[Produced by Lone]

[Verse 1]

Look, niggas really wanna beat they chest 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

[Chorus]

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 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, oh

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 woo-woo-woo-wine

I don’t do yay, but if you want to, fine

Your fantasy could get that pitch black

Cause it’s gon’ erupt if ya slip in betwixt that black snatch

Ya like blizzak or 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 scrillac 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

[Chorus]

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, oh

Hope you feel alright, yeah