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This song contains explicit content. Reader's disgresion is advised.

Look, niggas really wanna beat they chest for B-A-N-K-S

These niggas be gorillas for the pin-K flesh

These niggas be vanilla, the chips be legitimate

They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linens with 'em

So since you vanilla men spend

Can my hot-fudge bitches get with your vanilla friends?

Hey, I'm the licorice bitch

You know I'm lookin' for these niggas if these niggas is rich

I make hits muthafucka do you jiggle your dick

When ya bitch pop singin' on the licorice hit, ya know (what?)


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, my color

Can I be your type? Yeah

I could be the right girl

Tell me if you like your

Lady in my, my color

Can I be your type, yeah?

I could set you right, whoa

How are you tonight, sir?

I'm living my life, oh

Hope you feel alright, yeah


Hey, I'm the licorice bitch

You know I'm lookin' for these niggas if these niggas is rich (what?)

He got creme for ya colors and a blue eye too

Hi, wanna get your number for your 212 line

Maybe we can slumber, we can woo-woo-woo-wine

I don't do yay but if you want to, fine

Your fantasy can get that pitch black

'Cause it's gon' erupt when ya slip in-betwixt that black snatch

Your like blizzak or black cat, ema-nem-minatin'

Where ya mizzat-mustache at (uh, what?)

Huh, I bet you been extra gassed

I bet you wanna touch up on the molasses ass

I bet you really wanna tongue up on the kizzat kit-tay

'Cause the kizzat sh-shaved

You wanna cuddle with your bitch after, eh?

But I gotta dip, I gotta get at the cake

Lot of skrillac to make

And the dick don't fuck up any skrillac for Banks

No issues pickin' money over, haha, 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 swimmin' in the West Indies then I sit up and catch this breeze

Sip a little rum and Ting (and Ting, and Ting, and Ting)

Nigga


These bitches know that I be on that black girl shit

The black girl pin-up with that black girl dip

With that black girl spin up on ya wack girl tip

Ain't official 'til I been up in that black girl kit

Pick out ya mans and attack real quick

I'm a hit 'em with that venom and that rap girl hip

I flip out the denims know that black girl fit

Get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch

Bitches better tan for the summer

And for the haters

Quit that chit-chat and get your paper

Quote the cinnamon and cherry-melange bitch verbatim

When I speak about your face in the clams with the flavors

You get that? And stimulate her

Take a lick up on my genital and sit to savor

Do ya mans and his licorice interest a favor


I could be the right girl

Tell me if you like your

Lady in my, my color

Can I be your type? Yeah

I could set you right, whoa

How are you tonight, sir?

I'm living my life, oh

Hope you feel alright, yeah