Listen, stream, read the lyrics, buy, mp3 download Azealia Banks’s new song titled “Black Madonna”. The song which features Lex Luger was also produced by Him.
Azealia Banks Black Madonna
Azealia Banks is no stranger to confrontation, and as such has alienated some of her more casual listeners. Yet all the while, the rapper has stood by her actions and never compromised her vision, an admirable quality befitting of her talent. Though some still hope for more consistency from Azealia, every so often she comes through with a noteworthy banger, as is the case with her latest drop “Black Madonna.”
The track finds her connecting with Lex Luger, who provides Banks with a lavish, ice-cold instrumental. It doesn’t take long for Azealia to find her pocket, absolutely coasting over the beat with a confident swagger. “Black diamonds, blue dollars and purple clouds look like Madonna,” she sneers, in her opening bars. “That calico stretch your fitted I got it if you want it, guess I’m popping your top like Jiffy Pop jelly your donut / lil mama’s invited she get them dollars and get going.” As her verse unfolds, Luger expands the instrumental with eerie synth chimes, making “Black Madonna” one of Banks’ most intimidating drops in a minute.
Azealia Banks – Black Madonna (ft. Lex Luger) (prod. Lex Luger)
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
‘Bout to get a bag
Show some ass, he spending this cash
Rich and bad, these bitches mad I got the gift of gab
Niggas ass, .40 mag in my Birkin bag
Click and blast, take out the trash, I’m dumping ’em
Got to get a bag
Show some ass, he spending this cash
Rich and bad, these bitches mad I got the gift of gab
Uh, .40 mag, I’m working ’em bad
[Verse 2]
Black diamonds, blue dollars and purple clouds for Black Madonna
That calico shred ya fitted, I got it if you want it
Guess I’m poppin ya topper like Jiffy Pop, jelly ya donut
Lil’ mama’s a rider, she get them dollars and get going
Put li’l mama in Prada/lacy Provocateur, he zonin’
I’m choppin’ that powder, that Oochie Wally, get him open
He slurpin’ punana, I point the silencer then smoke him
Robbed him out his Gabanna and hit the highway hit the…oh
[Verse 3]
Got to split this cash with some bad bitches in the Jag
Digi dash, duffle the stash, then pump on the gas
It’s a wrap, yes it’s a wrap if these bitches rats
Uh, cheese in they crack, ’cause bitches is rats
Got to get a bag, show some ass, these bitches is mad
.40 mag in my Birkin bag, these niggas ass, I’m workin’ em bad
[Verse 4]
Fuck what you heard about me
Cold killer, Hillary Rodham with the murder count
She ain’t no BM, no nigga bottom bitch workin’ a route for cheese
I’ll catch ya, cook ya, then murk ya
Cold pistol wop ya then dirt ya
Clean you safe like detergent
They lurkin’, I put that work in
Cook it up then I serve ’em
Then shake the spot like I’m twerkin´
Rider provider, hot box the chopper
Jealous niggas keep talking my stock up
Just send a drop, big big bazookas be scorching your block up
I make it hot up in this bitch, you want hell you can find it
Big Black Madonna pack the clips with the hollow tips and unload
Time to collect your soul, tip toe in the door
