Taste’s State*

Lyrics From Snippet [Verse 1: Azealia Banks] The sure shot, miss sex pot, straight shooter The best round, miss flesh brown, who bang beauty? That brand newbie, my clan cutie who [?] Off eight doobies and champagne, and pressed grapes The best maid, the checkmate, the check mate The best babe especially, I'm taste's state The princess of pretty, the belle of the prissy, you dig me? The moisture is plenty, you got nothing for me then get me The pick of the litter, these bitches is bitter Banksy is better, these bitches is dinner Throwing my letter, Banks clearly the winner Notice the grave on the breast Scraping the plate You know how I play [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] Healer, winner, bring it back on rewind There's no time to heal her, take her back, rock yo' spine Pussy whore, talk your shine I can see how we in great shape Flatlining everything and this bitch is my taste's state [Verse 3: Busta Rhymes] Yo The boisterous bully with lyrics to master the creature I chop up and get to you niggas like slicing a pizza The cypher gets deeper Yes, I line niggas up like a zebra [?] diarrhea, niggas no lie it gets deeper than Rhymes is a keeper Bitch, we scorching it hot like a fever Fuck what you talk, your bitch a thot and she'd like me to meet her Cooked every boil up in the pot while the water will heat her Smoking some OG in the drive while we blanket your street up And basket your meat up And throw away the auxs and casket your 3 up And bury the boxes, my loose screw niggas And let em freeze her (brrr) Bitch, I demolish and disrespect niggas Now fuck the responses that's how we do niggas [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] Healer, winner, bring it back on rewind Theres no time to heal her, take her back, rock yo' spine Pussy whore talk your shine I can see how we in great shape Flatlining everything and this bitch is my taste' state