[Verse 1]
Look, niggas really wanna beat they chests, for B-A-N-K-S
These niggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh
These niggas be vanilla, the chips be legitimate
They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linens with ´em
So since you vanilla men spend
Can my hot fudge bitches get with your vanilla friends
Hey, I´m the liquorice bitch
You know I´m looking for these niggas if these niggas is rich
I make hits motherfucker
Do you jiggle your dick when your bitch pop singing on the liquorice hit, ya know

[Hook]
Can I catch your eye, sir
Can I be what you like, yeah
I could be the right girl
Tell me if you like your lady in my-my color
Can I be your type, yeah
I could set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir
I´m living my life, ooh
Hope you feel alright, yeah

[Verse 2]
Hey, I´m the Liquorice bitch
You know I´m looking for these niggas if these niggas is rich
You got creme for your colors and a blue eye too
Hi, I wanna get the number to your 212 line
Maybe we could slumber, we could w-w-w-wine
Why I don´t do yay, but if you want to, fine
Your fantasy could get that pitch black
Cause it´s gon´ erupt when ya slip in betwixt that black snatch
Ya like blizzack-ker-black-cat, ema-nem-manating
Where ya mizzat-mustache at
Huh, I bet ya been extra gassed
Bet you really wanna touch up on the molasses ass
Bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today
Cause her kizzat sh-shaved
You wanna cuddle with ya bitch after, eh
But I gotta dip I gotta get at the cake
Lotta scrilla to make, and the dick don´t fuck up any scrillac for Banks
No issues picking money over ha-ha, ya beige in her
She just wanna see the best in Greece with some gentlemen and check these beats in the sun
He just wanna see the wet-wet weave when I´m swimming in the West Indies
Then I sit up and catch these breeze
Sip a little bit of Rum & Ting, nigga

[Verse 3]
These bitches know that I be on that black girl shit
That black girl pin-up with that black girl dip
Put that black girl spin up on ya whack girl tip
Ain´t official till it been up in that black girl kit
Pick out ya mans and attack real quick, I´ma hit him with that venom and that rap girl hip
I slip out the denims, know that black girl fit, get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch
Bitches better tan for the summer, and for the haters, quit that chit chat, and get ya paper
Quote the cinnamon
The cherry-melange bitch verbatim
When I speak about your face in the clam with the flavors
You get that
And stimulate her
Take a lick up on my genital, then sit to savor
Do ya man´s and his licorice interest a favor

[Hook]