Her flow. Her rhymes. Her everything. I know it’s a contradiction to post these lyrics right after disapproving of Nicki Minaj’s pejorative use of “hoe,” but I don’t feel like Azealia Banks is using “bitch” in a negative way per say. Whether “bitch” can be appropriated to mean something positive is an argument I don’t have a strong stance on. I’ll say that I think it depends on context. But, regardless, how many songs champion dark-skinned beauty? Not enough. How many songs assert a woman’s sexual desires upon men instead of vise versa? Not enough. Even in the sung hook where she’s asking the man what he likes, it feels sarcastic—her sharp wit is seeping through.

Liquorice by Azealia Banks

Look, niggas really wanna beat they chests 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 lookin’ for these niggas if these niggas is rich
I make hits, motherfucker,
Do you jiggle ya dick when ya bitch pop singin’ on the liquorice hit, ya know?

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 set you right, whoa
How are you tonight, sir?
I’m livin’ my life, oooh
Hope ya feel alright, yeah

Hey, I’m the Liquorice bitch,
You know I’m looking for these niggas if these niggas is rich
Ya got creme for ya colors and a blue eye, too
“Hi, I wanna get the number to ya 212 line,
Maybe we could slumber, we could woo woo woo!”
Why, I don’t do yay, but if you want to, fine
Your fantasy could get that pitch black
‘Cause it’s gon’ erupt when ya slip in betwixt that black snatch
Ya like blizzack-ker cat,
Where ya mizzat-mustache at?
Huh, I bet ya been extra gassed,
Bet ya really wanna touch up on the molasses ass
Bet ya 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 scrilla 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 swimmin’ in the West Indies
Then I sit up and catch these breeze, sip a little bit of Rum & Ting, nigga

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 ya face in the clam with the flavors
Ya get that? And stimulate her
Take a lick up on my genital, then sit to savor
Do ya man’s and his liquorice interest a favor?