this
I’m the type of girl yo mama won’t job out
Stop fucking with your head,blow your brains all out
Tell me you like, yeah I’m right back here
Even when you go, make your head turn back now
Not vanilla we’re cinnamon sticks they’ll be killing bit*hes
I’m on my liquorish sh*t ’til the nig*ers diggie it stiff
Like agamartis, riga-rigamortis tipi tipi on his neck
You can take faster no waste in these
Check her dipping out the sea with a mermaid please
Stiff a lip I bit harder I’m right under this tree
So let’s all yell now what’s your fantasies
Everybody got though
I’ve been bad you know
I-I I’m trying to give back that toy
I can’t have you know
Al-alright
Baby about it
Baby you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on?
Tell me now what is your fantasy
Can I hear about it
Tell me what you love
I’mma search you I’m going out of mind
I’m a lady that’s even my pride
But do you know mine all the night
I ain’t even gon’ be the light
Boy atleast stay on my mind
Can I wet you up?
Baby you know
Am I sexual enough?
Can I wet you up?
I ain’t even gon’ even lie
I don’t wanna play with your time-time
Tonight
Alright alright
Alright,tonight,ahaaa
Baby about it
Baby you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on?
Tell me now what is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you love (x2)
Letra / Lyrics
Azealia Banks – 212
Hey, I can be the answer
I’m ready to dance when the vamp up
And when I hit that dip, get your camera
You could see I been that bit*h since the Pamper
And that I am that young sis, the beacon
The bit*h who wants to compete and
I could freak a 'fit, that pump with the peep and
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You know what your bit*h become when her weave in
I just wanna sip that punch with your peeps and
Sit in that lunch if you're treatin'
Kick it with ya bit*h who come from Parisian
She know where I get mine from, and the season
Now she wanna lick my plum in the evening
And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in
I guess that cunt getting eaten(x4)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I was in the 212
On the uptown A, nig*a you know what’s up or don’t you?
Word to who made ya
I’m a rude bit*h, nig*a, what are you made up of?
I’m-a eat ya food up, boo
I could bust your eight, I’m-a do one too, fu*k ya gon' do?
I want you to make bucks, I’m a look-right nig*a, bet ya do want to fu*k
Fu*k him like ya do want to cum
You're gay to get discovered in my two-one-deuce
Cock-a-licking in the water by the blue bayou
Caught the warm goo in your doo-rag too, son?
Nig*a you’re a Kool-Aid dude
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Plus your bit*h might lick it, wonder who let you come to one-two
With ya doo-doo crew son fu*k are you into, huh?
Nig*as better oooh-run-run
You could get shot, homie, if ya do want to
Put ya guns up, tell your crew don’t front
I’m a hoodlum nig*a, you know you were too once
Bit*h I’m 'bout to blew up too
I’m the one today, I’m the new sh*t, boo, young Rapunzel
Who are you, bit*h, new lunch?
I’m-a ruin you, cunt(x4)
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Ayo (ayo), I heard you're riding with the same tall, tall tale
Telling them you made some (made some)
Saying you're grinding but you ain't going nowhere
Why you procrastinate girl? (nate girl)
You got a lot, but you just waste all yourself
They'll forget your name soon (name soon)
And won't nobody be to blame but yourself, yeah
What you gon' do when I appear?
W-when-when I premiere?
Bit*h, the end of your lives are near
This sh*t been mine, mine (x2)
Bit*h, I’m in the 212
With the fifth cocked nig*a, it’s the two-one-zoo
Fu*k you gon' do, when your goon sprayed up?
Bet his bit*h won't get him, betcha you won't do much
See, even if you do want to bust
Your bit*h’ll get you cut and touch you crew up too, Pop
You're playing with your butter like your boo won’t chew cock
The gun, too where you do eat poon, hon?
I’m fu*king with you, cutie-q
What’s your dick like homie, what are you into, what’s the run, dude?
Where do you wake up? Tell your bit*h keep hating, I’m the new one too, huh?
See, I remember you when you were
The young new face, but you do like to slumber, don’t you?
Now your boo up too, hon
I'm-a ruin you, cunt
What you gon' do when I appear?
W-when-when I premiere?
Bit*h, the end of your lives are near
This sh*t been mine, mine.
Letra / Lyrics
Azealia Banks – Liquorice
Letra de Liquorice de Azealia Banks
Look, nig*as really wanna beat they chests, for B-A-N-K-S
These nig*as be gorillas for the pin-k flesh
These nig*as be vanilla, the chips be legitimate
They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linens with 'em
From Letra-Lyrics.com
So since you vanilla men spend
Can my hot fudge bit*hes get with your vanilla friends
Hey, I’m the liquorice bit*h
You know I’m looking for these nig*as if these nig*as is rich
I make hits motherfu*ker
Do you jiggle your dick when your bit*h pop singing on the liquorice hit, ya know
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Can I catch your eye, sir
Can I be what you like, yeah
I could be the right girl
Tell me if you like your lady in my night color
Can I be your type, yeah
I could set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir
I'm living my life, ooh
Hope you feel alright, yeah
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Hey, I’m the Liquorice bit*h
You know I’m looking for these nig*as if these nig*as is rich
You got creme for your colors and a blue eye too
Hi, I wanna get the number to your 212 line
Maybe we could slumber, we could w-w-w-wine
Why I don’t do yay, but if you want to, fine
Your fantasy could get that pitch black
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Cause its gon’ erupt when ya slip in betwixt that black snatch
Ya like blizzack-ker cat, ema-nem-manating
Where ya mizzat-mustache at
Huh, I bet ya been extra gassed
Bet you really wanna touch up on the molasses a*s
Bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today
Cause her kizzat sh-shaved
You wanna cuddle with ya bit*h after, eh
But I gotta dip I gotta get at the cake
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Lotta scrilla to make, and the dick don’t fu*k up any scrillac for Banks
No issues picking money over ha-ha, ya beige in her
She just wanna see the best in Greece with some gentlemen and check these beats in the sun
He just wanna see the wet-wet weave when I’m swimming in the West Indies
Then I sit up and catch these breeze
Sip a little bit of Rum & Ting, nig*a
From Letra-Lyrics.com
These bit*hes know that I be on that black girl sh*t
That black girl pin-up with that black girl dip
Put that black girl spin up on ya whack girl tip
Ain’t official till it been up in that black girl kit
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Pick out ya mans and attack real quick, I’ma hit him with that venom and that rap girl hip
I slip out the denims, know that black girl fit, get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch
Bit*hes better tan for the summer, and for the haters, quit that chit chat, and get ya paper
Quote the cinnamon
From Letra-Lyrics.com
The cherry-melange bit*h verbatim
When I speak about your face in the clam with the flavors
You get that
And stimulate her
Take a lick up on my genital, then sit to savor
Do ya man’s and his licorice interest a favor.
Letra / Lyrics
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