[ÁLBUM] AZEALIA BANKS – SLAY-Z

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Título: SLAY-Z
Artista: Azealia Banks
Data de lançamento: 14 de maio de 2016, 00:00 GMT
Data de pré-venda: 18 de abril de 2016, 00:00 GMT
Gêneros: Rap • Hip-Hop • R&B
Duração: 45:20
Gravadora: DAZED MUSIC
Compositores: Azealia Banks, Stefani Joanne Germanotta, Oliver Lee, James Carter, Fame School, Albert Johnson III, Adegbenga Adejumo,  Jamie Lovine, Louis Kevin Celestin, DJ White Shadow, Tinashe Kachingwe, Britney Jean Spears.
Produtores: Azealia Banks (Produtora executiva), An Expresso, Fame School, vyle, DJ Yamez, Benga, Digital “Coki” Mystikz, Tony Igy, Jamie Lovine, Fame School Slim, Kaytranada, DJ Whiteshadow, Paul Epworth, Snakehips, Lone, Machinedrum. 


SOBRE O ÁLBUM


Azealia Banks está de volta para destruir sua carreira. A nova-iorquina, que estourou com seu último single “The big big beat”, voltou mais madura e prometeu um trabalho ainda mais impactante que seu antecessor, Broke With Expensive Taste. A nova-iorquina está percorrendo o mundo e lançando prévias das músicas que comporão o álbum através de uma curta turnê de seis shows. Banks revelou que grandes nomes do R&B e Hip-Hop ajudaram na inspiração do álbum, como Diana Ross e Notourious B.I.G.


SOBRE O LANÇAMENTO


Azealia Banks lançou a pré-venda do álbum durante sua turnê de prévias. Logo após o primeiro show, Banks e sua equipe soltaram a pré-venda do álbum e, consequentemente, o material gráfico e parte da tracklist. A tracklist constantemente será atualizada, devido á turnê, e além da revelação do nome das canções, algumas músicas serão singles promocionais, tendo sua versão de estúdio lançada antes do dia 14.


TRACKLIST


1. Riot. 

2. Skylar Diggins.

3. Big talk feat. Britney Spears.

4. Can’t do it like me.

5. The big big beat.

6. Used to being alone.

7. of clubs.

8. Along the coast.

9. Harlem nights.

10. All my friends feat. Tinashe.

11. Play house.

12. SLAY-Z.

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ÁLBUM FÍSICO







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1. Riot (3:38)

Produtores: Fame School, Azealia Banks;
Escritores: Azealia Banks, Fame School;
Mixado por: Kaytranada;
Vocais adicionais: Nicole & Natalie Albino.

Riot é a faixa escolhida para a abertura do álbum. Através de uma música cheia de sintetizadores de pena de luz e percussões, Banks fala sobre como pode agitar tudo e todos através da música, confessando que adora causar confusão e desordem.

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2. Skylar Diggins. (3:17)

Produtores: Fame School, Azealia Banks;
Escritora: Azealia Banks;
Mixado por: Kaytranada.

Uma faixa de afirmação, Banks mostra seu poderio sobre as outras vadias do ramo, convocando todos os bairros e cidadãos de Nova Iorque para sua demonstração fenomenal. Com uma produção que se assemelha ao tecnobrega, no inicio, a faixa se desenvolve para uma música mais semelhante ao trap, com kicks, snares e claps bem notórios.

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3. Big talk feat. Britney Spears. (3:12)

Produtores: vyle, DJ Yamez, Azealia Banks;
Escritores: Azealia Banks, vyle, Britney Spears;
Mixado por: Kaytranada.

Talvez a música mais egocêntrica do álbum, Big Talk é a participação que coroa Azealia como a rainha do rap. Com uma produção que se assemelha mais ao trap, com snares e kicks bem presentes, Banks e Spears brincam como seus reinados são imponentes, ostentando seus bens.

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4. Can’t do it like me. (2:44)

Produtores: Benga, Digital “Coki” Mystikz, Azealia Banks;
Escritores: Azealia Banks, Benga.
Mixado por: Kaytranada

Com influência extravagante das Destiny Child, Banks avisa que é melhor deixarem seus homens no hotel esperando, porque nenhuma vadia é como ela. Usando elementos do espanhol, Banks traz uma faixa animada e divertida, com uma produção sintética que incorpora levemente instrumentos da cultura hispânica. Inicialmente sendo escrita para o álbum de Rihanna, Azealia tomou a composição de volta e a incluiu no álbum.

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5. The big big beat. (3:36)

Produtor: An Expresso;
Escritora: Azealia Banks;
Mixado por: An Expresso.

The big big beat é o carro-chefe do álbum, através de uma produção carregada de elementos, Banks faz rap se gabando. Azealia fala sobre como é capa de revista, uma feminista negra e ao mesmo tempo fala que já é tempo para seu interlocutor revelar que a ama.

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6. Used to being alone. (2:39)

Produtor: Tony Igy;
Escritora: Azealia Banks;
Mixado por: Tony Igy & Kaytranada.
Sample: Astronomia, Tony Igy.

Banks traz uma faixa extremamente emocional e pessoal para o álbum, quebrando com a imagem formada anteriormente. Fazendo uso de pesados sintetizadores, kicks e riffs de guitarra, Azealia demonstra toda sua capacidade de canto durante a canção, variando dos pontos mais escuros e graves de sua voz até claros e sustentados pontos onde há a predominância de uma voz mais aguda.

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7. of clubs. (4:29)

Produtores: Jamie Lovine, Fame School Slim;
Escritores: Azealia Banks, Jamie Lovine;
Mixado por: Kaytranada.

Na faixa mais animada do álbum, Banks eclode na pista de dança. Convidando o DJ e todos a dançar, Azealia mostra o porquê de ter sido coroada a rainha dos clubes. Com uma produção animada, a música misturas clímaces nos estribilhos e uma produção com sintetizadores e kicks mais pesados nos versos da canção.

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8. Along the coast. (3:19)

Produtor: Kaytranada;
Escritores: Azealia Banks, Kaytranada;
Mixado por: Kaytranada.

A música mais suave do álbum. Com kicks que reverberam ao fundo da voz de Banks, a produção repetitiva e uma percussão com som mais agudo tomam conta dos versos. A temática da canção é a narrativa de uma noite de amor. Azealia usa como metáfora a forma com que a água se condensa para reproduzir o orgasmo masculino e feminino.

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9. Harlem nights (4:38)

Produtores: Paul Epworth, DJ White Shadow, Kaytranada;
Escritores: Lady Gaga, Azealia Banks, DJ White Shadow.
Mixado por: Kaytranada

A faixa inicia uma parte mais lenta e leve do álbum. Com vocais bem trabalhados, Banks canta sobre um romance que ocorreu no bairro do Harlem. A instrumentação é bem agradável, com sintetizadores fracos e uma boa instrumentação orgânica. A música tem como destaque vários uníssonos e cadências realizadas por Azealia.

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10. All my friends feat. Tinashe. (3:50)

Produtor: Snakehips;
Escritores: Snakehips, Azealia Banks, Tinashe;
Mixado por: Kaytranada & Snakehips.

Banks e Tinashe se juntaram em mais uma colaboração. Após o remix de Wild Rose, as duas confessaram a ideia de uma nova colaboração. Produzida pelo duo de DJs, Snakehips, a sonoridade da canção beira o relaxante e mistura alguns elementos de distorção ao fundo, com melismas e floreios preenchendo o fundo vocal da canção.

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11. Play house (6:12)

Produtor: Lone;
Escritora: Azealia Banks;
Mixado por: Lone.

Azealia e Lone já são parceiros de longa data, uma nova colaboração seria quase obrigatoriedade. Com sonoridade calma nos primeiros versos, Play House fala sobre como Banks convence seus amantes a adentrar sua “casa de jogos”. A conclusão da canção se estende por bom tempo, tendo em ralos momentos a interpolação da voz de Azealia no refrão, além disso, uma instrumentação orgânica finaliza os dois últimos minutos da canção.

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12. SLAY-Z. (4:16)

Produtor: Azealia Banks & Machinedrum;
Escritora: Azealia Banks;
Mixado por: Machinedrum.

Machinedrum já está carimbado na lista de produtores de Banks, dessa vez trouxe seu som mecânico e industrial para a última faixa do álbum. Com kicks pesados, sons de máquinas e vozes retorcidas, Azealia conta a história do título de “SLAY-Z”.

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1. Riot

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[Chorus]

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We can start a riot, we can start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We can start a riot, we can start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We can start a riot, we can start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We can start a riot, we can start a riot



[Verse I]

Hold up, hold up, disorder

We cause a scene and you're the reporter

We got a riot on our hands

Shits no fun without the clan

I like unrest, understand?

I like conflict and command

I like guzzling the appleton

I like battle hand in hand



[Pre-Chorus]

I'm not afraid to fight

Anytime the fire rises

Come on everybody-body (Follow, follow)

We gon' get it started, started (Let go, let go)

Come on everybody-body (Follow, follow)

We gon' get it started, started (Let go, let go)



[Chorus]

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot



[Verse II]

Hold up, hold up, firestarter

Say the wrong thing and get yourself slaughtered

How many fists would it take to land, to slap that bitch back to Babylon

I like unrest, understand?

I like being in demand

You'll be dealing with the consequence

You'll be leaving in the ambulance



[Pre-Chorus]

I'm not afraid to fight

Any time the fire rises

Come on everybody-body (Follow, follow)

We gon' get it started, started (Let go, let go)

Come on everybody-body (Follow, follow)

We gon' get it started, started (Let go, let go)



[Chorus]

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot



[Outro]

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a ri-i-i-iot, start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot

We could start a riot, we could start a riot

2. Skylar Diggins

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[Intro]

Riding with my niggas who hustle

We with all of that

Hundreds stuffed with hundreds in the duffles

Trunk full of moneybags

We in love with the money and it loves us back

Bottom to the top of the globe, so where the fuck is that



[Pre-Hook]

Niggas, bitches, killers, bust that

Hustlers, ballers, gangstas, hoes

Harlem, Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx on my back

New York City, you with me, let's get involved



[Hook]

I said that money keep callin', yeah it keep callin'

If you ain't with the shits bitch get up off the toilet

Snatch a nigga's wallet, ditch 'em and ignore 'em

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

That bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

That bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

That bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

I said that money keep callin', yeah it keep callin'

If you ain't with the shits bitch get up off the toilet

Snatch a nigga's wallet, ditch 'em and ignore 'em

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

Bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

Bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

Skylar Diggins with the wrist



[Verse]

Watch bitch run through that ring

Getting back in her thing

Make shit move without making moves, I'm feeling like Jean Grey

Feeling like EA, it's my way, I'm in the game

I'm on the roll, I knock 'em down, bitch stay up out my lane

Really ma, I let 'em fly, let one go in your frame

I ain't with the games, no, I ain't with the games

Run 'em down they acting shocked like they just got tazed

Going through a phase while I'm running through these ends

So much love feel like a honeymoon

Watch them other goon and her Timbs

My bathroom like your bedroom, bitch better clean your lens

And it's so much, I won't run out of it

I be the realest, them bitches is counterfeit

Way too fly, racking up mileage

And balling so hard I had to skip college, bitch



[Pre-Hook]

Niggas, killers, bust that

Hustlers, ballers, gangstas, hoes

Harlem, Brooklyn, Queens, Bronx on my back

New York City, you with me, let's get involved



[Hook]

I said that money keep callin', yeah it keep callin'

If you ain't with the shits bitch get up off the toilet

Snatch a nigga's wallet, ditch 'em and ignore 'em

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

Bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

Bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

Bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

I said that money keep callin', yeah it keep callin'

If you ain't with the shits bitch get up off the toilet

Snatch a nigga's wallet, ditch 'em and ignore 'em

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

Bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

That bitch ballin'

Bitch ballin', yeah that bitch ballin'

Skylar Diggins with the wrist

With the, with the, with the wrist

3. Big talk feat. Britney Spears 

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[Intro: Britney Spears]

Presenting to all the of rap

Ha, ha

All I know is that big talk

All I know is that big talk

All I know is that big talk

Banks!



[Verse I: Britney Spears]

All I know is that big talk

Gold rings, got gold buttons

Going up and down my sheep skin

We the wolf pack and it's a cold summer

Never deep, I keep one gunna

Ice box for the princess

Got a B and a S on that pendant

And back in, I'm bout to spend that

Got a big bag and I been rich

G-Wagon, she’s a boss bitch

Major League in that boy pitch



[Chorus: Azealia & Britney]

All I know is that big talk

Got heels, got style on my walk

All I know is that big talk

See me stylin’ in the catwalk

All I know is that big talk

Diamond pendants, bigger than a rock

All I know is that big talk

Bitch, I’ve had enough of that baby talk



[Verse II: Azealia Banks]

Black magic, David Blaine flow

Colour money like a rainbow

Azealia Banks keep the bank rolls

Shine like illuminated Angels

Bad bitch, I'm bodacious

Black power but I'm no racist

Balling, I don't need no agent

In the Maybach feelin' so spacious

Focused on another hundred thou

Going up another level now

Nigga's wildin', better settle down

Got the Rollie diamonds in the bezel now

Take notes, get your pen and pencil

With Ricky Ross, we quintessential

Ain't nothing here incidental

We poppin' off on instrumentals

Slide off in the Rolls Royce

I'm slaying bitches in a grey mink

You can slide on it like escapades

This ice on me like a skating rink

Big talk, big bank

Pussy wetter than the Great Lakes

And for this life, I'mma give thanks

And pray they never gon' burn a witch at the stake



[Hook: Britney & Azealia]

All I know is that big talk

All I know is that big talk

This conversation is rich talk, bitches

All I know is that big talk

4. Can't do it like me

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[Verse 1]

Bitches better off leavin' their mans at the hotel waitin'

Players drinkin', posted up flingin' out bands

That's for them hoes be naked

Poppin' pussy, rollin' it, shakin' it

Smokin' hot, boilin' pot

She got that cho-cha, that cobra, that clutch 'em up

I make 'em wild, I make 'em holla

I blow these niggas away now

Won't fuck a nigga twice

Smokin' ices, rollin' dice

Rice and peas on my hips and thighs

Python g-string hypnotized

Motorboat, motorbike

You should be lucky I even acknowledge you

You should be lucky I shot you that alley-oop

You was just cruisin' the streets, nigga



[Hook]

Pretty A.B., them bitches can't do it like me (no way)

American dream, pussy be peppermint clean (okay)

You sweatin' that steez, I'm hot like a hundred degrees (okay)

Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like me

Pretty A.B., them bitches can't do it like me (no way)

American dream, pussy be peppermint clean (okay)

You sweatin' that steez, I'm hot like a hundred degrees (okay)

Pretty A.B., y'all bitches can't do it like this



[Verse 2]

Custom bodice, that bougie babe

That diva donna, that...

Chocolate bombshell, honey glazed

She bustin' out of her bustier

Rich niggas, what up?

Burn them fuckin' hundreds

Christian Lacroix fits, fill her pockets

Trips to the tropics, I want it

I let him spend this paper, but I never lick his lolli'

He eat my pussy out and sing to me like Champagne Papi

Lodi-dodi, now who gon' fuckin' stop me?

I'm chasin' the buck, I get it

That's why niggas got to watch me

Woke up in the projects, ended up in Tijuana

I had to fill my pockets, had to holla at my gualas

Dollars, commas, get it, the whole enchilada

Dame pesos, papi, tu prende nigga, copy

Shout out to my ockees and all my freaky hotties

Bitches gettin' money, smokin' like selassi

Let me rub them hundreds all over your body mami



[Hook]

Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like me

Y'all bitches can't do it like me

Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like uh uh

Y'all bitches can't do it like this

Pretty A.B., bitches can't do it like uh

Y'all bitches can't do it like this

5. The big big beat

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[Verse I]

Guess who up in this bitch?

Catch you duckin' this clip

Dick, who want it? My nigga it's nothin'

Them boys young drummers, y'all niggas keep gunnin'

But y'all niggas ain't gutter like me

Look at this bitch, magazine covered and shit

Young sex seller, yeah, bitch, keep mumblin'

Fuck how you feel, a young bitch keeps thuggin' it

Nigga, I'm still in these streets

Look at this wrist, look at these colorful chips

Look at these tiddies, double D's, it's double-dutch

I be on the strip, dungarees with the bubble butt

Pumpin' that kilo, that ki!



[Refrain]

A to the B!

Dance to the big big beat

Dance to the big big beat with a bitch like

Dance to the big big beat

Dance to the big big beat

A to the B!

Dance to the big big beat

Dance to the big big beat

Just like this, the big big beat

Dance to the big big beat



[Chorus]

You've been 'round the world

Looking for love in the strangest places

Don't you think it's time you confess your love to me?

Shining diamond

All of your facets you've so many faces

Bet your evil smile'll convince anyone who sees

You've been 'round the world

Looking for love in the strangest places

Don't you think it's time you confess your love to me?

Shining diamond

All of your facets you've so many faces

Bet your evil smile'll convince anyone who sees



[Bridge]

Ooh, boy, ooh, boy

Ooh, boy, I think I know just what you need

Ooh, boy, ooh, boy

Ooh, boy, yeah you need a taste of ecstasy

Ooh, boy, ooh, boy

Ooh, boy, I think I know just what you need

Ooh, boy, ooh, boy

Ooh, boy, yeah you need a taste of ecstasy



[Verse II]

Pocket them dividends, christen that bezel

You plottin' on niggas, you pickin' that petal

How could that little young bitch from the ghetto hit the jackpot, ran off with the cash pot!

Keep jockin' this jiggy bitch, jigglin' - hello!

That gymnast body, black feminist rebel

Spend a hundred thou' on the Jesuit medal

Just to prove y'all dudes what it be!



[Outro]

Just like this

Dance to the big big beat

Just like this

The 1, 2, uh

Dance to the big big beat

Just just like me

The big big beat

Here comes the big bad witch from the big big beat

The big big beat

It's the big big, uh, beat

The big big beat

Here comes the big bad witch from the big big beat

Niggas I'm in these streets

Ice cream, butter roll

Chips with bubble gum

Nails with the tips

Gold chains - what a gutterbutt!

New York City everyday what the fuck is up

Haters, I hit 'em real deep in the jugular

Look at this sex -OD

Bet ya wanna fuck

6. Used to being alone

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[Intro]

How does it feel?

(Stuck in my mind)

How does it feel to..

How does it feel?

(Stuck in my mind)

To treat me the way..

How does it feel

To treat me the way you?

How does it feel

To treat me the way you do?



[Bridge]

Stuck in my mind

Stuck

Stuck in my mind



[Chorus]

Oh, it took so long to get over ya

How do I prepare?

When I swore I'd never see you again?

And now you're here

Looking as surreal as before

(Stuck, stuck in my mind)

Now that I am so used to being alone..

Oh, it took so long to get over ya

How do I prepare?

When I swore I'd never see you again?

And now you're here

Looking as surreal as before

(Stuck, stuck in my mind)

Now that I am so used to being alone..



[Outro]

How does it feel?

How does it feel to..

How does it feel

To treat me the way?

How does it feel

To treat me the way you?

How does it feel

To treat me the way you do?

7. of clubs

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[Refrain]

Come on DJ, spin for me

You play that beat, I'll rock my body

I can freak the dance floor

I can work that thing all over shawty

I'll leave you my number

If you want me, baby, you can call me

Turn the fuckin' heat up

DJ play that beat, I wanna party



[Chorus]

She was dealt the of clubs

So tell the fuckin' DJ to play my favorite song

I don't need the champagne, B, I'm blazin' up

Wanna put my hands up in the air

Yo come on

You know this was the life I was born to live

of the club

Can't you see that the nighttime belongs to me

Up every night and every day



[Refrain]

Come on DJ, spin for me

You play that beat, I'll rock my body

I can freak the dance floor

I can work that thing all over shawty

I'll leave you my number

If you want me, baby, you can call me

Turn the fuckin' heat up

DJ play that beat, I wanna party



[Verse]

Every time I step in the club, it's a problem, it's crazy

Everything on deck, I got Ace, I got Spades, I got drugs

I don't fuck with jokers, you bitch niggas never could play me

I just rock my heart on my pendant, the diamonds is froze

Chuckin' up the deuces, the bitches, they knew that I'm shady

They don't like me either, but fuck it, them bitches is bust

All my shoes designer, Prada, Proenza, Versace

Give me that Givenchy, I'm thuggin' it up



[Chorus]

She was dealt the of clubs

So tell the fuckin' DJ to play my favorite song

I don't need the champagne, B, I'm blazin' up

Wanna put my hands up in the air

Yo come on

You know this was the life I was born to live

of the club

Can't you see that the nighttime belongs to me

Up every night and every day



[Refrain]

Come on DJ, spin for me

You play that beat, I'll rock my body

I can freak the dance floor

I can work that thing all over shawty

I'll leave you my number

If you want me, baby, you can call me

Turn the fuckin' heat up

DJ play that beat, I wanna party



[Verse]

Every time I step in the club, it's a problem, it's crazy

Everything on deck, I got Ace, I got Spades, I got drugs

I don't fuck with jokers, you bitch niggas never could play me

I just rock my heart on my pendant, the diamonds is froze

Chuckin' up the deuces, the bitches, they knew that I'm shady

They don't like me either, but fuck it, them bitches is bust

All my shoes designer, Prada, Proenza, Versace

Give me that Givenchy, I'm thuggin' it up



[Chorus]

She was dealt the of clubs

So tell the fuckin' DJ to play my favorite song

I don't need the champagne, B, I'm blazin' up

Wanna put my hands up in the air

Yo come on

You know this was the life I was born to live

of the club

Can't you see that the nighttime belongs to me

Up every night and every day

8. Along the coast

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[Verse 1]

Oooooh, hey

Boy I know you know, I said, I say I know you know

That you make me emotional, fill my heart, body, and soul

It's the push and pull, please explain just how you know

How to make me so vulnerable,this love is a roller coaster



[Verse 2]

Along the coast, come find me along the coast

Sudden raindrops condense and fall

From above me when I'm below

Let your love explode

Boy, please let it overflow

Don't release me, don't let me go

Till the sun rises in the morning



[Verse 3]

Along the coast, come find me along the coast

Can I watch while you row your boat?

I love the way you stroke it

I know you know, boy I say, I know you know

I'll be missing you until the next time we're along the coast

Yeeeaaah



[Breakdown]

It's alright for you to touch my ooooh

Hold me tight, you know you feel so good

Spend the nights under the stars and moon

Make it last until the afternoon



[Bridge]

Dewy dawn, a misty morning breeze

Set ablaze an entire forest of trees

That's fine by me...



[Outro]

How low can you go? How deep does your love go, baby?

Let me, let me know, make love on the ocean floor

I know you know, boy I said, I know you know

I'll be missing you until the next time we're along the coast

Yeeeaaah, yeeeaaah, yeeeaaah

9. Harlem nights

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[Verse 1]

I always thought it was you

You always thought it was me

We always thought we were it

Seemed like a real perfect fit

Those Harlem nights set us free



I always thought even though

We were so young we could grow

Up in the end it'd be us

We'd take the F by the bus

Where Harlem nights set us free



[Chorus]

It's not that I don't wanna love you

It's not that I'm really over it, you know

It's just that I can't watch us bleed to death

When we used to be Harlem nights happy



[Verse 2]

I missed our cheap chandelier

'Member when dad hung it there?

And we would watch Rocky IV

The one where the Russians scored?

I love Briggite Nielsen's hair



I'd call you my champion

That we had already won

And cracked open the last beer

Falling asleep in our tears

Those Harlem nights set us free



[Chorus]

It's not that I don't wanna love you

It's not that I'm really over it, you know

It's just that I can't watch us bleed to death

When we used to be Harlem nights happy



[Bridge]

I found an old pair of keys in my purse

That opened the walk up we shared

How did they get there, jerk?

I wanna see you there, I wanna make it work



I didn't brush my hair and my lashes are falling off

Of seven years of our bad luck dating

I want our last night there, a Harlem night affair



[Chorus]

It's not that I don't wanna love you

It's not that I'm really over it, you know

It's just that I can't watch us bleed to death

When we used to be Harlem nights happy



[Outro]

It's not that I don't wanna love you cause I really tried hard

Just when I hang with the old you for just one Harlem night, adieu

How 'bout drink with you for myself, we won't both act like someone else

Maybe then we first tell the truth, for just one Harlem night, adieu

10. All my friends feat. Tinashe

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[Verse I: Tinashe]

We open with the vultures, kissing the cannibals

Sure I get lonely, when I'm the only

Only human in the heaving heat of the animals

Bitter brown salt, stinging on my tongue and I

I will not waiver, heart will not wait its turn

It will beat, it will burn, burn, burn your love into the ground

With the lips of another

'Til you get lonely, sure I get lonely, sometimes



[Hook: Azealia & Tinashe]

All my friends are wasted

And I hate this club

Man I drink too much

Another Friday night I wasted

My eyes are black and red

I'm crawling back to your bed



[Verse II: Azealia Banks]

I hate the bar

Pharmacy addict hit a Wall Street traffic, took the car

We reinvent the wheel just to fall asleep at it, skrrr

Crash on the floor, catch the zzz's

Popping the polar opposite to the NZT

Hip hop and the propaganda say they name brand

But I done seen how the xan did my main man

The nights we won't remember

Are the nights we won't remember

I'll be gone 'till November

All my city calls me Simba

Dreams are made for cages, nigga

Lions are for real, nigga

Dying is for real, niggas dying off of pills, nigga

Friday's are for chill and I escaped the treachery

I just had to rest in peace the recipe

The rest of us are praying that the sand will leave a tan

If you're up right now, hope you hear what I'm saying

Hope you hear what I'm saying



[Hook: Azealia & Tinashe]

All my friends are wasted

And I hate this club

Man I drink too much

Another Friday night I wasted

My eyes are black and red

I'm crawling back to your bed



[Bridge: Azealia & Tinashe]

Do you get lonely?

Sure I get lonely some nights

When the angels on my shoulder

Slump my head

I'm stuck here with the vultures

Hissing and circling

You didn't call me, call me, call me, call me

I'm crawling, I'm crawling, crawling, crawling back to you



[Hook: Azealia & Tinashe]

All my friends are wasted

And I hate this club

Man I drink too much

Another Friday night I wasted

My eyes are black and red

I'm crawling back to your bed

All my friends are wasted

And I hate this club

Man I drink too much

Another Friday night I wasted

My eyes are black and red

I'm crawling back to your bed

11. Play house

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[Verse I]
Come into my playhouse

I would love to show you boy how I love

Everyday we play up

Run so much because you are fenomenal

Let me touch my fregrent

Tell me, you've been touch your boy for so long

Every time we play house

I would love to love ya cause you have a lot

Every time to take you

How dare enough of myself and I

When I hit it high run cause you are fenomenal

Every time you lay me

Let me touch your heart, oh

Every time we play up

Boy I love to love ya



[Refrain]

Pray to God for love and all and pray ‘till dawn

Make it all the love for God I'm praying for



[Hook 1]

I want you to come into my house

Undress me

Come into my house

The best sex baby

Come and pum pum pass

I need that head, hum, the one two

What's next baby

Hundred for the thou'

I need that apple butter so butter round

Make ya lick it

In that local in where you taking in

I want you to come into be



[Verse 2]

Hijack your hand

Hijack your head

Hijack your hands

Just snap your hands

And move your feet

Pa pom

Just don't be mad at me

IMA PI-PE PEPE PERRE FEFE PIPE KATE KARETETE TETE TETI

Just sit back and

Know cause you are the shit

Till get her, uh

You the glitter, punk

Fuck how you feel

And the ji-ji-ji Jamboree

And this yeah

Sun, Moon



[Verse 3]

When my DJ plays house

It goes on and on and on and on and on

When he taught me play up

I am more in love with ya'

Because you have a lot

Came into my playhouse

I would love to show you boy how I love

Move your thing up

Run so much because you are fenomenal

Come into my playhouse I would love to show I love

Move your thing up

Run so much because you are fenomenal

When my DJ play house

It goes on and on and on and on

Every time we play up

Boy I love to love ya'

12. SLAY-Z

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[Intro]

Dazzling with diamonds, ridin’ on ‘em cars

Playin’ with the big ones, got some scars

I’m probably ahead of ‘em, but I don’t have -

the power - what I deserve



[Verse I]

Stilin’ my Versace, while I listen to Liberace

Old school shit, but I still wreck a bit

Dazzling, bubbling, shimmering, guttering

Call me Jay-Z, cause I slay like he

S, L, A, Y, Z, dashing to get my fee

I slay like radioactive decay

Riding with my money, I work that shit honey

Miss Banks slaughtering, fuck boys kept laughing

Sold their lifes to satan, if you’re asking

Satan loves me, I’m his human form

Watch me go through hell and perform

Clearly, I won’t deform

But I can fuck your ass in the dorm



[Hook]

All the day, I slay

All the day, I slay

All the day, I slay

All the day, I slay





[Post-hook]

Miss Banks is what I hear, that’s on the atmosphere

Evaporating from a big lake of fear, condensed into a tear

Raining into a land of reverie, north hemisphere

Dashing trough the frontier, going over the sphere



[Verse II]

The one and only, Slay-Z

Known over the seas

Didn’t even need to make a plea

Went through a shopping spree

And made my way to NYC

I’m so cold, I’m frigid

Lower than zero degree

Bitch, I’ll never get on my apogee

Always rising, cause bitch I’m me

And I’m not even using hyperbole

Are you aware of the actuality?

Cause baby you’ll lose your dignity

You can’t even have that big time sensuality

I’m a fucking heroin

Not the type you inject in your vein

The type gets into your brain



[Interlude: Nina Simone]

There’s no excuse for

The young people not knowing

Who, the real heroes

Are or

Were



[Hook]

All the day, I slay

All the day, I slay

All the day, I slay

All the day, I slay



[Post-hook]

Miss Banks is what I hear, that’s on the atmosphere

Evaporating from a big lake of fear, condensed into a tear

Raining into a land of reverie, north hemisphere

Dashing trough the frontier, going over the sphere



[Outro]

Here comes the sweet AB

The slaughter, hustler and killer bee

Here comes the sweet Slay-Z

Pretty AB, pretty AZ

Here comes the pretty, slaughter Z

Hum, ha, the one and only AB”