JFK Azealia Banks (Ft. Theophilus London)

[Verse 1: Azealia Banks]
First lady on the floor, move sexy in Dior
As we, go on and on and on from the dusk till the dawn
Fully vampin' on the song, it’s a ball not a prom
Have a pour at the bar, at the promenade- yo shorty lookin' gorge
The allure of a star
They applaud and in awe...
The chips in her palm, what’s a pigeon to a swan?
A queen to a pawn?
Luxury is on looking to explore, the Bambi on the lawn
Red carpet to the car, in a garment from the gods
I drips and Bogart - you're a target from the start
Assassinate the look - murdering the gown
Fashion-Killa, the body dipped in brown
Get the picture, nobody fit the crown
She’s the winner, (in) the lobby with a smile!
Jet black weave bout the length of a mile
Jet black feet while I clever craft styles
Miss I’ll flip this and dip-dip twaow!
Miss, I been this, you must’ve missed out
Dope when dressed up, ya boy strung out...
His Girl is pressed, now behave, calm down
Sip on old grapes and be laid lounge...
Baby you look late, come peep my now
Giving them good taste, the great’s don’t have
Mommy keep blaze, better get that cake
Shimmy it on stage, i’m giving them good face...
Somebody on her page, somebody is amazed...
It’s just another day for the dame, just another day for the dame