ESTRENO: Liquorice

CIAO A TUTTI! (está bien esto? XP)

Hoy voy a hacer una actu exprésss ya que tengo examen mañana y tengo que dar el callo YA!

No os asustéis con la portada, ya que la he hecho yo (sí, es cutre, pero es que el diseño no es mío -.-).

Estamos ante el Estreno de:

LIQUORICE DE AZEALIA BANKS!!!

Hoy nos vamos al Oeste, chicos!

No veas lo que escondía Azealia debajo del jersey ese de Mickey Mouse en 212, me ha sorprendido mucho! O.O

Liquorice es de estas canciones que como la escuches mucho muy de seguido terminas parándola de lo nervioso que pone XD Es un tema muy rápido, y el estribillo contrasta con el resto de la canción.

Viendo el video, y teniendo en cuenta que ha tenido más éxito en UK, pensaba que esta chica era inglesa y no entendía esa movida de la bandera americana en el clip (bueno, si haces un video del antiguo Oeste no es tan raro...), pero resulta que NO! Que es americana! Y DEL HARLEM!!! XD

Total, que eso, que la Banks nos enseña to lo que se tenía guardado (a ver qué es lo que pensáis gorrinos), mucho patriotismo, helados (¿?), árboles, bates de béisbol (¿?), caballos, cuernos (¿?)...

Ahí os dejo hasta mañana! ;)

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 liquorice 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 liquorice hit, ya know

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 can set you right, woah
How are you tonight, sir?
All up in my life, oh
Hope you feel alright, yeah

Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch
You know I'm lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich
He got creme for ya color and a blue eye too
Hi, wanna get your number for your 212 line?
Maybe we can slumber
We can woo-woo-woo
Why, I don't do yay' but if you want to, fine
Your fantasy can get that pitch black
Cause it's gone erupt when ya slip in-betwixt that black snatch
Your like blizzak-ker-black-cat ema-nem-minatin
Where ya mizzat mustache at

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 her kizzat kit-tay
Cause her kizzat s-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 and 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
Nigga

These bitches know that I be on my 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
And put 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 liquorice 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 can set you right, woah
How are you tonight, sir?
All up in my life, oh
Hope you feel alright, yeah