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ALO!
Quiero deciros que este viernes, seguidores míos, podéis buscarme en Cádiz ya que voy al concierto de Carlos Jean y no, no se ha dignado a llamarme para que colabora con él... AYYYY! SI ES QUE... XP
Pues eso, que quien quiera conocerme por allí estaré ;)
Vamos con la canción de hoy. Estreno:
La guerra entre fans de las azaleas está abierta: por un lado están los de Iggy, cuya música es más dura a pesar de su imagen de Barbie, y por otro los de la Banks, que precisamente están en contra de esa imagen que transmite la otra... A mí me gusta cada una por algo, Azealia por su música y la rubia por su imagen, así que no tomo parte en ese enfrentamiento.
Bien, pues ahora es el turno de la del Bronx de lanzar clip de Van Vogue, incluido en su primer EP: 1991, a pesar de haber publicado un nuevo mixtape: Fantasea (que puedes descargar AQUÍ).
Van Vogue es una canción más del estilo de esta chica, versos muy rápidos y estribillos donde aprovechará para coger aire XD Sinceramente, me gustaron más Liquorice y 212.
El video lleva siendo anunciado desde hace varios días, y se sabía que iba a ser en HungerTV... que lo único que conozco es el video que hizo Sky Ferreira: Traces.
Supongo que será una página relacionada con la moda, y donde acuden los artistas que no tienen mucho apoyo económico para publicar sus videos [Vale, acabo de mirarlo y es una revista de moda, como aquí es... Must Magazine, por ejemplo]. Y claro, haciendo algo así os imaginaréis que los clips no es que aporten mucho a la historia audiovisual, simplemente sirven para el lucimiento del cantante. Pues eso precisamente es lo que hace Azealia en este clip: LUCIRSE!
Al menos no es taaaaaaan aburrido como el de Sky pero... -.-
Y resulta que el director de éste es el mismo que el de Liquorice! Ahí al menos había exteriores! ¬¬
Total, que eso, que ahí os dejo, y mañana CREO que reactualizaré... BYE! ;)
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Dolce crop top, my play close down
Those Céline wedges are way downtown
Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down
Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out
All females fledge to bambi style
Light my wrist up, lights and glow
Dolce crop top, my play close down
Those Céline wedges are way downtown
Best dressed up, better, you best dressed down
Oh, it's me, fella, the banji gets out
All females fledge to bambi style
Light my wrist up, lights and glow
Vamp me up, turn her down
Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow
Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so supple—the ass so round
Trust, there's no trouble, the king go down
Bust your bitch bubble, where's my crown
Banks, flame hot, Rapunzel style
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
It's the one, miss, the cunt is out
Flip the scripts, so your bitch look style
Did that first, but your bitch know now
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
Boy (boy) don't fill yourself too much on her
Boy (boy), your friends will laugh at you now, now, now
In that, you been did that
Amp me up, sugar, it's like mm-ow
Got the good-good, the yum-yum, wow
Oh, it's so supple—the ass so round
Trust, there's no trouble, the king go down
Bust your bitch bubble, where's my crown
Banks, flame hot, Rapunzel style
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
It's the one, miss, the cunt is out
Flip the scripts, so your bitch look style
Did that first, but your bitch know now
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
Bang, pop, pop, this thing go pow
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
If she ain't know, the bitch know now
Boy (boy) don't fill yourself too much on her
Boy (boy), your friends will laugh at you now, now, now
In that, you been did that
You been with that
You been-been that, bitch
But they all forget you when I spin this shit
Better dance for this and get your skin wet, bitch
. . .
Making plans to get your little dick
If she ain't legit you better send that witch
If the mens is rich, you better spend that chip
Better put that M-B, get that, get that banji
Bitch, you know you never looking pretty princey
Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey
Bitches on the cover look at pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB
Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe
But these bitches always fronting like they in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but these bitches can't breathe
But they all forget you when I spin this shit
Better dance for this and get your skin wet, bitch
. . .
Making plans to get your little dick
If she ain't legit you better send that witch
If the mens is rich, you better spend that chip
Better put that M-B, get that, get that banji
Bitch, you know you never looking pretty princey
Pretty princey, pretty pretty princey
Bitches on the cover look at pretty AB
Pretty AB, pretty pretty AB
Damn, little bam, you could get it maybe
But these bitches always fronting like they in the A-Z
I'm just doing me but these bitches can't breathe
Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
Damn little bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, where ya man when she look like this
The men that rich, the rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance for me
Gonna sip that sip, and hit that dip
Damn little bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, where ya man when she look like this
The men that rich, the rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance for me
Damn little bam, you a real bad bitch
When I twist that hip, and lick that lip
Damn, where ya man when she look like this
The men that rich, the rich that rich
Hands on the gram, better get that grip
If you built like this, you built like this
Dance with it, dance for me
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