Azealia Banks – No Problems (Angel Haze Diss) Lyrics

AZEALIA BANKS LYRICS
"No Problems"
(Angel Haze Diss)
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 bitch 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 fucking where? Who are you?
Bad queen is my pedigree
Bad bitch is my legacy
You mad bitch, you average
A rap bitch I’m wrackin’
Stacking money, makin’ Manhattan
Mama cakin’ that cash in
You text him or ask him, I get it in
Harlem might citizen
You slap a dyke, you wanna lick a bitch
You probably bite, I ain’t about it bitch
You not my type, I need a harder bitch
From New York with it
Go on and … our home front with it
Move y’all bitches and beatin’ ‘em with the fitted
Ooh yah bitches they leavin’ you with that

No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bitches don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bitches don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bitches don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bitches don’t want no problems

What’s working girls? I’m a boss bitch
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 bitch
One wish movin’ on, it’s a warning
Be honest, you’re garbage, you dog bitch
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 bitches 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
Stylin’ is something you see not evolve
Diamonds is shinin’, these bitches, they fauxs
While I’m stuntin’ and spending that dough
And when I’m stepping them bitches, they know
Them bitches, they know

No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bitches don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bitches don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bitches don’t want no problems
No problems, no problems y’all
Y’all want no problems
No problems, no problems
Y’all bitches don’t want no problems