Vegan c*nt! ─ Sextended lyrics

[Intro: Azealia Banks]
Can you feel my vegan vegan pus*y?
My vegan vegan vegan c*nt?
Can you feel my vegan vegan ow!
Can you feel the vegan vegan uh!
Can you feel my vegan vegan pus*y?
My vegan vegan vegan c*nt?
Can you feel my vegan vegan ow!
Can you feel the vegan vegan uh!

[Verse 1: Janice Dudley]
Can you feel my vegan c*nt?
I don't eat meat, that's how I stunt
Big boobs, small waist, smoking on a blunt
b*tch I’m fruitier than captain crunch
I’m a bad b*tch dressed from head to toe
In designer, yes b*tch, watch me vogue
Down the ballroom, straight out of Pose
With my girls, no Ryan Murphy though
Got a cigarette? b*tch light it up
No Sweet Escape, but I Wind It Up
His di*k I’ll be riding up
b*tch, to the party I’m driving up
Scream queens b*tch, no Susan B
I'm the top Chanеl, not number three
I am the controversial queen
And all thеse hoes are wannabe's
Did you hear my song on the radio?
Turn it way up for these dumb hoes
In my hand a red solo cup
If I drink too much, I don’t give a f*ck
These b*tches be thinking out loud
Hunny suckin' di*k on the couch
Skinny dip in the swimming pool
Having fun like it’s high school
These b*tches will never be me
They could never top the Janice D
All the time that you spend to copy
You might as well get a degree
I’m here to put you in your place
Slow down, b*tch you must hit the brakes
I heard that you bein' a snake
So hiss the f*ck out of my face
Janice is the blueprint
Janice is the top b*tch
Janice is the queen
b*tch, Janice is the dream
My haters are obsessed
My haters are a mess
My haters stalk my page
For months, b*tch, I think they’re possessed
Janice is a legend
Janice is from heaven
And if you don't like Janice
Then you probably have depression
My haters smell like sh*t
My haters are hypocrites
If you call me a pedo one more time
Go slit your wrists, b*tch!!!

[Verse 2: Janice Dudley]
That’s enough about me
Back to the party
My girls VIP
Young, wild and free
I took him upstairs
Me and Hunny, we share
Take turns on the di*k
Two at a time, in pairs
When he puts it in
Feels like a sin
But I don’t care
I break the rules, I’m not fair
I’m a party girl
In a party world
I’m so drunk tonight
In my diamonds and pearls

[Interlude: Azealia Banks]
Sis, what is this tea?
What is it giving?
What do you want from me my girl?
Why are you bringing this f*cking stale ass tea
And this stale ass beef up, b*tch?
You wanna eat my pus*y?
You wanna eat my pus*y?
Then just say so!
You really wanna be my friend, relax!
[Verse 3: Hunny]
Hunny number 1, let’s start with that
Can't touch this c*nt, can't pet the cat
Tracy fat, I hate her
Hunny skinny like paper
Let that b*tch know I’m doing blow
I’m sucking di*k, not on the low
I’m spending cash and I’m shaking ass
Ain't got no time for a broke hoe
Me and Janice, we always serve
Diana is a f*cking perv
Hunny wanna try a perc
Hope J-Killah deliver
When you feel this c*nt
Do you feel the heat?
I write my sh*t, they can’t compete
I’m royalty, you're just a fad
This song outsold our song Fag

[Verse 4: Janice Dudley]
I shake my hot pink mini skirt
Until my back is sore
I'm five foot seven, hazel eyes
And yes, I am a whore
And boy don’t even try to flirt
Because that’s such a bore
Once you unlock this pus*y
You’ll get the keys to the back door
I don’t even give a f*ck
I just need a di*k to suck
So boy will you be mine?
If only for the night
I’m your doll, play with it
Don’t be soft, boy hit it
I’m not scared I won’t hide
Destroy that di*k with pride
[Interlude: Hunny & Diana Jones-Woods]
Diana fat, I hate her (I hate her, I hate her)
Hunny skinny like paper (Like paper, like paper)
Diana fat, I hate her (I hate her, I hate her)
Hunny skinny like paper (Like paper, like paper)
(What's this b*tch sayin' about me?)

[Verse 5: Diana Jones-Woods]
Diana says what’s on her mind
No filter, she’s not coffee
If you don’t like what the f*ck I say
You’re always welcome to block me
Diana scrolled through Instagram
It’s like all you b*tches stalk me
You b*tches can’t think original thoughts
So you always resort to copy
I don’t care bout a broke hoe
Cause I’m living my best life
f*ck that obese fat b*tch Tracy
Diana will beat her in every fight
I don’t remember being pregnant
But hoes I must have conceived
Cause Diana stay seeing copycats
But you b*tches not Melanie
Diana ain’t a man
But she run the greatest show
I call that di*k Kesha
With the way I’m bout to blow
No, I don’t mean Janice
But I want your white snow
I came a thousand times
Like Adele, I say Hello
I hate country people
They need to ride their horses
That girl loves churning butter
While I love to ride in Porsches
When that b*tch thinks of Mustangs
She always thinks of a steed
Diana thinks of the perfect car
To f*ck a man in, to breed
Popping pills with Jennifer
No b*tch, I don’t mean Killa
Diana always smell like sh*t
She needs to go buy some Brilla
Hunny is a prostitute
That b*tch c*ms on her camera
Diana living double lives
Not talking Hannah Montana
Abby may have met Dylan
But I bet you he Regrettes it
Diana likes to cause divides
In her groups, just like Brexit
Diana will collect her stench
And make it into perfume
If you come for Diana
Then b*tch, you look like a buffoon

[Verse 6: Diana Jones-Woods & Janice Dudley]
That's enough of Diana
Sike, never enough of Diana
Always a surprise like Santa
Jones-Woods, no not Indiana
I'm a crackhead stripper
And I give no f*cks
I let him grab my pus*y
But his name isn't Trump
Can you feel this cracker c*nt?
Cause Diana don’t like vegans
If you want to eat some grass
Then give me a good reason
My Christian c*nt is holy
And supports BLM
But I don't support the gays
I hope they repent their sins

[Verse 7: Janice Dudley]
I’m not a housewife
I’d rather be a hoe
When I’m on stage
Your man’s in the front row
When he ask for my number
I say, "I’m no good at math"
I’m not here to date
But I suck di*k for some cash
Queen of LA
Abby, get the f*ck out my way
I go man to man
A new one every day
I’m still consistent
I always pick the big ones
My throat is deep
Can you shoot it down my lungs?
Pin me to the wall
Just like Jesus on the cross
Whisper in my ear
As you take my panties off
He’s f*cking me so good
I thought that I saw Hayleigh
I must have died a little
But I still won’t have his babies
I always thank him
Like an obedient little sl*t
I’m a good Christian
So I take it up the butt
And when my time is up
They get so suicidal
Boy that’s thirteen reasons
To go read the Bible
Rebecca, Sophie, c*ck Destroyer
f*ck, it's Sunday, say your prayer
I want a meaty Christian c*ck
In my bed by 12 o’clock
Some Gucci, Prada, Versace too
Not TBI, but it’s still true
Me and Sandy have a baby
I don’t know how, it’s still a maybe
I also want a brand new car
A private jet to see the stars
Bigger boobs, botox please
Also some rhinoplasty
My haters get what’s coming
If I touch them they’ll be running
I just hope their lives are miserable
That they disappear, go invisible
(Go invisible, go invisible, go invisible)
Disappear, go invisible
(Go invisible, go invisible, go invisible)
Disappear, go invisible

[Outro: Janice Dudley]
I close it out with an amen
So this vegan c*nt stay blessed
I close it out with an amen
So this vegan c*nt stay blessed
I close it out with an amen
So this vegan c*nt stay blessed