Thanks I Get lyrics - Iggy Azalea
J White I need a beat
J White I need a beat I
J White I need a
J White I need a beat I can go off on (Ooh)
I'm the one that kept it cool
With all you bitches
I'm the one that's 'bout to school all of you bitches
I'm the one that had to show you how to grind
I'm the one and only, I'm one of a kind
I'm the one that kept it real from the jump
I'm the one that showed these bitches how to stunt
And this the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
This the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
I'm the one to hit the news on you bitches
Debut at number one and number two on you bitches
Matter fact, as I recall, I hit that ooh on you bitches
Counting blues, fuck checkers
Went chess moves on you bitches, hello
I remember day one and every single face that was there
This bitch rare
Six inches inching up the stairs
Seven years here, still can't no bitch can compare
And even though there's all these little me's everywhere
I'm the one that kept it cool with all you bitches
I'm the one that's 'bout to school all of you bitches
I'm the one that had to show you how to grind
I'm the one and only, I'm one of a kind
I'm the one that kept it real from the jump
I'm the one that showed these bitches how to stunt
And this the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
This the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
I'm the motherfucking truth, ayy, if I do say
Name stay in bitches mouths like they got a toothache
I be mindin' my own business, I don't need a suitcase
Pockets pregnant, everybody askin' me my due date
I'm just saying I'm the one, let's keep it real
I'm that child's mother, baby, this really no big reveal
I'm the one that made it possible for you to get a deal
I'm the one that fixed your plate
I'm the one that gave you a meal
Let me make myself clear
I'm the one that kept it cool with all you bitches
I'm the one that's 'bout to school all of you bitches
I'm the one that had to show you how to grind
I'm the one and only, I'm one of a kind
I'm the one that kept it real from the jump
I'm the one that showed these bitches how to stunt
And this the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
This the muhfuckin' thanks I get?
I'm the one that kept it cool with all you bitches
(Cool with all you bitches)
I'm the one that had to show you how to grind
I'm one of a kind
Clap Back lyrics - Iggy Azalea
J White, I need a beat I can go off on (Ooh)
'Cause I talk like this and my ass fat
They be saying Iggy tryna act black
Hatin' broke hoes get laughed at
All they do is cap like snapbacks
He hit me up, he said he having flashbacks
You're my ex for a reason, I don't backtrack
Gimme 50 feet bitch, back, back
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
I-G-G, play with that girl
I'm gon' get on your head like a snapback
Bad bitch, got a bag, and her body stacked like flapjacks
AP cost 21, no blackjack (Oh)
I can make the dealer bust (Uh)
And I could give a fuck who ain't feelin' us (No)
Brand new range in the driveway
Squattin' on Forgis, no shoestring, sittin' up
10 bank accounts and all of them got to fillin' up
You gone, but the home girl (What?) is a millionaire (Uh)
Got Ben Fran in a choke hold 'til he tap out
Know these broke hoes feel like giving up
Hey, still litty on 'em
Pigeon-toed, thick form girl, that mean Iggy on 'em
Need a bad boy 'cause I'm tryna go Diddy on him
I don't even have to say shit right here and I shitted on 'em
'Cause I talk like this and my ass fat
They be saying Iggy tryna act black
Hatin' broke hoes get laughed at
All they do is cap like snapbacks
He hit me up, he said he having flashbacks
You're my ex for a reason, I don't backtrack
Gimme 50 feet bitch, back, back
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
They call me racist
Only thing I like is green and blue faces
None of my exes could say that I'm crazy
We not the same, baby, you shop at Macy's
Take a pic and then go say that we date
If they don't got a story, I swear they gon' make it
No more questions, I ain't giving no statements
The shots I send back do not come with a chaser
Heard 'em say that I got dropped from the label
But that did not happen, please stop all that capping
I'm clapping, I'm off now, I own all my masters
My downfall, they pray on that shit like a pastor
I love all my haters, I'm being sarcastic
I left, but I'm 'bout to bounce back like elastic
Fuck all these other bitches, I'm the baddest
From now on, you can call me Iggy the savage
'Cause I talk like this and my ass fat
They be saying Iggy tryna act black
Hatin' broke hoes get laughed at
All they do is cap like snapbacks
He hit me up, he said he having flashbacks
You're my ex for a reason, I don't backtrack
Gimme 50 feet bitch, back, back
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Ooh)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
Clap back (Ooh), clap back (Yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
(Clap back, clap back, clap back, clap back)
(Clap back, clap back, yeah)
(Clap back, clap back, clap back, clap back)
(Clap back, clap back, yeah)
I got time today, I'm finna clap back
Sally Walker lyrics - Iggy Azalea
J. White, I need a beat, I can go off on (Ooh)
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
I said go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), stop (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), drop (Go)
Lil Sally Walker, uh, shake it proper, uh
Bend it over, make it wobble, uh, got a lotta buns
Pick it up and drop it, uh, for the proper funds
Anything to make the profit come, get them dollars, hon'
Add that shit up just like mathematics
If you do it for free, then it's ass backwards
All of you bitches is mad at me
Pro'ly mad 'cause you ain't in my tax bracket
You bitches is broker than glass crackin'
You ain't gon' do shit, you just act ratchet
Play with me, you gon' get backhanded
I toot it up and look back at it
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
I said go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), stop (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), drop (Go)
Watch me throw it back and toot it, they love how I do it, uh
I'm the truth, you can't refuse it, plus my body's stupid, uh
He wasn't even shot by Cupid, but your dude's a groupie, uh
You would think it's gettin' evicted how my booty movin' (yeah)
Better yet, I need a U-Haul
One of a kind, I don't do malls
These bitches talk more than group calls
Shut the fuck up with them loose walls
Matter fact, I'm not gon' go back and forth
With you bitches like Duval and Snoop Dogg
These bitches front like a new bra
Don't get your ass dragged like RuPaul
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
Lil Sally Walker, walkin' down the street
She didn't know what to do, so she jumped in front of me
I said go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), stop (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go)
Do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go)
Go on, girl, do yo thang (Go), do yo thang (Go), drop (Go)
Go, go, go
Go, go, go (Do yo thang, stop)
Go, go, go
Go, go, go (Do yo thang, drop)
Hoemita lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Lil Yachty)
[Iggy Azalea (Lil Yachty):]
Face down (Go)
Back it up (Ayy)
Drop it
Drop it down low, then pop it
[Iggy Azalea:]
Face down (Face down), ass up (Ass up)
Back it up (Back it up), drop it (Drop it)
Slim thick (Slim thick), big butt (Big butt)
Tatted up (Tatted up), pop it (Pop it)
Throw it back (Throw it back), bounce dat ass (Bounce dat ass)
Make it clap (Make it clap), drop it (Drop it)
Do the splits (Do the splits), you the shit (You the shit)
Drop it down low, then pop it
I-G-G-Y, VIP, I'm very important (Uh)
Girl you need to chill, stop lookin' at my heels
You know you can't afford 'em (Nah)
Check out my figure, I'm flyer than a bitch
And I ain't even boardin' (Nah)
Been on my shit, 'bout to twerk on this dick
With my tongue out like Jordan (Ugh)
Baby, I do what I want, and you only do what you can
Came to the spot just to fuck it up
And I know that I'ma stick to the plan, yeah
He wanna put cuffs on my hands
'Cause I make it clap like I sit in the stands
He tryna lock me up all because I made it drop
Like it slipped out my hands (Woo)
[Iggy Azalea {Lil Yachty}:]
Face down (Face down), ass up (Ass up)
Back it up (Back it up), drop it (Drop it)
Slim thick (Slim thick), big butt (Big butt)
Tatted up (Tatted up), pop it (Pop it)
Throw it back (Throw it back), bounce dat ass (Bounce dat ass)
Make it clap (Make it clap), drop it (Drop it)
Do the splits (Do the splits), you the shit (You the shit, {Lil Boat})
Drop it down low, then pop it {Go}
[Lil Yachty:]
Pop it just like soda, whip it like yola
Got a bitch named Dakota, she kinda older
Got me hard like a boulder, get neck like shoulders
I'm on side it like Folgers, need you to focus
Niggas can't afford to focus, that's why they drive it
Niggas came in with pistols, ain't had to hide 'em
Niggas lookin' for hoes, we already got 'em
Told her fuck with the kid like a bully
Told the gang come in deep as a gully (Go)
Got the jet by the water like Sully
They can't stand it, I move like a bandit
Getting ate like a sandwich, my sweater is hand-stitched
In the 4-88, I'm with mad Mitch
In the back of the 'Bach with a bad bitch
Niggas hate when I win, it's the same shit
Niggas honkin' they horn when I lane switch, skrrt (Skrrt)
They get dangerous
My young nigga, they don't know what danger is
Play with Boat, it get sketch as a stranger is
It's dramatic as manga is
I don't know how to fight, but I know what a banger is
Bitch, it's Boat, I need more credit
Turned this beat to a diabetic
Look, let's go (Lil Boat)
[Iggy Azalea {Lil Yachty}:]
Face down (Face down), ass up (Ass up)
Back it up (Back it up), drop it (Drop it)
Slim thick (Slim thick), big butt (Big butt)
Tatted up (Tatted up), pop it (Pop it, {ayy})
Throw it back (Throw it back), bounce dat ass (Bounce dat ass)
Make it clap (Make it clap), drop it (Drop it)
Do the splits (Do the splits), you the shit (You the shit)
Drop it down low, then pop it
Drop it down low, then pop it
Drop it down low, then pop it
Face down, ass up, back it up, drop it
(I bet you love me now)
Drop it, drop it
(I bet you love me now)
Drop it down low, then pop it
Started lyrics - Iggy Azalea
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
Ayy, bitch, they lookin' at me, they not lookin' at you
I don't mean to be rude, I'm a ten, you a two
He be blowin' me up like a fuckin' balloon
I just tell him give me space like the man on the moon
You know that I'm the best, is that why you depressed?
Say you gettin' a check, girl, you be frontin' like breasts
I look good for myself, I got no one to impress
You better ask your GPS, I ain't the one to address
Lil' bitch, look
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
Do you hate that you love me or do you love that you hate me?
All you bitches be bitin', I hope you don't give me rabies
You can say what you want about me as long as you pay me
I'm just tryna get them Ms and I ain't talkin' Slim Shady
Bitch don't look at me crazy or you'll be pushin' up daisies
On this watch, I spent eighty, got me lit up like Las Vegas
Yeah, my house is so big, I'm sittin' on acres and acres
I have never seen my neighbors, no du-rag but Iggy wavy
Goddamn
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I know I'm fine, okay
Yeah, I'm a dime, okay
I cut him off if he ever get outta line, okay
I do it big, okay
Like I'm a giant, okay
I waste my wine before I ever waste my time, okay
Get outta line, okay
It's goin' down, okay
You know my temper is way shorter than a Vine, okay
We not the same, lil' mama, I don't wait in line, okay
You say you rich, well like Mufasa you be lyin', okay
Well, okay
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
I started from the bottom and now I'm rich
I got in my bag and I ain't looked back since
I started to say sorry, but fuck that shit
You started out hatin', now you love my drip
Spend It lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
I just bought a Bentley and, no, it ain't rented
People tryna see who in it, but the windows tinted
Yep, I'm on E, that don't mean empty, that shit mean expensive
And when I hit the scene, I kill it, but ain't no forensics
I bought a wedding ring
That's 'cause I'm married to the game (Uh)
I can't complain (Uh)
I'm gettin' money, fuck the fame (Uh)
I'm in my bag
Don't want your man, he super lame (Uh)
I don't catch feelings
I'm catching flights, can't miss my plane (Uh)
You know I'm the flyest, I fly private, not United (Nah)
If I want it, I'ma buy it
I got drivers, what's a license? (Skrrt, skrrt)
Far from broke and I'm so dope
I hope that I don't get indicted (Ugh)
The reason I look the nicest is 'cause I don't look at prices
All I do is
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
And I know
You ain't gotta tell me, baby, I know (What?)
You mad 'cause you broke and I'm not, hoe (Yeah)
I buy shit in bulk like it's Costco (Yeah, yeah)
And it don't make no sense (Yeah)
I'm in the game and sit you on the bench (Bench)
Bitch your breath stink from talkin' shit, you want a mint? (Ew)
Same time you spend hatin' you could be gettin' rich (Ew)
When I was 22, I was runnin' it back like Emmitt Smith (Ugh)
Yeah I been broke before, but I ain't been back since (Nah)
I used to be on my ass, but that's past tense (Yeah)
Now I'm so far up, I got jetlag, bitch (Boom)
If you ain't getting cash sis, huh, you are not a bad bitch
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Ayy, if I want it, I'ma get it
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
This money mine, so I'ma spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it
Spend it, spend it, spend it (What?)
Get it, get it, get it (Yeah)
Get it, get it, get it (Yeah, yeah)
Run it back (Yeah), run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Run it back, run it back, run it back
Fuck It Up lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Kash Doll)
[Iggy Azalea {Kash Doll}:]
(Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
Pull up in some new shit (Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up, ayy
Fuckin' it up
I be standing on the couch just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
I be in my own space just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
G-gettin' money feel way better than bustin' a nut
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up {Ayy, ayy, ayy}
[Iggy Azalea:]
Look
I'ma let these bitches know right now I ain't the one to play with
30 thousand, all hunnids in the bag, that's what I stay with
If a bitch got smoke or pressure, I suggest right now you say it
He love when I slop it up, his favorite when lil Iggy spray it
I got my coins, but still gon' look for him to pay it
Nudes broke the net, I hate to be the one to say it
Barely show shit and they still pay their last to graze it
Bitches mad tight, their mans, they want to have my baby
Barely ever out, but when I am, I'm lookin like a lick
I grab his dick, I told him don't say shit, he like my last flick
The AP never tick, he in my DMs, but he never hit
I brought them bitches out and all my bad bitches with the shits
[Iggy Azalea {Kash Doll}:]
(Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
Pull up in some new shit (Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up, ayy
Fuckin' it up
I be standing on the couch just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
I be in my own space just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
G-gettin' money feel way better than bustin' a nut
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ah, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up {Ah, ayy, ayy, ayy}
[Kash Doll:]
Uh, drop down, bust it open (Bust it open)
Wet, wet, got that Pacific Ocean (Ooh, ooh)
Chuck E. Cheese me, please give me a token (That's right)
If you want me to fuck it up like it's broken (Ayy)
See, I got no competition (Ayy)
If I'm playing, I'm winnin' (Ayy)
Yeah, these diamonds be hittin' (Ayy)
Cartier Harry Winston
Wanna sleep in this good pussy like a tenant
Need a deposit in that first month, you gotta rent it (Ew)
Bad bitch, and it can't be debated (That's right)
Standin' on a couch, I know these jealous bitches hate it
Ass so big, that shit look like it's inflated (Ah, ah)
Starving all these bitches the way me and Iggy ate it
You know I'ma fuck it up
[Iggy Azalea {Kash Doll}:]
(Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
Pull up in some new shit (Fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up, ayy (Ah, ah, ah)
Fuckin' it up
I be standing on the couch just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
I be in my own space just fuckin' it up, ayy
(Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis)
Just fuckin' it up (Fuck it up, sis)
G-gettin' money feel way better than bustin' a nut (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up, sis {Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy}
Fuck it up, sis, fuck it up {Ayy, ayy, ayy}
Big Bag lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Stini)
Got it on Smash
Go Grizz
[Iggy Azalea:]
Pop my clip and click clack
Pull up, push your shit back
Ain't got no time for chit chat
Just holla if you need that
Ain't 'bout dollars, get no text back
Packs, you know I flip that
Already had my setbacks
I pull up with the big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I-G-G, I need that big bag
That broke shit, I'm not with that
Since y'all love lettin' y'all lips flap
Go tell 'em that that bitch back
This money still comin' fast
So quick, Ben Frank got whiplash
These diamonds in my necklace
Watch and bracelet look like chipped glass
Who playin' with your bitch ass?
That's smoke for sure you get that
This new Range it just sprint pass
I'm crazy with my rich ass
We not the same, that's big facts
This pussy should be gift wrap
Then I get so much paper, sometimes I feel like I print that
Pop my clip and click clack
Pull up, push your shit back
Ain't got no time for chit chat
Just holla if you need that
Ain't 'bout dollars, get no text back
Packs, you know I flip that
Already had my setbacks
I pull up with the big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
[Stini:]
Karma brought the big bag
Now all you bitches big mad
Just 'cause I went and got cash
I been there and I done that
It's 20 bands, yeah, run that
My jewels hit like "pat, pat"
You got check, then gon' head, cut that
Drip and dividends, I'm 'bout that
Chanel shoes sold out, can't cop that
So you bitches can't copycat
[Iggy Azalea:]
Pop my clip and click clack
Pull up, push your shit back
Ain't got no time for chit chat
Just holla if you need that
Ain't 'bout dollars, get no text back
Packs, you know I flip that
Already had my setbacks
I pull up with the big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Runnin' through a new batch
Fendi, I done did that
Chanel runners like kick backs
My money gun got kick back
High with some jetlag
I've been runnin' up big bags
It's gon' come back, so I spend that
Two bags from Goyard cost me 10 racks
Pop my clip and click clack
Pull up, push your shit back
Ain't got no time for chit chat
Just holla if you need that
Ain't 'bout dollars, get no text back
Packs, you know I flip that
Already had my setbacks
I pull up with the big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Pull up with the big bag, big bag
I pull up with the big bag, big bag
Comme Des Garcons lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Rico's going crazy again
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
One more shot of 1942 would have me nice
If I threw all my jewelry, you'd be skatin' on this ice
I'm VIP, you not important, you get no invite
I do every bit of two hunnid, runnin' red lights
Hit a right
You not the one for me, can't hit this twice
They always come for me, I win in spite
Ain't no man ever said I'm not his type
Bitch, I'm piped, pussy tight
Expensive taste, big appetite
If you hate me, bitch, get your life
Them hunnids stacked high got me hyped
No lie, I get anything I like
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, you not real, you knock off
I work hard, no time off, won't climb off my high horse
Don't test me, I'm not soft, swing at you like Top Golf
It's me, myself and I-G-G-Y, I'm my boss
These lights make my eyes clear, on point like spiked hair
I'm not your average white girl, got a Big Apple like Times Square
Talk shit, but when I come around, they get quiet like the library
Bad Dreams, LLC, we give these hoes nightmares
Look at the top, I'm right there, and I don't plan on leavin' (Leavin')
This how I spend my evenin' (Evenin')
I made 'em shut down Neiman's
Yeah, anytime I post a pic, they go nuts like semen
Girl, whenever they see me, I kill it and have 'em grieving
'Cause my
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
Outfit by Dior, this hot bitch on all fours
I got bands, a lot more, I'm dripping in all sauce
Shoes, they got hearts on, that's Comme des Garçons
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
I got drip, I got sauce, I got drip, I got sauce
Freak Of The Week lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Juicy J)
[Iggy Azalea:]
Candy cane lane, baby give me brain
Do something strange in the back of the range
[Juicy J:]
What Juicy J say, he be like shut the fuck up
Throw a little freak in Hollywood
[Iggy Azalea:]
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
Ooh, let me be your muse
Make me scream, fuck me like you got something to prove
Now you know I need a fix, come tighten my screws
Pussy wetter than an ocean, boy, come take a cruise
I'm bout to move straight to Candy Cane Lane, baby, give me brain
Do something strange in the back of the Range
You know I'm picture perfect, come and beat it out the frame
Put it in me deep, I like the pain, I won't complain
I'm a nympho for your motherfucking nympho, I'ma please it
If we fuck, you cumming first just like the intro
Make 'em lick it 'fore he stick it since he hungry like a hippo
Have 'em bustin' like a window, now he knocked out on the pillow
Ooh, Iggy, I'm the
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
[Juicy J:]
(Shut the fuck up)
Yeah, freak of the week (Week)
I just call her Sunday (Sunday)
We only fuck on Sunday (Sunday)
I fly her back on Monday (Monday)
I move 'em in and move 'em out just like I'm slangin drugs (Oh)
I light it up and twist 'em out just like I'm changing bulbs (Haha)
I just fucked my Tuesday 'cause my Monday runnin' late (Late)
My Friday bitch want Thursday
'Cause she don't wanna wait (Mm-mmm)
I be having to beg my hoes to give my dick a break (I did)
My new bitch say she gon' kill me if I give this dick away
Come here, bounce that ass, I might fit you in my week
When I spray it in her face, she gon' turn the other cheek
I'm a dog, I'm a dog, girl, that pussy like a treat
Give me brain, give me brain, turn a nigga to a geek (Yes, sir)
[Iggy Azalea {Juicy J}:]
Freak of the week {Ayy}, freak of the week {Uh-huh}
Freak of the week {Let's get it}, freak of the week {Uh-huh}
Freak of the week {Uh-huh}, freak of the week {Uh-huh}
Freak of the week {Uh-huh}, freak of the week {Uh-huh}
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), throw that cash
Throw that cash (Yeah, hoe), bounce that ass
[Iggy Azalea:]
Candy Cane Lane, baby, give me brain
Do something strange in the back of the Range
Candy Cane Lane, baby, give me brain
Do something strange in the back of the Range
Freak of the week (Yeah, hoe), freak of the week (Yeah, hoe)
Freak of the, freak of the, freak of the, freak, freak (Yeah, hoe)
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Freak of the week, freak of the week
Just Wanna lyrics - Iggy Azalea
We were paired up, and she actually thought of me
Thought of me enough to decide that I was the guy she could trust for the whole fun-ness of her party
She wanted to fuck me, she wants my dick (Ah, push it)
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
I just wanna nut
Ah, push it, ah, push it
I'ma put this pussy on your face
Ah, push it
Open up boy, come and get a taste
Ah, push it
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
They call me big Iggy, and I'm a bit freaky
If he hit it, then he love it, there's a big reason
I'm tryna take a ride, I'm on the dick speedin'
Can you come and lay some pipe? 'Cause my shit leakin'
I'm tryna bust it open, I ain't strip teasin'
If we fuck, we stuck together like pits breedin'
When I put it on his face, I think he quit breathin'
Like "ah"
Sweet Jesus
Break him off proper, booty like a model
Make him give me head, medulla oblongata
I take care of my business, let me move into the office
Make me hush, I'm doin' too much talkin', baby
I just wanna fuck (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
I just wanna nut (Nut, nut, nut, nut, nut, nut)
I'ma put this pussy on your face
Ah, push it
Open up boy, come and get a taste
Ah, push it
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
I can tell that you want it by the way that you want me
Go on and put on your saddle, I'm 'bout to hop on the pony
When we fuck, I'ma go in, I be screamin' and moanin'
Your face like a litter box, I put the pussy right on it
I am not tryna cuddle, so don't get caught in the moment
I'ma need you to kill it, then after, send your condolence
When it come to pleasin' you, baby, I'm really devoted
Then like a skeleton, we need to be bonin'
I'm tryna tell you, I'm a freaky ass, nasty muhfucka
And if I let him hit, then he a happy muhfucka
And when I throw it back, you better smack it, muhfucka
I grab his hard drive and then I hacked the muhfucka, baby
I just wanna fuck (Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
I just wanna nut (Nut, nut, nut, nut, nut, nut)
I'ma put this pussy on your face
Ah, push it
Open up boy, come and get a taste
Ah, push it
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
Hey, so did you bring a condom for tonight?
You brought a condom with you?
Yeah, I figured I might as well, you know
I bought a little bottle of spermicidal lube, too
But you laughed at my face when I said I'd be having sex tonight
Yeah, that doesn't mean you shouldn't
Just always be prepared, you know?
You didn't even bring a condom?
Ah, push it, ah, push it
Ah, push it, ah, push it
I'ma put this pussy on your face
Ah, push it
Open up boy, come and get a taste
Ah, push it
I just wanna fuck
Ah, push it, ah, push it
Pussy Pop lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
(Hey yo, Iggy)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
(They say you and J. White did it, man)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop (Yeah)
(Big Iggy)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop (Uh)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop (Yeah)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop (Ooh)
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Left cheek, right cheek, boy shorts, white tee
Damn good hygiene; kill shit, crime scene
Hot like dry steam, melt your ice cream
Can't fit in my jeans, shine like high beams
Freaky, yeah, I'm freaky, rated R, not PG
Water got that Fiji, got green like Luigi
Yo man wanna eat it, gimme head just like a beanie
I ain't gon' tease him, sit it on his face just like Rashiki
Up, down like a yo-yo or a pogo stick
Pussy wet, make him row-row (Uh)
Tryna touch, tell him oh no
That's a no-go unless he give you cheese like a photo (Uh)
If he ain't got no dough, tell him hold on
Then tell him keep it pushing like promo (Uh)
Bend it over, go low-low to the flo'
Then just like a snow globe, I'm gon'
Shake it fast, shake it slow
Make it jiggle make it roll
Take the dough, take control
What the fuck you waiting for?
They don't know you making though
All these bitches taking notes
Put it on him, make him grow
But first you gotta make for sure that yo
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Pussy pop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
Don't stop, pussy pop, pussy pop
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