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azealia banks - roman the writer lyrics

[intro]
no, no, no, i got some sh*t for y’all n*ggas. hold up!
i’m ’bout to set it on y’all n*ggas!

[verse 1]
i been that indigo child since the birth of me. perfect in purple
she said that i change her from rosa to burgundy
casio cobalt b*lue, baby turnin’ me straight
with that tabby tsunami taste

la regla de ocha. océano bendito
o’ yemaya**mother of women who surf with me
lavin’ in juniper breeze with paleras who want to beguile the salt of the earth with me

i spit what i pen, baby. that is a certainty
witch of the scriptures, they rise up and learn with me
queen on the cross, and we finna have fun with this fuego
it’s benefits to b*tches burnin’ me!

roman’s resurgence, we used to that third degree
puttin’ a curse on me, swear that they hurtin’ me
you’re just a servant, do nothin’ but work for me!
b*tch, you my son. i ain’t talkin’ paternity!

it’s too little, too late for this bum n*gga bs!
you best get to steppin’, go lace up your filas
i rumble spires like a king, like a t*rex
i ball like lebron, you’re like raptors on defense!
i’m known to offend, it’s somewhat of a reflex
like b*ttons on remotes, i’m leavin’ ’em p*ressed
i’m walkin’ on air, i ain’t talkin’ no seacrest
we cut these copycats like whack and martinez

the f*ck out my face, b*tch!
you think you can try me like samples?
the f*ck is your la*ganga laced with?
i’m the meaning of mean when i’m getting this green
i guess roman’s abrasive

gold doubloons, what i’m paid with
all my papers got faces
cotton*linen, what a great mix!

tell me how you’re gonna draw breath when your jugular is under my feet?
you might need an iv, little son of mine
please stop coming at me with blood on thy t**th!
you will not get the best of anyone on my team!

it be h*lla icy whenever–when i breathe
water*walkin’ like jesus only when i freeze
i’m the westwave chief. no runnin’ in my seas!
b*tch, i’m way too/two fish, pieces

it’s about to get to lit, but you can’t win this match, ’cause the writer is hotter than h*ll!
i get coinage ’cause i’m kunty. i’m really loving the cerulean marks on my bills
i am that b*tch. you came out of my sn*tch. i delivered you, but i’m your father as well
all my verses are a problem, i never bottom, but i really be topping myself

b*tch, i’m azealia banks with the spells
sea santero with the hex
i make ya anna wintours melt
the prince of p*y*r*e*x
my dividends divide ya cells
roman zolanski on my checks

i’ll let you in, you’ll be my guest
some lovey*dovey type of s*x
i drip godiva, n*gga

bare vanilla on my chest
this boy is ebony*obsessed
the blacker the berry

[hook:]
gemini 29, come alive! you b*tches better recognize!
black and white. live in color, televised. i leave these bigots terrified
i break the banks and let ’em fly! put presidents up in the sky. it’s raining 10s and 5s
buy and sell you once i set the price
i’m the one to emphasize
i am the one that you fetishize!!
[verse 2:]
verified, certified, i specialized in leavin’ n*ggas dead inside
devil’s eyes. got genocide on my mind
identify the weakest link, the bottom of the barrel and hit ’em with pesticide
they’re petrified. emotions that they can’t describe. i jeopardize their safety as i’m energized. my exercise for the day. hey!

i’m ahead of you n0bodies. sorry if i’m so c*cky
roman the writer is advanced
writing lyrics while i run on tears, sweat, and blood
and you call yourself a rapper by chance?

like a diamond in the rugged, i be shinin’ next to nothin’, n*gga
these n*ggas stay in the stands
take a sec to give thanks to the great miss bank$
sea queen. aquababes, let’s dance!

[outro:]
see eye, oh see my father
witch i are, but it’s modern
part the red and turn water into wine

blessed brujas unbothered
nevermind that their daughters
drowned in fantasea waters
they’ll be fine

- roman the writer lyrics

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