Azealia Banks LIVE chez Karl Lagerfeld [Fashion Week Paris]

Après son défilé sensation pour la maison Chanel tout en bleus et en cockpit, Karl Lagerfeld invitait ce mercredi des happy few à une petite bouffe chez lui. Et quand Karl invite, il sait cajoler ses invités... petit extrait, avec le 212 (et ses 3millions de vues...) du phénomène Azealia Banks en live. 

Je te remets les paroles, en décalage parfait parfait avec l'univers très consensuel de Chanel, quel rebelle ce Karl...

Hey, I can be the answer

I’m ready to dance when the amp up

And when I hit that dip, get your camera

You could see I been that bitch since the Pamper

And that I am that young sis, the beacon

The bitch who wants to compete and

I could freak a 'fit, that pump with the peep and

You know what your bitch 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 bitch who come from Parisian

She know where I get mine from, end of season

Now she wanna lick my plum in the evening

And fit that ton-tongue d-deep in

I guess that cunt getting eaten (5x)

I was in the 212

On the uptown A, nigga you know what’s up or don’t you?

Word to who made ya

I’m a rude bitch, nigga, what are you made up of?

I’m-a eat ya food up, boo

I could bust your 8, I’m-a do one too, fuck ya gon' do?

I want you to make bucks, I’m a look-right nigga, bet ya do want to fuck…

Fuck 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?

Nigga you’re a Kool-Aid dude

Plus your bitch might lick it, wonder who let you come to one-two

With ya doo-doo crew son… fuck are you into, huh?

Niggas 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 nigga, you know you were too once

Bitch I’m 'bout to blew up too

I’m the one today, I’m the new shit, boo, young Rapunzel

Who are you, bitch, new lunch?

I’m-a ruin you, cunt (4x)

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?

Bitch, the end of your lives are near

This shit been mine, mine (x2)

Bitch, I’m in the 212

With the fifth cocked nigga, its the two-one-zoo

Fuck you gon' do, when your goon sprayed up?

Bet his bitch won't get him, betcha you won't do much

See, even if you do want to bust

Your bitch’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 fucking 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 bitch 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?

Bitch, the end of your lives are near

This shit been mine, mine (x2)