1991

"1991" is a song performed by Azealia Banks. It serves as the first track on Azealia's debut EP, 1991 EP. Sampled the song "Award Tour" by A Tribe Called Quest featuring Trugoy the Dove.

[Intro] Excusez-moi Est-ce que vous savez où est un bon restaurant par ici? [Verse 1] Oh, là là là Flirting with a cool French dude named Antoine Wanna taste the pastry, chocolate croissant Ce soir with your bitch, Café au Lait (Woo) Voulez-vous, nigga mad, Francois Who are you, nigga? Hahaha Miss one, miss young, miss cutie pie Young Nubi, young coochy tight Young juicy, young Uzi-might Rata-tat-tat-tat, nick-nack, pitty-pat-pat-pat Silly cat, you don't have that scratch? How you do that, do that? Do-do that-that-that? 1-9-9-1, my time has come Oh, nah-nah, Ma, your time is done Prima donna Mama, like a virgin Private jets, my flights, don't fly Virgin I sell, you buy, that’s my version Mommy tie these rhymes, it’s my verses Oh me, oh my, Illuminat princess Pyramid, one eye on my assets Here it is, multi, peep my progress Peep my progress, here it is, multi, peep my progress Peep my progress, here it is, multi [Verse 2] He took her to the Louvre in Paris He want a chance with a youngin, wanna ruin her weave He wanna–, wanna Juniper Breeze I get the grands and the hundreds and the shoe with the bleed I fit the grands and the hundreds in the Lou to the V High class, no school, the tuition is free Little Bam(bi) no fool, intuition is G Gimme the gem or the jewels, I'll commission a fee I make hits, motherfucker, never do it for free, ha Young tender from the NYC No contender, none in my league Young kill-em-in-the-denims, young venom on the M-I-C Young villain been developing the heat that stick Elite rap bitch, I cut and send that beat back quick Tip-tip and all these niggas, suck a d-i-dick 'Cause you gonna be a bitch nigga, I'ma be that bitch, what? Best believe that shit You gonna be a bitch nigga, I'mma be that bitch Believe that shit, believe that shit Nigga, I'ma be that bitch, what? [Verse 3] Come around, come around Let the little Bambi run it down, run it down Went from sippin' Bailey's, sipping champys on the isles Nineteen number, naughty baby, press it on your dial Sex kitten honeys, no cougars in the house I'mma hush the rumors and the doubt Came in the game with a beat and a bounce Never for the fame, my feet on the ground Cloud number nine, headed to the stars Maybe I ride with my mic in my bra Maybe I recite in the raw The appetite for life and the hunger for the more The island of Manhattan, I was Born in New York City never slumbers I would always dream but never sleep to the hundreds Cocoa want the cream in abundance Million dollar baby, you can get it if you want it, what? [Refrain] NY rose me, most high chose me Let me know what I can-can-can-can do for you If you don’t speak, boy, you know you won't see none Let me know what a man-man-man-man-man you are NY rose me, most high chose me Let me know what I can-can-can-can do for you If you don’t speak, boy, you know you won't see none Let me know what a man-man-man-man-man you are