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Azealia Banks - 212 (Live At Karl Lagerfeld’s Crib In Paris)
Watch Azealia Banks absolutely killing it at, what seems to be, some grumpy grandpa’s tea party (Karl Who?). This performance just makes me want to kidnap her, put her in a cage in my room and force her to perform “212” every morning as an alternative to my shitty alarm clock. Sounds like a plan.

I…uh…ummmmm…this video has really left me quite speechless. There’s just so much that could be commented on (both right and wrong). But I’ll say just this one thing. I bet she made out with hella Chanel swag! You go, grrl. With Karl on your side, you’re now pretty much gonna be successful.