Released: July 11, 2012
Featuring: Shystie
Songwriter: Shystie Azealia Banks
Producer: Ikonika
[Intro]
I-I-I-I'm alri-i-i-ight
Tonight I-I-I'm alri-i-i-ight babe
I I I
[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
More breeze in your hair, huh?
It's the one that your bleep took a chance on
Dan-ger the bitch that grease with the champion
Looking for my nigga my feast is the phantom
Phantom the sis, that young bitch, a kiki
"Bonita with the plum," with the cheeky
Chillin' with some killers, it's rum and dashikis
I'mma get 'em, get 'em to come hit the repeat
One!
[Chorus: Azealia Banks]
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on? (Can I turn you on?)
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need (I need to know)
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on?
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need
[Verse 2: Shystie]
Aye yo, mister, come whisper
Hey what’s your sign, tell bout the shit you’re into
We can make your ex girl real real pissed
Take it off your wish list, can you feel-feel this
I’m the type of girl yo mama warned ya about
Start fucking with your head, blow your brains all out
Tell me what you like, me a real bad gyal
Give it to you good, make your head turn mad now
Not vanilla or the cinnamon sticks, they’ll be killing it bitches
I’m on my liquorice shit ‘til theses niggas be gettin’ stiff like Rigor Mortis
Riga-rigamortis, dip it dip it on his lips
We can take you fast to the West Indies
Take a dip under the sea with a mermaid, please
Sip of liquor, bit of Rum, right under the trees
Tell this London girl what’s your fantaseas boy
[Bridge 1: Azealia Banks]
In fact cat
Know I been bad, and you know
I-I I'm trying (I'm trying, I'm trying)
To give that cat to ya, kit-kat all night night
All night (all night, night)
[Chorus: Azealia Banks]
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on? (Can I turn you on?)
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need
[Bridge 2: Azealia Banks]
I'ma sweat you, I'ma go out my mind
I'ma lead and conceal my pride
I pretend you are on my isle at night
I ain’t even gone even lie
Boy, you know you still stay on my mind
Can I wet you up?
Baby you know
Am I sexual enough for ya?
Can I wet you up all night?
I ain't even gon' even lie
I don't wanna play with your time-time
Tonight
Alright, alright
Alright, tonight, ahaaa
[Chorus: Azealia Banks]
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on? (Can I turn you on?)
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need (I need to know)
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on?
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need (I need to know)
I-I-I-I'm alri-i-i-ight
Tonight I-I-I'm alri-i-i-ight babe
I I I
[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
More breeze in your hair, huh?
It's the one that your bleep took a chance on
Dan-ger the bitch that grease with the champion
Looking for my nigga my feast is the phantom
Phantom the sis, that young bitch, a kiki
"Bonita with the plum," with the cheeky
Chillin' with some killers, it's rum and dashikis
I'mma get 'em, get 'em to come hit the repeat
One!
[Chorus: Azealia Banks]
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on? (Can I turn you on?)
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need (I need to know)
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on?
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need
[Verse 2: Shystie]
Aye yo, mister, come whisper
Hey what’s your sign, tell bout the shit you’re into
We can make your ex girl real real pissed
Take it off your wish list, can you feel-feel this
I’m the type of girl yo mama warned ya about
Start fucking with your head, blow your brains all out
Tell me what you like, me a real bad gyal
Give it to you good, make your head turn mad now
Not vanilla or the cinnamon sticks, they’ll be killing it bitches
I’m on my liquorice shit ‘til theses niggas be gettin’ stiff like Rigor Mortis
Riga-rigamortis, dip it dip it on his lips
We can take you fast to the West Indies
Take a dip under the sea with a mermaid, please
Sip of liquor, bit of Rum, right under the trees
Tell this London girl what’s your fantaseas boy
[Bridge 1: Azealia Banks]
In fact cat
Know I been bad, and you know
I-I I'm trying (I'm trying, I'm trying)
To give that cat to ya, kit-kat all night night
All night (all night, night)
[Chorus: Azealia Banks]
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on? (Can I turn you on?)
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need
[Bridge 2: Azealia Banks]
I'ma sweat you, I'ma go out my mind
I'ma lead and conceal my pride
I pretend you are on my isle at night
I ain’t even gone even lie
Boy, you know you still stay on my mind
Can I wet you up?
Baby you know
Am I sexual enough for ya?
Can I wet you up all night?
I ain't even gon' even lie
I don't wanna play with your time-time
Tonight
Alright, alright
Alright, tonight, ahaaa
[Chorus: Azealia Banks]
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on? (Can I turn you on?)
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need (I need to know)
Baby, you 'bout it
Baby, you know
Can I turn you out here?
Can I turn you on?
Tell me how wild is your fantasy
Can I hear about it?
Tell me what you need (I need to know)