Look, we gettin' money
We spendin' money
There's june money and decemeber money
Theres summer money and winter money
Cold-co-co-co-cold.
Clothes on top of clothes
I'm flyer than a bird and I'm shittin' on you hoes
Whatchu know bitch I'm on.
And can't nobody turn me off
And if I was a dick I would be hard but you would make me soft, my god.
He's choosing like hello hello so pretty bitch hey yellow yellow
Blond but please don't think I'm dumb
I'm getting to this bread [?]
Where's there grey poupon
These dudes is on my jock
Everytime I come you would think I was trippin shit the way they throw them ones at me
I can make you go,
I can make you move,
I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do.
I walk in they like hello hello hello,
I walk in they like hello hello hello [x2]
Fuck you bitches,
You ugly bitches,
You stupid bitches,
You dummy bitches,
You dusty bitches
Don't touch me bitches whoa.
Whoa whoa whoa.
No no no no no
You're not on my level,
You're not even close.
These are ferragamo baby
What the fuck are those?
Since you sniff pussies and cry baby
Go and blow your nose.
Bitch I'm on.
And if I have to tell you one more time I'll blow
Like a bomb, or a horn, or a bitch behind a bungalow at prom.
What I'm on.
I swear these bitches not.
This pussy two times. twat, twat.
Pussy two more times is exactly what he got.
After I made it hot and he spent up all his gwap
I'm talking racks on top of racks.
And stacks on top of that.
He took me to the shops and I got bags on top of bags.
You just like orphan annie get a kitchen back them rags.
You're not lookin' too good and that's too bad so sad.
I can make you go,
I can make you move,
I can make you do what the fuck I want you to do.
I walk in they like hello hello hello,
I walk in they like hello hello hello [x2]
My World lyrics - Iggy Azalea
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
DRUGS Gang, I'm in the zone
Aussie ho, I put my Country on
G shit, I'm what you ain't
6'4 dip with candy paint
I get done, what you can't
White bitch down slugs, and gangstas faint
I shut it down, go and hate
I had enough of these hoes
No time to waste
Amazing grace, embrace the place
You basic bitch, get out my face
I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x2]
Ugh
Enough of that
Now I'm finna kill this shit
Chordz 3D with another hit
Call me the pound
I'ma kill this bitch
Pound for pound around town
I'm the illest bitch
You see me, be the realest bitch
You high off mines
You snorting shit
Higher than a motherfucker
Better never been on other rhyme
In the gutter got them saying she the other color
Me and your man, secret agents, we under covers
My team on the scene, stay clean on these other brothers
Talk shit get his nut fucking nutter butter
Iggy Pop, I'm gone bitch, burn rubber
Bottles over here, more till I die
Sparkle every bottle, see the glare in my eye
Turned over here, it's the 4th of July
White, Black, Asian, Latin Hoes, Middle Eastern
It's time to show, we run this shit, gotta let them know
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x2]
White girl, team full of bad bitches
DRUGS Gang, I'm in the zone
Aussie ho, I put my Country on
G shit, I'm what you ain't
6'4 dip with candy paint
I get done, what you can't
White bitch down slugs, and gangstas faint
I shut it down, go and hate
I had enough of these hoes
No time to waste
Amazing grace, embrace the place
You basic bitch, get out my face
I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x2]
Ugh
Enough of that
Now I'm finna kill this shit
Chordz 3D with another hit
Call me the pound
I'ma kill this bitch
Pound for pound around town
I'm the illest bitch
You see me, be the realest bitch
You high off mines
You snorting shit
Higher than a motherfucker
Better never been on other rhyme
In the gutter got them saying she the other color
Me and your man, secret agents, we under covers
My team on the scene, stay clean on these other brothers
Talk shit get his nut fucking nutter butter
Iggy Pop, I'm gone bitch, burn rubber
Bottles over here, more till I die
Sparkle every bottle, see the glare in my eye
Turned over here, it's the 4th of July
White, Black, Asian, Latin Hoes, Middle Eastern
It's time to show, we run this shit, gotta let them know
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad bitches
[x2]
Pu$$y lyrics - Iggy Azalea
[Verse 1]
Iggy Iggy pussy illy
Wetter than the Amazon
Taste this kitty
Silly Billy poppin' pilly's
Smoke it like a swisher
Lick this philly
Mold em ah! Soak em ah!
Hook em like crack, after shock
Molten ah! Lava drop
This should be outlawed, call me Pac
(Pu$$y pu$$y)
The illest on the planet
Better play ya cards right Mr. Gambit
If you wanna hang here, ain't no Hammock
Never, no better, law should ban it
Never, no better, law should ban it
I do it right, wit drugs understand it
I do it right, now please sir pan it
[Hook]
Left right back to the middle
Head on swivel neck till I quivel
Open ya mouth
Taste the rainbow taste my Skittles ah!
[x2]
Pu$$y pu$$y pu$$y
[x4]
[Verse 2]
You know bitches envy me
Cause you won't get rid of me
When you cum, I run
This cat got you missin' me
Bad Boys get a mouth full of pussy aka Listerine
Here to make you lose your mind
Gonna need a Sherlock Holmes
To solve your mystery, I'm nasty
Baby what you thinking? Aka Titanic
So much wet will have yo ass sinking
Treat that tongue like a bullet
Give me head, Abe Lincoln
This is so out this world
But no you not dreamin'
[Hook]
Left right back to the middle
Head on swivel neck till I quivel
Open ya mouth
Taste the rainbow, taste my Skittles ah!
[x2]
Pu$$y Pu$$y Pu$$y
[x4]
Iggy Iggy pussy illy
Wetter than the Amazon
Taste this kitty
Silly Billy poppin' pilly's
Smoke it like a swisher
Lick this philly
Mold em ah! Soak em ah!
Hook em like crack, after shock
Molten ah! Lava drop
This should be outlawed, call me Pac
(Pu$$y pu$$y)
The illest on the planet
Better play ya cards right Mr. Gambit
If you wanna hang here, ain't no Hammock
Never, no better, law should ban it
Never, no better, law should ban it
I do it right, wit drugs understand it
I do it right, now please sir pan it
[Hook]
Left right back to the middle
Head on swivel neck till I quivel
Open ya mouth
Taste the rainbow taste my Skittles ah!
[x2]
Pu$$y pu$$y pu$$y
[x4]
[Verse 2]
You know bitches envy me
Cause you won't get rid of me
When you cum, I run
This cat got you missin' me
Bad Boys get a mouth full of pussy aka Listerine
Here to make you lose your mind
Gonna need a Sherlock Holmes
To solve your mystery, I'm nasty
Baby what you thinking? Aka Titanic
So much wet will have yo ass sinking
Treat that tongue like a bullet
Give me head, Abe Lincoln
This is so out this world
But no you not dreamin'
[Hook]
Left right back to the middle
Head on swivel neck till I quivel
Open ya mouth
Taste the rainbow, taste my Skittles ah!
[x2]
Pu$$y Pu$$y Pu$$y
[x4]
You lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. YG)
Searchin' for a dude that can call me wifey
Ready for the ring, just maybe I might be
Never been a smut, I don't care who like me
I can count on one hand all the dudes that's piped me
Takin kinda long, time is movin on, been feelin kinda strong, love is on the phone
Ya sayin that I'm here, if only you could hear
My heart yellin' out, I wanted to compare
I know what I deserve, I demand the bestest
That's why all my past dudes names is ex's
Keep that thing in your pants I don't need your sex's
Better come correct when you step to a princess
Queen on the throne, listen to this song
If you out there, step into my zone
Show me how you rock, gimme what you got
Make me your one, let's hit the top
[Chorus: x2]
I need someone that's new, who knows what to do.
I need someone like you, someone like you, someone like you, someone like you
[YG:]
Hey how you doin babygirl it's nice to meet ya
Got me wanna freak ya, just by ya features
Hopin this conversation leads to a situation
And that situation leads to sensation
Left wranglers, I got em don't worry
I'm the type of dude these chicks talk about on Maury, yup
Cold story but I got alot of ex girls
So why I wanna put a alphabet above my next girl
Thug nigga, thug nigga, thug nigga
If I wasn't a rapper then I'd probably be a drug dealer
Yep and she loves me for that
Put on her favourite slow song and she fuck me to that
[Chorus: x2]
I need someone that's new, who knows what to do.
I need someone like you, someone like you, someone like you, someone like you
Better then the others
Tell them girls to get low
I dance for my baby in the room I dip low
Givin him my body, yeah I act so ex oh
On my neck where he best so papi don't let go
Are you out there? Bring it over here
If so where, hands in the air
Let's start a new life, take on the world
Grab my hand, make me your girl
[Chorus: x2]
I need someone that's new, who knows what to do.
I need someone like you, someone like you, someone like you, someone like you
Ready for the ring, just maybe I might be
Never been a smut, I don't care who like me
I can count on one hand all the dudes that's piped me
Takin kinda long, time is movin on, been feelin kinda strong, love is on the phone
Ya sayin that I'm here, if only you could hear
My heart yellin' out, I wanted to compare
I know what I deserve, I demand the bestest
That's why all my past dudes names is ex's
Keep that thing in your pants I don't need your sex's
Better come correct when you step to a princess
Queen on the throne, listen to this song
If you out there, step into my zone
Show me how you rock, gimme what you got
Make me your one, let's hit the top
[Chorus: x2]
I need someone that's new, who knows what to do.
I need someone like you, someone like you, someone like you, someone like you
[YG:]
Hey how you doin babygirl it's nice to meet ya
Got me wanna freak ya, just by ya features
Hopin this conversation leads to a situation
And that situation leads to sensation
Left wranglers, I got em don't worry
I'm the type of dude these chicks talk about on Maury, yup
Cold story but I got alot of ex girls
So why I wanna put a alphabet above my next girl
Thug nigga, thug nigga, thug nigga
If I wasn't a rapper then I'd probably be a drug dealer
Yep and she loves me for that
Put on her favourite slow song and she fuck me to that
[Chorus: x2]
I need someone that's new, who knows what to do.
I need someone like you, someone like you, someone like you, someone like you
Better then the others
Tell them girls to get low
I dance for my baby in the room I dip low
Givin him my body, yeah I act so ex oh
On my neck where he best so papi don't let go
Are you out there? Bring it over here
If so where, hands in the air
Let's start a new life, take on the world
Grab my hand, make me your girl
[Chorus: x2]
I need someone that's new, who knows what to do.
I need someone like you, someone like you, someone like you, someone like you
Backseat lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Chevy Jones)
[Sample: Niki & The Dove]
Last night, we got married in a taxi
I swear I loved you, yes I love you like there's no tomorrow
And Iv got no time, for second thoughts now
We got tonight and then I have to go.
(D.R.U.G.S.)
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I know you want it
So why prolong it?
Perfect time right now
Gimme that look, I'm a hop up on it
Iggy in that zone
And we all alone
Wotchu "waiting on
Lot of woman back here, how bad you want it?
[Pre-Chorus:]
Back bone, back on, gonna back that to my back bone
Back strong, back back back my apple, not no iPhone
Backseat, that's our horny ecstasy, popping gon' already see
So there we be, we feel it, yea I'm telling he
[Chorus: Chevy Jones]
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true him, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
In the backseat, in the backseat of the car"
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Here we go, up and down to the beat
Never caring if they peep 'cause the windows fog
Gotta get it when I get it, get it right, get it good
Get it good while it's good, it's the shit for all
I don't really do this with all
But the way you touch me, my dress come off
Drop get you rocking then the top come off
And my top come off then we bring it hard
[Pre-Chorus:]
Back bone, back on, gonna back that to my back bone
Back strong, back back back my apple, not no iPhone
Backseat, that's our horny ecstasy, popping gon' already see
So there we be, we feel it, yea I'm telling he
[Chorus: Chevy Jones]
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true him, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
In the backseat, in the backseat of the car
[Bridge x4: Iggy Azalea (Chevy Jones)]
Back gone
Can't wait to get that home
I want that (backseat love)
I want that (backseat love)
Last night, we got married in a taxi
I swear I loved you, yes I love you like there's no tomorrow
And Iv got no time, for second thoughts now
We got tonight and then I have to go.
(D.R.U.G.S.)
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
I know you want it
So why prolong it?
Perfect time right now
Gimme that look, I'm a hop up on it
Iggy in that zone
And we all alone
Wotchu "waiting on
Lot of woman back here, how bad you want it?
[Pre-Chorus:]
Back bone, back on, gonna back that to my back bone
Back strong, back back back my apple, not no iPhone
Backseat, that's our horny ecstasy, popping gon' already see
So there we be, we feel it, yea I'm telling he
[Chorus: Chevy Jones]
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true him, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
In the backseat, in the backseat of the car"
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Here we go, up and down to the beat
Never caring if they peep 'cause the windows fog
Gotta get it when I get it, get it right, get it good
Get it good while it's good, it's the shit for all
I don't really do this with all
But the way you touch me, my dress come off
Drop get you rocking then the top come off
And my top come off then we bring it hard
[Pre-Chorus:]
Back bone, back on, gonna back that to my back bone
Back strong, back back back my apple, not no iPhone
Backseat, that's our horny ecstasy, popping gon' already see
So there we be, we feel it, yea I'm telling he
[Chorus: Chevy Jones]
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true him, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
That's true love, that's true love
Give it to him down in the parking lot
In the backseat, in the backseat of the car
[Bridge x4: Iggy Azalea (Chevy Jones)]
Back gone
Can't wait to get that home
I want that (backseat love)
I want that (backseat love)
Treasure Island lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Cutest hoes in my southern flow
Looks so good and I'm flying here
Soaring high like a eagle hoe
Baddest bitch in my hemisphere
Drugs the camp and I'll let you know
Saved every song so you can hear
I'm the leader of my circle I'm the head of my peers,
I'm the leader of the ladies let's get this clear
That's how we rock
10 million sold when I drop
10 million flows, think she hot
10 million hoes in my drop
10 million pounds watch my clock
10 million years at the top
My time will start today nicki paved the way
Came to far to leave now I can't stop uh
[Chorus]
Get your styrofoam cups raise em high
Let em know it's team iggy bitch till you die
Gets your tats, get your shirts let the world see who running this let em know you belong to me
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my team I got vacants on my chain
I I I I live the dream I got vacants on my chain
[x2]
Wa wa wa walk with the queen I got vacants on my chain
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my team I got vacants on my chain
Drop top that mercedes man
Peez weed gets crazy
Drop thousands on my baby
I been living as of lately
At the palms I drop 180
And my ghost a do 180
Heres 180 heres 180
They shut em down computer baby
Cause I'm tryna get paid
Hey neil I swear they can't fade
Hey george we got it all made
Hey shouts to all my gays
Hey shout to all my bitches and all my fans that's just misunderstood
I work for y'all they can't hate us yo it's all good
Gets your tats, get your shirts let the world see who running this let em know you belong to me
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my dream I got vacants on my chain
I I I I live the dream I got vacants on my chain wa wa wa walk with the queen I got vacants on my chain
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my dream I got vacants on my chain
Looks so good and I'm flying here
Soaring high like a eagle hoe
Baddest bitch in my hemisphere
Drugs the camp and I'll let you know
Saved every song so you can hear
I'm the leader of my circle I'm the head of my peers,
I'm the leader of the ladies let's get this clear
That's how we rock
10 million sold when I drop
10 million flows, think she hot
10 million hoes in my drop
10 million pounds watch my clock
10 million years at the top
My time will start today nicki paved the way
Came to far to leave now I can't stop uh
[Chorus]
Get your styrofoam cups raise em high
Let em know it's team iggy bitch till you die
Gets your tats, get your shirts let the world see who running this let em know you belong to me
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my team I got vacants on my chain
I I I I live the dream I got vacants on my chain
[x2]
Wa wa wa walk with the queen I got vacants on my chain
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my team I got vacants on my chain
Drop top that mercedes man
Peez weed gets crazy
Drop thousands on my baby
I been living as of lately
At the palms I drop 180
And my ghost a do 180
Heres 180 heres 180
They shut em down computer baby
Cause I'm tryna get paid
Hey neil I swear they can't fade
Hey george we got it all made
Hey shouts to all my gays
Hey shout to all my bitches and all my fans that's just misunderstood
I work for y'all they can't hate us yo it's all good
Gets your tats, get your shirts let the world see who running this let em know you belong to me
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my dream I got vacants on my chain
I I I I live the dream I got vacants on my chain wa wa wa walk with the queen I got vacants on my chain
La la lock ups make em lean I got vacants on my chain you you can't mess with my dream I got vacants on my chain
Drop That Shit lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Problem)
[Intro]
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it drop it drop it
My bitches yeah they drop it I see you on that pole work that shit I pay for college
Supportin you I rain on you now drop it like it's hottest
Benji benji benjamin my that's the only topic
Rock make it rock uhh girl bounce that ass pop it girl don't stop it
It's drugs we got cash I wanna see that ass go speed it up now go slow ass low ass low money pile overflow
Dayuumm baby got the fattest ass I ain't gay so problem is I'll have to pass make it clap so after I can take a bow
Hurricane and your stormin up the place now
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it drop it drop it
Bitch I want it bitch I want it
He for ones they don't want it I got racks of hunnits hunnits uhh
Boolah got the weed treaty got the crees pezzy gotta thousand fifties and bugatti keys
Do it with ease we drop it like autumn leaves we drop it and then we leave
Broke bitch please give me a stack of these cash money like Lil' Weeze Joey got them flockin'
They swinging all on my kneessszzus right in your mouth ho keep talking I got something for your mouth ho
Where's your man I'll show him where his mouth go drop that bitches listen to how the hook go
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Problem]
Damn damn damn Iggy Iggy do you see that ho? that shit that shit that shit can't do that on Problem's stripper pole
They'll try and climb it if the giant little Snicker bar diamonds twinkle twinkle big dipper
To all you little stars it's me problem problem got some fun got some change threw some one's golfer swung clubs and hoes think I'm a put a hole in one for real diamond [?] and brought drugs with me pills and that white girl and I don't mean iggy
I'm on a war path so the thang with me so you beter run son and I don't mean diggy
Iggy I know you just got to this light but that bitch right there so bad you should be bi for one night (at least)
[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it drop it drop it
My bitches yeah they drop it I see you on that pole work that shit I pay for college
Supportin you I rain on you now drop it like it's hottest
Benji benji benjamin my that's the only topic
Rock make it rock uhh girl bounce that ass pop it girl don't stop it
It's drugs we got cash I wanna see that ass go speed it up now go slow ass low ass low money pile overflow
Dayuumm baby got the fattest ass I ain't gay so problem is I'll have to pass make it clap so after I can take a bow
Hurricane and your stormin up the place now
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it drop it drop it
Bitch I want it bitch I want it
He for ones they don't want it I got racks of hunnits hunnits uhh
Boolah got the weed treaty got the crees pezzy gotta thousand fifties and bugatti keys
Do it with ease we drop it like autumn leaves we drop it and then we leave
Broke bitch please give me a stack of these cash money like Lil' Weeze Joey got them flockin'
They swinging all on my kneessszzus right in your mouth ho keep talking I got something for your mouth ho
Where's your man I'll show him where his mouth go drop that bitches listen to how the hook go
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Problem]
Damn damn damn Iggy Iggy do you see that ho? that shit that shit that shit can't do that on Problem's stripper pole
They'll try and climb it if the giant little Snicker bar diamonds twinkle twinkle big dipper
To all you little stars it's me problem problem got some fun got some change threw some one's golfer swung clubs and hoes think I'm a put a hole in one for real diamond [?] and brought drugs with me pills and that white girl and I don't mean iggy
I'm on a war path so the thang with me so you beter run son and I don't mean diggy
Iggy I know you just got to this light but that bitch right there so bad you should be bi for one night (at least)
The Last Song lyrics - Iggy Azalea
[Sample from movie "Basquiat"]
All I hear is bitches ain't shit
All men are liars
You can only trust yourself
I know that weed is fire!
It can't last forever
True love died in '96
There is nothing left now
Replace hearts with business
Damn well...
What I'm meaning to seems I,
Think I met someone
But he ain't really my type shiiit
He only 21
His fingers do the talking
Where he's from, will be his coffin
Every time this homeboy drive me 'round think I might die on slauson
But,
I still wanna keep him, cook him breakfast in the mornings
We haven't even kissed yet
But that just make me want him more
Plus he love his mama yep
He a family man
And even though the ratchets love him,
I still think he a gentleman
Oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
And I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Put his fear in his nose
Why he do that? I don't know
I lost a couple friends to that
So I hope he is in control
Every time he swear he gonna stop
But I know that he won't wish
I could be the only angel he need to be strong
This, could be dangerous
Man I got a lot at stake
I ain't even graduate
So I don't have room for mistakes
No oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Yes I am, yes I would.
When? For good? For you? For ever!
All my friends think that I'm crazy
They tell me I could do better
Fuck all that, boo
It's you that I'm trying to get to heaven with
They say that you're a hindrance
But I think that you genuinence
They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!'
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a f...
They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!'
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him!
All I hear is bitches ain't shit
All men are liars
You can only trust yourself
I know that weed is fire!
It can't last forever
True love died in '96
There is nothing left now
Replace hearts with business
Damn well...
What I'm meaning to seems I,
Think I met someone
But he ain't really my type shiiit
He only 21
His fingers do the talking
Where he's from, will be his coffin
Every time this homeboy drive me 'round think I might die on slauson
But,
I still wanna keep him, cook him breakfast in the mornings
We haven't even kissed yet
But that just make me want him more
Plus he love his mama yep
He a family man
And even though the ratchets love him,
I still think he a gentleman
Oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
And I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Put his fear in his nose
Why he do that? I don't know
I lost a couple friends to that
So I hope he is in control
Every time he swear he gonna stop
But I know that he won't wish
I could be the only angel he need to be strong
This, could be dangerous
Man I got a lot at stake
I ain't even graduate
So I don't have room for mistakes
No oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Yes I am, yes I would.
When? For good? For you? For ever!
All my friends think that I'm crazy
They tell me I could do better
Fuck all that, boo
It's you that I'm trying to get to heaven with
They say that you're a hindrance
But I think that you genuinence
They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!'
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a f...
They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em!'
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him!
Cheeks lyrics - Iggy Azalea
So fat it just sit up on my back
Got you begging me to sit it in ya lap
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Cold bottle shape you're up he in my face
The way you make it shake make it more than I can take it
Rude girl running like a race got them gold metal legs and my mind in second place
I wind it up for ya like a coo coo clock
I throw the flat back set and I said woo woo stop
Bend it over to the front
Put your fingers on ya toes
If you got a fat back where you at let me know huh
So fat it just sit up on my back
Got you begging me to sit it in ya lap
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Put her out with it go and touch it but don't put your hands on it
If it's big enough watch me do a dance on it
Got you on a trance on it make bounce 50s hold the dance on it
I said MJ thriller dance flow killer wanna bake this cake gotta add more striller huh
It's talking like dealer iggy igg aka the Balmain g filler
Wanna tell me bout it but they don't hear me though
I let it talk to you but you don't hear me though
Now bend it over to the front
Got ya fingers on ya toes
If you got a fat back where you at lemme know huh
So fat can't you sit up on my back
Got you begging me to sit it in ya lap
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Got you begging me to sit it in ya lap
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Cold bottle shape you're up he in my face
The way you make it shake make it more than I can take it
Rude girl running like a race got them gold metal legs and my mind in second place
I wind it up for ya like a coo coo clock
I throw the flat back set and I said woo woo stop
Bend it over to the front
Put your fingers on ya toes
If you got a fat back where you at let me know huh
So fat it just sit up on my back
Got you begging me to sit it in ya lap
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Put her out with it go and touch it but don't put your hands on it
If it's big enough watch me do a dance on it
Got you on a trance on it make bounce 50s hold the dance on it
I said MJ thriller dance flow killer wanna bake this cake gotta add more striller huh
It's talking like dealer iggy igg aka the Balmain g filler
Wanna tell me bout it but they don't hear me though
I let it talk to you but you don't hear me though
Now bend it over to the front
Got ya fingers on ya toes
If you got a fat back where you at lemme know huh
So fat can't you sit up on my back
Got you begging me to sit it in ya lap
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
D.R.U.G.S lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. YG)
Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire marks
When it really starts I’m a runaway slave-master
Shittin’ on the past gotta spit it like a pastor
After, basher, did like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch go, ’bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too roof top at the wind
When I win, when I win I win, no when I wid ’em they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come through take a pro-to-call
Just damagin’ that’s my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I don’t care who you are
No coming back gotta give it to you raw,
Pitchfork point better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat I’ma sprang my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa’ I’m raw no digga’
what’s my muthafuckin’ name it’s Iggy not Jiggy
Don’t compare me to her, throw the bitch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, could da bitch I’m big,
Sewed the game up stapled up in a stitch
Click-click pow drops game my click,
Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, everybody on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen,
Boss like Cowen?
Hate me, Chordz 3D can’t see me,
Packets better than a H3, I don’t see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on - hater
On these hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz I’m goin’ out with my hand raised
’Bout to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave,
On the bitch May, honey I’m paid, I’ma get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act like ya girl B-real, (ta’sun)
Kinda spaced-out you bitches be duckin’
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest
Unless it’s sex no less, I’ma fuck a hoe game I’m best
With my strap on, my vibrator, ’bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, I’ma feel myself,
I’m a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck me
Now I’m off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper
Wash my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!
When it really starts I’m a runaway slave-master
Shittin’ on the past gotta spit it like a pastor
After, basher, did like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch go, ’bout to blow like the wind
Penthouse too roof top at the wind
When I win, when I win I win, no when I wid ’em they good like shin
Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come through take a pro-to-call
Just damagin’ that’s my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I don’t care who you are
No coming back gotta give it to you raw,
Pitchfork point better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat I’ma sprang my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa’ I’m raw no digga’
what’s my muthafuckin’ name it’s Iggy not Jiggy
Don’t compare me to her, throw the bitch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, could da bitch I’m big,
Sewed the game up stapled up in a stitch
Click-click pow drops game my click,
Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, everybody on it
Everybody want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen,
Boss like Cowen?
Hate me, Chordz 3D can’t see me,
Packets better than a H3, I don’t see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on - hater
On these hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz I’m goin’ out with my hand raised
’Bout to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave,
On the bitch May, honey I’m paid, I’ma get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act like ya girl B-real, (ta’sun)
Kinda spaced-out you bitches be duckin’
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest
Unless it’s sex no less, I’ma fuck a hoe game I’m best
With my strap on, my vibrator, ’bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, I’ma feel myself,
I’m a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck me
Now I’m off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper
Wash my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!
Get Big lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Sick of all the word of mouth, cut the bullshit pull it down
I'm a cold motherfucker, 42 below the ground
You ain't gotta question this, baby take them measurement
Like a Ye dick flick, holy shit my ego big
Hard body bitch, one ton heavy, foreign like ya' whip
Both guns ready, last I checked you ain't' never left the city
So you nothin' like me, I'm from cross the pacific
Shameless from my shit, like a naked mud wrestler
Drive a black and white chevvy, and I call it heavy metal
Got a view like you but I tell you that you special
Dollar bills in my tummy, gettin money on the menu
Oh he put some money in your wallet, change in your pocket
You a simple ass bitch, girl you know you needa stop it
Look trick [x4]
You ain't (you ain't) got, nothin, on me [x2]
Look trick [x4]
I'm a cold motherfucker, 42 below the ground
You ain't gotta question this, baby take them measurement
Like a Ye dick flick, holy shit my ego big
Hard body bitch, one ton heavy, foreign like ya' whip
Both guns ready, last I checked you ain't' never left the city
So you nothin' like me, I'm from cross the pacific
Shameless from my shit, like a naked mud wrestler
Drive a black and white chevvy, and I call it heavy metal
Got a view like you but I tell you that you special
Dollar bills in my tummy, gettin money on the menu
Oh he put some money in your wallet, change in your pocket
You a simple ass bitch, girl you know you needa stop it
Look trick [x4]
You ain't (you ain't) got, nothin, on me [x2]
Look trick [x4]
Go Hard Or Go Home lyrics - Iggy Azalea (with Wiz Khalifa)
[from "Furious 7" soundtrack]
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I feel like the sky is falling down
Ain't nobody here to play around
Push it to the edge, I won't back down
Cause it's time to go hard or go home
One way up, no way out
I give it all, all for the family
We stay up, no bail outs
Give it all, all for the family
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Five, four, three, two, I got one shot
You lose the love and respect, that's where the trust stop
New work, top drop
I roll up every fifteen minutes like a bus stop
And you can smell just how I'm smokin' when I burn out
And you can catch me ridin' dirty, but my car not
It's love and loyalty until my heart lock
Never turn your back, won't know how it turned out
I said it once, I'll do it again
I'm playin' the game, I do it to win
With you and your friend, that's thick and thin
That's me and my team, you know we gon' win
You know we gon' ball, you know we gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
You know we gon' stick to the course, we ain't thinkin' 'bout y'all
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
M-O-N-E-Y, what I go hard for
Swingin' on the green like I'm tryna get a par four
You ain't sittin' at my table, hope you starve
Ho, don't be pushin' my buttons 'less you startin' up my car
Pressure make a diamond, that pressure make me a star
Got a method to my madness, to bring me down by the bar
People always askin' me how I got this far
My response is just to keep it honest and be who you are
Now they call me Mrs. Money like I'm married to the mula
Just to measure my success I need at least a hundred rulers
Glory, hallelujah, I'ma take that ass to church
I'ma finish like I started, Iggy still got that work
[Hook x2]
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
I feel like the sky is falling down
Ain't nobody here to play around
Push it to the edge, I won't back down
Cause it's time to go hard or go home
One way up, no way out
I give it all, all for the family
We stay up, no bail outs
Give it all, all for the family
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Five, four, three, two, I got one shot
You lose the love and respect, that's where the trust stop
New work, top drop
I roll up every fifteen minutes like a bus stop
And you can smell just how I'm smokin' when I burn out
And you can catch me ridin' dirty, but my car not
It's love and loyalty until my heart lock
Never turn your back, won't know how it turned out
I said it once, I'll do it again
I'm playin' the game, I do it to win
With you and your friend, that's thick and thin
That's me and my team, you know we gon' win
You know we gon' ball, you know we gon' ride 'til the wheels fall off
You know we gon' stick to the course, we ain't thinkin' 'bout y'all
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
M-O-N-E-Y, what I go hard for
Swingin' on the green like I'm tryna get a par four
You ain't sittin' at my table, hope you starve
Ho, don't be pushin' my buttons 'less you startin' up my car
Pressure make a diamond, that pressure make me a star
Got a method to my madness, to bring me down by the bar
People always askin' me how I got this far
My response is just to keep it honest and be who you are
Now they call me Mrs. Money like I'm married to the mula
Just to measure my success I need at least a hundred rulers
Glory, hallelujah, I'ma take that ass to church
I'ma finish like I started, Iggy still got that work
[Hook x2]
Hustle Gang lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. T.I. & Chipmunk)
[Intro:]
Yeah, hustle gang nigga
G.D.O.D get dough or die
You ain't got no money nigga, fuck you
[T.I.:]
Let go, hustle gang
Play no fucking games
T.I.P.K.I.N.G you know my fucking name, haha
Haters drop salt when they see the king
Chips they come to london they know how to treat a king
On highways whippin bentleys to the left side
On the eastern hemisphere hollarin west side
All we do is lay low and get high
Pray to the most high, live never let die
I swear I'm super cool, still will set fire
To a nigga then I up and go hop on a red eye
Till I'm dead I'm a live like it's all bad
They say it's all good
Platinum dog tag
Yellow gold rolley
Yellow hoe know me
In beverly hills gettin me and ballin like Kobe, Swish!
Do my dirt all by my lonely get no cody
Shot 'em dead, my bitch went and took the charge for me
In the phantom tell b-o-b hit the garage for me
G.D.O.D Get dough or die answer to God only
[Chipmunk:]
I said rose's just a pussy
Fuck her I'll go in
You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a king
Royalty, hustle gang keep the crown with us
The only queens around here are the girls fucking us
And the haters get skipped,
Double dutch, TIP got us strapped in gear
Press prešs double clutch
Play with the bread, meet a toaster
Need a ghost before I'm ghost
Word to the holy ghost
Yeah, I put my city on the map
Everybody's on the jack spot
On the flat room
Word to the union, everytime we're ruling 'em
Real talk, even pump the pill that keeps a tool with them
Heaven sent me go to hell money
Rolling in the deep still, I need that Adele money
Went to the grammies I need six to keep my rolley all yellow
Just the same as my bitch
North to the south I be in the mix
My location on Twitter should be writing your checks
It's bed time for your career
Pussy lay down
Car full circle of buzz
Cool I spray them rounds
Yeah from LDN to the A town
Time to make the whole world know my name now
[Iggy Azalea:]
Show all them rappers, rip the roof off this mother though
Real bitch so I'm a kill all these pussy hoes
Silly flow, I'm illy my charm hang
Watch it titty boy
I rocks these two chains
You got me so inšane
Double m arrange
Leather seats is cocaine
All them doors go bang
You hoes is down to suffer
Step up, get double trouble
Sent here to fuck the gang
Hold up bitch shovel rubbers
Down the tuddle
Princess cuddle
Rocks like burning rubber
They blind just stand
But listen milf I am a mother fucker
Hustle gang you got it bad and I don't mean no usher
My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me pusha
Your malice, way past average, a bad bitch
Your man texts us like dallas
Be mad at him, I'm amazing
You were simply just an antonym
G.D.O.D bitch it is more than just an acronym
Iggy
You know what it is my nigga
Gdod get dough or die my nigga
Hustle gang Partna
This the king representing one time Partna
T.I.P.K.I.N.G period Partna
I know, yeah
My bitch iggy in this motherfucker representin xxl
Yeah, hustle gang nigga
G.D.O.D get dough or die
You ain't got no money nigga, fuck you
[T.I.:]
Let go, hustle gang
Play no fucking games
T.I.P.K.I.N.G you know my fucking name, haha
Haters drop salt when they see the king
Chips they come to london they know how to treat a king
On highways whippin bentleys to the left side
On the eastern hemisphere hollarin west side
All we do is lay low and get high
Pray to the most high, live never let die
I swear I'm super cool, still will set fire
To a nigga then I up and go hop on a red eye
Till I'm dead I'm a live like it's all bad
They say it's all good
Platinum dog tag
Yellow gold rolley
Yellow hoe know me
In beverly hills gettin me and ballin like Kobe, Swish!
Do my dirt all by my lonely get no cody
Shot 'em dead, my bitch went and took the charge for me
In the phantom tell b-o-b hit the garage for me
G.D.O.D Get dough or die answer to God only
[Chipmunk:]
I said rose's just a pussy
Fuck her I'll go in
You can catch a hollow tip for thinking you're a king
Royalty, hustle gang keep the crown with us
The only queens around here are the girls fucking us
And the haters get skipped,
Double dutch, TIP got us strapped in gear
Press prešs double clutch
Play with the bread, meet a toaster
Need a ghost before I'm ghost
Word to the holy ghost
Yeah, I put my city on the map
Everybody's on the jack spot
On the flat room
Word to the union, everytime we're ruling 'em
Real talk, even pump the pill that keeps a tool with them
Heaven sent me go to hell money
Rolling in the deep still, I need that Adele money
Went to the grammies I need six to keep my rolley all yellow
Just the same as my bitch
North to the south I be in the mix
My location on Twitter should be writing your checks
It's bed time for your career
Pussy lay down
Car full circle of buzz
Cool I spray them rounds
Yeah from LDN to the A town
Time to make the whole world know my name now
[Iggy Azalea:]
Show all them rappers, rip the roof off this mother though
Real bitch so I'm a kill all these pussy hoes
Silly flow, I'm illy my charm hang
Watch it titty boy
I rocks these two chains
You got me so inšane
Double m arrange
Leather seats is cocaine
All them doors go bang
You hoes is down to suffer
Step up, get double trouble
Sent here to fuck the gang
Hold up bitch shovel rubbers
Down the tuddle
Princess cuddle
Rocks like burning rubber
They blind just stand
But listen milf I am a mother fucker
Hustle gang you got it bad and I don't mean no usher
My hustle gang they bring them clips ok excuse me pusha
Your malice, way past average, a bad bitch
Your man texts us like dallas
Be mad at him, I'm amazing
You were simply just an antonym
G.D.O.D bitch it is more than just an acronym
Iggy
You know what it is my nigga
Gdod get dough or die my nigga
Hustle gang Partna
This the king representing one time Partna
T.I.P.K.I.N.G period Partna
I know, yeah
My bitch iggy in this motherfucker representin xxl
Iggy In Moscow lyrics - Iggy Azalea
(Nicki Minaj's "Roman In Moscow" remix)
Listen, I hope you're listening.
Dismissing my opposition.
Good riddance to all you bitches.
I'm finished with all you bitches.
I'm cooking, I said I'm cooking. Fresh out the pot
Now you looking, I got you looking, you want my spot.
I mean its one for the haters,one for the road.
Literally, bitch, I let her go.
You ain't got a name, I Let you go.
Whoop that trick-Hustle Flow.
Do you really, really wanna go?
You take one, shit, I take 40 - Producer O.V.O
Think you know all about me like Wiki, ho?
All you do is Dream like you was Christina Milian.
I'm sorry Nicki but these hoes disrespecting hard.
Had to address the nonsense, here's a postcard.
Smell aroma. I kill these hoes.
At least they'd know their not tricked out.
Put beats in comas. Rhymes so sick. Words [?]
You're defeated before you speak it. Now deleted. End of your plan.
In time you will all see, I'm so fresh man.
Your mouth fronting, hey. It get tackled.
Nagalova, bitch. Second home: The Big Apple
Who want beef, ho? I heard cattle.
Bury bitches in the sand. I'm making sand castles.
Very likely that I'll reach a high, insane.
So I hope you got a rain coat. Ready for this rain.
Hang yourself. Stop. Let me get this cake.
Better luck next time. Oh its my time. You're [?]
And leave, rake, leave- fall
Heel bottoms look like crime scene, ball!
Red bottoms. Fans? Got 'em.
Getting in these bitches ass', yea-sodom
I'm dope as a rapper on a millie.
Bank account in a week, about a million.
George book me for a million shows.
New Classic. Take over. Straight beast mode
Listen, I hope you're listening.
Dismissing my opposition.
Good riddance to all you bitches.
I'm finished with all you bitches.
I'm cooking, I said I'm cooking. Fresh out the pot
Now you looking, I got you looking, you want my spot.
I mean its one for the haters,one for the road.
Literally, bitch, I let her go.
You ain't got a name, I Let you go.
Whoop that trick-Hustle Flow.
Do you really, really wanna go?
You take one, shit, I take 40 - Producer O.V.O
Think you know all about me like Wiki, ho?
All you do is Dream like you was Christina Milian.
I'm sorry Nicki but these hoes disrespecting hard.
Had to address the nonsense, here's a postcard.
Smell aroma. I kill these hoes.
At least they'd know their not tricked out.
Put beats in comas. Rhymes so sick. Words [?]
You're defeated before you speak it. Now deleted. End of your plan.
In time you will all see, I'm so fresh man.
Your mouth fronting, hey. It get tackled.
Nagalova, bitch. Second home: The Big Apple
Who want beef, ho? I heard cattle.
Bury bitches in the sand. I'm making sand castles.
Very likely that I'll reach a high, insane.
So I hope you got a rain coat. Ready for this rain.
Hang yourself. Stop. Let me get this cake.
Better luck next time. Oh its my time. You're [?]
And leave, rake, leave- fall
Heel bottoms look like crime scene, ball!
Red bottoms. Fans? Got 'em.
Getting in these bitches ass', yea-sodom
I'm dope as a rapper on a millie.
Bank account in a week, about a million.
George book me for a million shows.
New Classic. Take over. Straight beast mode
IGGY SZN (Remix) lyrics - Iggy Azalea (feat. Miley Cyrus)
[Miley Cyrus:]
If you came here to have a good time
If you came here to have a good time
(Mike Will Made it)
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
This the one will bring the pretty girls to the floor
Twerk it, drop it, Miley in here
Party turnt up, Miley, Miley in here
And all the pretty girls just wanna have fun
All the pretty girls just wanna have fun
Get it, all the pretty girls just wanna have fun
All the pretty girls just wanna have fun, fun, fun, fun...
[Iggy Azalea:]
Every man needs some Azalea
You want it, you do what I tell ya
You play on my team and get a ring back
You don't, you gon' end up a failure
I look like a fantasy, your wifey mad at me
Just cause hubby is a fan of me you understandin' me? (mm)
So skip the talking baby, we too busy ballin' baby
Pedal to the metal and my engine never stallin' baby
Bitches gon' hate, while the critics critique
I pay they no mind whenever they speak
What they make a year, I can make in a week
I know you can't stand it just get you a seat
See the sky be the limit when you dealin' with me
I'm stuntin' this hard, and I ain't even reached my peak
I just get money to spend it, let the cycle repeat
I'm feeling like I got this world on my feet
Hm, Iggz
Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy Season
Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin'
Everytime I go out everybody wanna show me
I just see a girl in the mirror, told her: "you the reason"
Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season
Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season
I ain't worried 'bout shit, it's Iggy Season
Bad bitches scream YAAAAAASSSSSSSS
It's Iggy Season
[Miley Cyrus:]
If you came here to have a good time
If you came here to have a good time
Turn Up
If you came here to have a good time,
If you came here to have a good time
(Pretty ladies)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
(1 2 3)
If I told you what I'm worth, you would throw up
So have my money on time before I show up
I'm drinking PJ on a PJ in my PJs
Thinking money 25/8, no free days
If your girl dumb body, I recruit them
They ask me who you do it for, me say they youth them
Damn right, I like the life I live
Who else you know that slay like Iggz
You lil'...
Fun, fun, fun, fun...
Get it fun
(One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot)
(One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot)
(One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot)
And all the pretty girls just wanna have fun
All the pretty girls just wanna have fun
Get it, all the pretty girls just wanna have fun
All the pretty girls just wanna have fun
[Iggy Azalea:]
Drop down on 'em, bring 'em back up
Iggy Igg in the building, call for backup
See I don't want nothing but them stacks
So if you see a bad bitch, point her out, where she at doe?
Now clap, clap, clap, clap it on 'em
Now clap, clap, clap, clap it on 'em
So we don't wanna never turn down
So go ahead and get ratchet on
Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy Season
Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin'
Everytime I go out everybody wanna show me
I just see a girl in the mirror, told her: "you the reason"
Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season
Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season
I ain't worried 'bout shit, it's Iggy Season
Bad bitches scream YAAAAAASSSSSSSS
It's Iggy Season
If you came here to have a good time
If you came here to have a good time
(Mike Will Made it)
One shot, two shot, three shot, four
This the one will bring the pretty girls to the floor
Twerk it, drop it, Miley in here
Party turnt up, Miley, Miley in here
And all the pretty girls just wanna have fun
All the pretty girls just wanna have fun
Get it, all the pretty girls just wanna have fun
All the pretty girls just wanna have fun, fun, fun, fun...
[Iggy Azalea:]
Every man needs some Azalea
You want it, you do what I tell ya
You play on my team and get a ring back
You don't, you gon' end up a failure
I look like a fantasy, your wifey mad at me
Just cause hubby is a fan of me you understandin' me? (mm)
So skip the talking baby, we too busy ballin' baby
Pedal to the metal and my engine never stallin' baby
Bitches gon' hate, while the critics critique
I pay they no mind whenever they speak
What they make a year, I can make in a week
I know you can't stand it just get you a seat
See the sky be the limit when you dealin' with me
I'm stuntin' this hard, and I ain't even reached my peak
I just get money to spend it, let the cycle repeat
I'm feeling like I got this world on my feet
Hm, Iggz
Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy Season
Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin'
Everytime I go out everybody wanna show me
I just see a girl in the mirror, told her: "you the reason"
Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season
Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season
I ain't worried 'bout shit, it's Iggy Season
Bad bitches scream YAAAAAASSSSSSSS
It's Iggy Season
[Miley Cyrus:]
If you came here to have a good time
If you came here to have a good time
Turn Up
If you came here to have a good time,
If you came here to have a good time
(Pretty ladies)
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
Mirror, mirror on the wall
Who's the flyest of them all?
(1 2 3)
If I told you what I'm worth, you would throw up
So have my money on time before I show up
I'm drinking PJ on a PJ in my PJs
Thinking money 25/8, no free days
If your girl dumb body, I recruit them
They ask me who you do it for, me say they youth them
Damn right, I like the life I live
Who else you know that slay like Iggz
You lil'...
Fun, fun, fun, fun...
Get it fun
(One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot)
(One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot)
(One shot, two shot, three shot, four shot)
And all the pretty girls just wanna have fun
All the pretty girls just wanna have fun
Get it, all the pretty girls just wanna have fun
All the pretty girls just wanna have fun
[Iggy Azalea:]
Drop down on 'em, bring 'em back up
Iggy Igg in the building, call for backup
See I don't want nothing but them stacks
So if you see a bad bitch, point her out, where she at doe?
Now clap, clap, clap, clap it on 'em
Now clap, clap, clap, clap it on 'em
So we don't wanna never turn down
So go ahead and get ratchet on
Everywhere I go they say it's Iggy Season
Til I get what I want, baby I ain't leavin'
Everytime I go out everybody wanna show me
I just see a girl in the mirror, told her: "you the reason"
Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season
Simmer down bitch, it's Iggy Season
I ain't worried 'bout shit, it's Iggy Season
Bad bitches scream YAAAAAASSSSSSSS
It's Iggy Season
Last Song lyrics - Iggy Azalea
[Sample from movie "Basquiat"]
All I hear is bitches ain't shit
All men are liars
You can only trust yourself
I know that weed is fire!
It can't last forever
True love died in '96
There is nothing left now
Replace hearts with business
Damn well...
What I'm meaning to seems I,
Think I met someone
But he ain't really my type shiiit
He only 21
His fingers do the talking
Where he's from, will be his coffin
Every time this homeboy drive me 'round think I might die on slauson
But,
I still wanna keep him, cook him breakfast in the mornings
We haven't even kissed yet
But that just make me want him more
Plus he love his mama yep
He a family man
And even though the ratchets love him,
I still think he a gentleman
Oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
And I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Put his fear in his nose
Why he do that? I don't know
I lost a couple friends to that
So I hope he is in control
Every time he swear he gonna stop
But I know that he won't wish
I could be the only angel he need to be strong
This, could be dangerous
Man I got a lot at stake
I ain't even graduate
So I don't have room for mistakes
No oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Yes I am, yes I would.
When? For good? For you? For ever!
All my friends think that I'm crazy
They tell me I could do better
Fuck all that, boo
It's you that I'm trying to get to heaven with
They say that you're a hindrance
But I think that you genuinence
They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em! '
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a f...
They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em! '
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him!
All I hear is bitches ain't shit
All men are liars
You can only trust yourself
I know that weed is fire!
It can't last forever
True love died in '96
There is nothing left now
Replace hearts with business
Damn well...
What I'm meaning to seems I,
Think I met someone
But he ain't really my type shiiit
He only 21
His fingers do the talking
Where he's from, will be his coffin
Every time this homeboy drive me 'round think I might die on slauson
But,
I still wanna keep him, cook him breakfast in the mornings
We haven't even kissed yet
But that just make me want him more
Plus he love his mama yep
He a family man
And even though the ratchets love him,
I still think he a gentleman
Oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
And I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Put his fear in his nose
Why he do that? I don't know
I lost a couple friends to that
So I hope he is in control
Every time he swear he gonna stop
But I know that he won't wish
I could be the only angel he need to be strong
This, could be dangerous
Man I got a lot at stake
I ain't even graduate
So I don't have room for mistakes
No oh oh oh
Life's a trip and baby you the plane
I'm just trynna get a seat next to you to stay
Yes I am, yes I would.
When? For good? For you? For ever!
All my friends think that I'm crazy
They tell me I could do better
Fuck all that, boo
It's you that I'm trying to get to heaven with
They say that you're a hindrance
But I think that you genuinence
They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em! '
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a f...
They say he's no item. Please don't like him.
He don't wife 'em, he one nights 'em! '
But I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him
I don't give a fuck if my friends don't like him!
Look At Me Now lyrics - Iggy Azalea
Pocket on loud, bottle full of yes
Little bit of poison, little bit of death
Little bit of ass, and a whole lotta hips
All white all night, I ain't talkin' bout bricks
That ain't cocky, that's confidence
Speak English, what the problem is?
You a 1+1 simple sum'a'bitch
I'm long divis', so hard to get
Just passed go, you a starter kit
You prevalence, can't find like this
Hard to swallow somethin' this sick
Still tryna figure how to market it
I'm a backseat rider, head held higher
Pussy tighter, always flier
Never measure up to a bitch like me, girl
You will never climb a mountain this steep, girl
We different breeds, you imperial, I'm so metric
I'm stuntin' on hoes, far as I know
None of y'all strong enough to carry my load
None of y'all down to go as far as I go
Put the still to your neck and let it unload
Like bam bam bam!
What you do that fo'?
To let you know
Know what?
To get your weight up
Sky high fly, I don't even need your paper
So now you know, to get your weight up
Sky high fly, I don't even need your paper
Little bit of poison, little bit of death
Little bit of ass, and a whole lotta hips
All white all night, I ain't talkin' bout bricks
That ain't cocky, that's confidence
Speak English, what the problem is?
You a 1+1 simple sum'a'bitch
I'm long divis', so hard to get
Just passed go, you a starter kit
You prevalence, can't find like this
Hard to swallow somethin' this sick
Still tryna figure how to market it
I'm a backseat rider, head held higher
Pussy tighter, always flier
Never measure up to a bitch like me, girl
You will never climb a mountain this steep, girl
We different breeds, you imperial, I'm so metric
I'm stuntin' on hoes, far as I know
None of y'all strong enough to carry my load
None of y'all down to go as far as I go
Put the still to your neck and let it unload
Like bam bam bam!
What you do that fo'?
To let you know
Know what?
To get your weight up
Sky high fly, I don't even need your paper
So now you know, to get your weight up
Sky high fly, I don't even need your paper
Whatchu Lookin' At lyrics - Iggy Azalea
[Verse 1]
All this cash, cash, cash, cash, cash
I seen Sean the other day, he said
"Damn I ain't know you had that
Ass, ass, ass!", Ask me no questions
I'm Jolie, when I'm on that beat, I have you gone in 60 seconds
These bitches don't like me, ah. These haters want to fight me, ah
Wake up and get caked up, put these bitches on diets, ah
Polo should have been my logo, with
a jockey around on my coat though
So I got to take 'em back to the drawing board
Cause it's time to make some hits for the mo'mo'
I turn up with my top missing, and
hop out in a New Edition
I'm propane, this Hell's Kitchen
My campfire, these smoke signals
Sold some other shit, get these maggots off me
The best is immaculate, attach it slowly
Broads got at way of acting, they at the Tony's
Fuck you up, then they ask you for alimony, ugh
[Hook]
Should have known a thing
Should have known a thing about me
Well, she don't know that I'm on a roll
With some motherfucking G's, and we long distance
Sipping our biscuits, sipping our tea
We flip them the bird, then let them fly home for free
Watchu lookin' at, Watchu lookin' at
Watchu lookin' at, Watchu lookin' at
[Verse 2]
I'm cooling in Italy
And a man could probably a tee, I'm making a scene
If they rolling the camera's, my candids come with a fee
Excuse my french, I speak deadly,
bread, dough and that cheddy
My pocket's nauseous, these ones is
vomit, I'm throwing up this confetti
Ugh, I'm spazzing out, and yea I'm going for broke
I'ma ride this wave kind of like a tube on the rope
If you don't like it, I give you something to hold
Here's a D from you to me, you can call it my own
Damn Iggy, damn Iggy, why you so illy
Sewed up, really when the pen in the needle, you gon' feel me
I got my fam with me, going H.A.M, in Amsterdam chilling
Take the night off, and with me we
gon' ride off, and we gon' ride off
Watcha lookin at, ugh!
All this cash, cash, cash, cash, cash
I seen Sean the other day, he said
"Damn I ain't know you had that
Ass, ass, ass!", Ask me no questions
I'm Jolie, when I'm on that beat, I have you gone in 60 seconds
These bitches don't like me, ah. These haters want to fight me, ah
Wake up and get caked up, put these bitches on diets, ah
Polo should have been my logo, with
a jockey around on my coat though
So I got to take 'em back to the drawing board
Cause it's time to make some hits for the mo'mo'
I turn up with my top missing, and
hop out in a New Edition
I'm propane, this Hell's Kitchen
My campfire, these smoke signals
Sold some other shit, get these maggots off me
The best is immaculate, attach it slowly
Broads got at way of acting, they at the Tony's
Fuck you up, then they ask you for alimony, ugh
[Hook]
Should have known a thing
Should have known a thing about me
Well, she don't know that I'm on a roll
With some motherfucking G's, and we long distance
Sipping our biscuits, sipping our tea
We flip them the bird, then let them fly home for free
Watchu lookin' at, Watchu lookin' at
Watchu lookin' at, Watchu lookin' at
[Verse 2]
I'm cooling in Italy
And a man could probably a tee, I'm making a scene
If they rolling the camera's, my candids come with a fee
Excuse my french, I speak deadly,
bread, dough and that cheddy
My pocket's nauseous, these ones is
vomit, I'm throwing up this confetti
Ugh, I'm spazzing out, and yea I'm going for broke
I'ma ride this wave kind of like a tube on the rope
If you don't like it, I give you something to hold
Here's a D from you to me, you can call it my own
Damn Iggy, damn Iggy, why you so illy
Sewed up, really when the pen in the needle, you gon' feel me
I got my fam with me, going H.A.M, in Amsterdam chilling
Take the night off, and with me we
gon' ride off, and we gon' ride off
Watcha lookin at, ugh!
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