Theophilus London - JFK lyrics

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks] First lady on the floor, move s**y in Dior As we, go on and on and on from the dusk till the dawn Fully vampin' on the song, it's a ball not a prom Have a pour at the bar, at the promenade- yo shorty lookin' gorge The allure of a star They applaud and in awe... The chips in her palm, what's a pigeon to a swan? A queen to a pawn? Luxury is on looking to explore, the Bambi on the lawn Red carpet to the car, in a garment from the gods I drips and Bogart - you're a target from the start Assa**inate the look - murdering the gown Fashion-k**a, the body dipped in brown Get the picture, nobody fit the crown She's the winner, (in) the lobby with a smile! Jet black weave bout the length of a mile Jet black feet while I clever craft styles Miss I'll flip this and dip-dip twaow! Miss, I been this, you must've missed out Dope when dressed up, ya boy strung out... His Girl is pressed, now behave, calm down Sip on old grapes and be laid lounge... Baby you look late, come peep my now Giving them good taste, the great's don't have Mommy keep blaze, better get that cake Shimmy it on stage, i'm giving them good face... Somebody on her page, somebody is amazed... It's just another day for the dame, just another day for the dame [Chorus: Azealia Banks] I am Miss Icon and I swore, I saw... A shade of green on ya and I took (I took) Time to teach ya, taught an allure, allure... A la-dy you wasn't before.. Finer, free, high-modern and more (and more) You favor me, now how I adore ya! Do you, dine or tea, Italian for two? A day to be around here with you.. with you [Verse 2: Theophilus London] (Hey!) Grand champ, it's the bougie - the handsome Romance in advance, hit ya boo on her Samsung Beach bunnies, from Aruba to Cancun Ya b**h save money just to move with the anthem So prepare my n***as, gourmet grape taste, we rare my n***as He where? He wear flair, beware my n***as You scared, you see-through, you clear my n***a You boys Scooby and Doo, I'm really groovy and frost You n***as cooped in a hoop, i'm Cooley High in the Porsche I put these n***as on mute, to whom it may not concern... I got the b**h with the juice, you got the b**h with the germ 2Pac in the coup, westside with the herb I got a flock of the hoots, a-list of the birds White model the muse, Arizona the first I took a trip from the Moon, to JFK for that work [Reprise: Azealia Banks] I am Miss Icon, I've seen you all of green, high-modern miss, I taught - I'll teach you how to allure! Dine or Tea, Italian miss, I oughta meet ya darling, how finer free now how I adore - ya! [Chorus: Azealia Banks]