Azealia Banks & Slim Dollars – Six Flags (Audio, Lyrics)

Azealia Banks & Slim Dollars collaborate on “Six Flags”. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Lunice.

Azealia Banks & Slim Dollars Six Flags

Azealia Banks might not be flooding the streets with new music but everything she has dropped in recent memory has been solid. 2020’s run further showcased her versatility with songs like “Slow Hands” and “Salichon” as well as more trap-influenced records like the Lex Luger-assisted, “Black Madonna.”

This week, she returned with the first drop of 2021, “Six Flags.” The sexually-charged anthem find her and Slim Dollars swapping bars over Lunice’s electrifying production. Azealia kicks things off on the first verse before sliding to the verse where she describes her bedroom activities to rides at Six Flags. Banks’ flow is sharp and tight but it’s Slim Dollars who brings a more loose delivery that perfectly compliments both Lunice’s production and Azealia’s hook.

Azealia Banks & Slim Dollars – Six Flags (prod. Lunice)

Lyrics

[Into: Azealia Banks]
Uh, uh
Yeah, yeah
Uh, uh
Drop that down
Get it, get it, get it
Uh, ah

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
This that pricey, that diamond, that diva
This drip is so gorgeous
This that money, that mountin’ this pussy
He’s climbin’ up on it
This that Birken bag values, get at it when I’m up on it
This that ooh you mad
Bitches get mad cause they not
In it to spend it and win it
This one is the entrance
You bitches call me the blue-print
Bitches don’t listen, I am the empress
With six feet bitches
The icy princess is glistening
6 feet deep
Leave you icy, my bitches viscous
You dig it?
It’s that new-new, y’all bitches witness
I shoot you like doot-doot!
Fry these niggas like chicken gizzards
Black barbie hit digits
Tell that bitch to go mind her fuckin’ business
Better off suckin’ on a dick
Cause bitch you ain’t fuckin’ with this

[Hook: Azealia Banks]
Get low, get low
Make em drop down to the tip toe
Dick swole, dick swole
That’s how I like this shit, ah!
I like niggas with big dough
Big cash, papi with the big bag
Get down, jump down
Spin ’round, ridin’ on that dick like it’s six flags
Big bag, big mad
Bitches get mad cause I got that, ah!
Red weave, real long
Cherry thong make a nigga sing a song like its Sisqó
Control, control
Imma ball on these niggas cause I’m in control
Let’s go, let’s go, ha!
Hot grits in the pot nigga get throwed

[Verse 2: Slim Dollars]
I put bands on her hands when I leave her
I’m her man and when I can, I can please her
She’s a bomb little thing when I eat her
Pretty little thing runnin’ ’round with a D cup
She a bad little chic, she a diva
Shorty wanna send, go ham with a Visa
‘Round and [?] in Ibiza
[?] with your head, had a plan, gon’ beat her
She don’t understand, but the plan gettin’ deeper
She shake on the dick like she’s havin’ a seizure
Spendin’ hundred grand on the Lam’ and the leisure
Pillow [?] to your man, but I keep her
Got a [?] on my neck and my pinky
Niggas gettin’ [?] and the hood gettin’ blinkie
I don’t do faux fur better mink me
This bitch goin’ up right now gettin’ big cheese

[Verse 3: Azealia Banks]
Collect the cake, gotta connect the chase
I’m tippin’ on my toes and I keep my own plate
Got him swimmin’ in this pussy, make him move like a snake
That pussy too swole for you relax and [?]
These niggas don’t balls and they just had a taste
Give em’ that ah, make him feel outta space
Tick tick boom, nigga get out the way
It’s evident, uh
It’s viscous, yes to the icy diva
Hype believers, mad cause I light the fever
Night, the creeper
Bitches wanna ride to see ya, uh-uh
You bitches better duck, uh
Diamonds on my neck like I’m poison ivy
You can be the lady freeze, so bitch don’t try me
Lookin’ at these bitches got em’ big mad
Ridin’ on my dick, like it’s six flags, uh!

[Hook: Azealia Banks]
Get low, get low
Make em drop down to the tip toe
Dick swole, dick swole
That’s how I like this shit, ah!
I like niggas with big dough
Big cash, papi with the big bag
Get down, jump down
Spin ’round, ridin’ on that dick like it’s six flags
Big bag, big mad
Bitches get mad cause I got that, ah!
Red weave, real long
Cherry thong make a nigga sing a song like its Sisqó
Control, control
Imma ball on these niggas cause I’m in control
Let’s go, let’s go, ha!
Hot grits in the pot nigga get throwed