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I keep bumping into Azealia Bank’s epic filth-fest 212- most recently in the hairdressers my daughter and wife go to when I took young ET for a haircut on Saturday. Over the din of hairdryers and phones and chat the key lines in this were still unmistakable. No-one seemed to notice- just background noise. Azealia keeps running into arguments and Twitter feuds and what-not, which keeps things interesting I suppose. If she records nothing of interest ever again this song, featuring Lazy Jay, will still be enough. It is as they say NSFW.

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