Survive The Summer lyrics - Iggy Azalea
[Ale Herself (Iggy Azalea):]
Eh-eh-ahem, special announcement, rich bitches don't die
And that's why you won't survive the summer!
(Amen!)
[Iggy Azalea:]
Uh, she's salty, I sauté the bitch
Alaïa jacket and I slay the bitch
Big body on display and shit
This is just another day and shit
Was down for love, I got played and shit
Cameras flashing, downplay the dick
I would never ever claim your dick
In interviews, I'm like who is this?
Bitches tryna put the end to me
Producers still sending beats
I send it back in like a day or so
You bitches writin' slow like centipedes
My crib got amenities
I just bought a T-Rex tooth 'cause I'm tryna stunt on Mr. Flintstone
One look and your bitch gone
Turned a T-Rex tooth to a chain, shit cost more than your Range
I'm a diamond in the rough, fancy diamonds by the way
I been making moves, been writing rhymes, been stacking commas
But you? Hold up, bitch, can you survive the summer?
Woah, uh
You won't survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won't survive the summer, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can't stay alive much longer, look, look
You won't survive the summer!
[Ale Herself:]
Ummm, I just wanna get in my Ferrari and drive real slow, so everyone can see my face
[Iggy Azalea:]
And all you bitches gon' hate this shit
Get the fuck up out my way and shit
Give 'em hell 365
You would think I'm 'bout to bake a bitch
Summer's over, it's a cold front
Tryna stop me is a witch hunt
Lemme' drop a lil' wisdom
Crack kills, you a victim
You a victim, you a victim
If I don't like it then I switch (uh)
Label tripping so I switch (uh)
Which one? Which one?
Bring the bag and it's done
Woah, uh
You won't survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won't survive the summer, yeah, yeah, uh
Can't stay alive much longer, look, look
You won't survive the summer!
[Ale Herself:]
You're a victim!
[Iggy Azalea:]
Hold up bitch (hold up bitch), I think you're moving too fast (fast)
Money spent (money spent), ain't even counted the cash (cash)
Hold up bitch (hold up bitch), I think you're moving too fast (fast)
Money spent (money spent), ain't even counted the cash (cash)
Trust me it ain't gonna last, it ain't gonna last, it ain't gonna last
You're 'bout to fall on your ass
Look, you won't survive the summer!
You won't survive the summer, damn, uh
They ain't getting dumber and dumber (dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber)
Shit, you won't survive the summer!
[Ale Herself:]
I know these Chanel shoes are ugly, but
That's your rent, bitch!
Tokyo Snow Trip lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Rose from, rose from
Rose from the cracks with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffel bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'
Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus)
My dope, the dopest
Fall asleep with the stove lit
Ho-hocus Pocus
Pinocchio nose drip, Tokyo snow trip
Wake up in Mexico, buenas noches (noches)
Ya bae got no chest (no chest)
Hit the gym, make that ass stretch
Fuck me in the Ghost, that's slow sex
Ay
Fuck me in the Rolls, get the Rolex
Tell ya chick don't approach us
My bitches will chase ya like Moët mimosas
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'
Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus)
My dope, the dopest
Fall asleep with the stove lit
Ho-hocus Pocus
Pinocchio nose drip, Tokyo snow trip
Wake up in Mexico, Buenas Noches (noches)
Ya bae got no chest (no chest)
Hit the gym, make that ass stretch
Fuck me in the Ghost, that's slow sex
Ay!
Fuck me in the Rolls, get the Rolex
Tell ya chick don't approach us
My bitches they chase ya like Moët mimosas
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Hush money in the sofa
Bitch, you know what I'm totin'
Kream lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Tyga)
First you get the money
Then you get the power
Respect
Look at Wallis
Hoes come last
Oh my God, Ronny!
[Tyga & Iggy Azalea:]
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
(Cash rules everything around me)
[Iggy Azalea {Tyga}:]
Uh, open up the safe, bitches got a lot to say (Raw)
Pussy in your face, that'll put you in your place {Boom}
Seven letters on the plate, fuck you when I brake {Bitch}
I got cars, I got bags, I got real estate (Cash rules)
Foreplay, I ain't come to play (Huh)
I got big fish money, he gon' bite the bait (Yeah)
{Can you drop it down, make that ass talk to me?}
Keep that energy, gone off the Hennessy
{Ass, I} need my bag quickly
Separate six degrees, bitches think they knowin' me
Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious, wet you when it's horny
Hit me on my cash app, check it in the morning
{Cash}, in this bitch shinin'
Dressed in designer, she could get {grimey}
And it's perfect timing, gin with the tonic
Bella Hadid, homie could get it
[Iggy Azalea:]
Ass
Cash, cash
Ass, bags
Bag
Cash rules everything around me
[Tyga (Iggy Azalea):]
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Ass, cash, cash)
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Ass, bags)
Ayy, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
(Cash rules everything around me)
[Tyga:]
(Uh-uh) Ass rules everything around me
Deep in that pussy, yeah, I'm drowning
A shark in the water, how you found me?
Best get from 'round me (I'm a dog)
I go hunting like a bounty (Woof)
(Cash rules) Ya, make my own rules
Tattoos on that ass, she do night school
Welcome to the players club, Ice Cube
Diamonds might make the news (Uh)
Bitch, that's photoshop like rappers with that autotune (Cash, uh)
Uh, your cheques is not approved
RM 52, anoscope, water proof
Niggas talk a lot of boof, 'til they outside the booth
My niggas like Golden State, inbound, pull up and shoot (Swish)
[Iggy Azalea:]
Cash
Cash, ass
Ass, bags
Bag
Cash rules everything around me
[Tyga (Iggy Azalea):]
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Ass, cash, cash)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Ass, bags)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (Bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
(Cash rules everything around me)
[Iggy Azalea:]
Ass rules everything around me
Deep in that pussy, got him drowning (Drownin', drownin')
Cash rules everything around me
A shark in the water, how you found me? (Found me, found me, found me, found me, found me)
Cash rules (K.R.E.A.M get the money)
Cash rules (Dollar dollar bill y'all)
Hey Iggy lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Baddest white bitch in the club
Hot boys on my dick in the club
Tell 'em chill out, super thick in the club
This my new shit, play this in the club (Hey, Iggy)
Pretty squad with me, make a minute man bust like a semi (rrah)
Hit me late night like Jimmy
If I give it to him once, he gon' chase me 'round the city like (Hey, Iggy)
Where you get that ass?
What's the number to your doctor? 'Cause bitch you bad
Nosey hoes askin' 'bout my brand new nose
But my bank account, got some brand new 0's
(Oh, ha! Got 'em!) (Hey, Iggy)
Heard I got the work, wanna be my assistant
He love the white chocolate, I'm thicker than a Snicker
Thicker than a stripper, if she clap it, I'ma tip her (Hey, Iggy)
Where you get that ass?
Lil-lil' waist, brand new bag
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)
I say hey, Iggy, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)
I say hey, Iggy, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)
Baddest white bitch in the game
I could make Future put down the drink
From trappin' in Miami, nominations at the Grammy's
Haters can't stand me, but they love me at the bank (Hey, Iggy)
You want that in all hunnids?
It really turn me on seein' bitches gettin' money
It really turn me off seein' boys actin' thirsty
I told him I'd be back, and curved him (Hey, Iggy)
Where you get that ass?
Feeling on my booty while I fill my glass
This what you want, what you need, huh?
For the dope boys doublin' their re-up
For the hot girls pullin' at their G-Strings
You're gon' give it to them soon as you leave, huh? (Leave, huh?) (Hey, Iggy)
Why they hate Iggy?
While you was on a diet, your girl made millies
Fuck beef, I got more at stake than Philly (Hey, Iggy)
Where you get that ass?
Lil-lil waist, brand new bag
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)
I say hey, Iggy, you're so fine
You're so fine, you blow my mind
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)
Baddest white bitch in the game
I could make Future put down the drink
Baddest white bitch in the club
Hot boys on my dick in the club
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)
Kawasaki lyrics - Iggy Azalea
They tellin' me be humble, but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sippin' sake, I'm raw like ahi
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby?
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Ah, I'm goin' live, sit down and watch me
You're rockin' Jordans but you're Dennis Rodman
I used to get the chicken fingers, now I get the lobster
Or I get the pasta, yeah, all my bitches mobbin'
Halloween team, fame turned me to a monster
I make him fight for the pussy, I'm Ronda Rousey
Playin' hard to get, ring around the rosey
If we're lock in, keep it low key, shit, I'm going live
The block is hot, bitch go inside
Barry Sanders tryna juke the truth, we know you lyin'
She poppin' pussy, pussy swollen, pop a Motrin now
I can take my jewelry off, still be the golden child
I'm going live, she just wanna watch
She with you 'cause you're rich, she just wants a watch
They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin' (huh!)
They tellin' me be humble, but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sippin' sake, I'm raw like ahi
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby?
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Ah, I'm going live, close your eyes, open wide
I could act like I'm humble but you know I'm not
You mean to act like I don't know when I know I'm hot
Act shocked when my shit blow, woah
He wanna rock to my tempo
I'm in the endzone, he in the friend zone
If you really on, where you team at? Put them on
Lookin' in the mirror, only bitch I depend on
Ah, I'm going live, sit down and watch me
See my ass tan, I was in the tropics
'Bout to catch a flight just to go shoppin'
This a 1 to 1, what you know about it?
Big amounts, big time accountants
I can only vouch for my account
And who I hold it down with
They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin'
They tellin' me be humble but they know I'm cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I'm cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I'm sippin' sake, I'm raw like ahi
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby?
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
(Ride him like a) Kawasaki, Kawasaki
OMG lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Wiz Khalifa)
[Smash David:]
Got it on smash
[Iggy Azalea:]
Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp)
Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah)
He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, that bitch ain't even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face
How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play
They takin' shots like Plaxico, I'm ridin' waves in Mexico
You bitches gassed like Texaco, ain't bout that bag don't hit my phone
Make sure your money match your mouth before you ever talk 'bout me
And if you want me to pull up, just know I'ma need a fee (yah!)
Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp)
Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up
[Iggy Azalea {Wiz Khalifa}:]
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious {yeah}
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings {yeah}
[Wiz Khalifa:]
Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy
Hit my phone up for a quickee, no shade but I'm picky
Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie
Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it
I be rollin' tropical weed up
I be on a flight with my feet up
I get on the track and I eat it up
Get her in the bed, I beat it up
Bang, I get the bitch and I change her
Got you bringin' weed on the plane
Everywhere, throwin' up gang (hahaa)
[Iggy Azalea {Wiz Khalifa}:]
Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough {ah, no}
Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up, brrp
Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough, go
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up
[Iggy Azalea:]
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah)
[Ale Herself:]
Oh my God
Biggest bitch ever!
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