Lyrics Iggy Azalea

Iggy Azalea

Yo El Ray

Four score

Lotta years ago

Fine aussie lady had a bad bitch

And she grew to be me

Fuck a dime, I’m a dollar

Katsuya lunch

Bitch dine at Kitana

Rattle, Dolce and Gabanna

Diapers killin' your expenses

Bottle’s Hermes, bitch

If I burp that spit expensive

Wrong, kill a bitch with the heels

D.O.A when I step for realz

Ill, rap a ho in hole

This ain’t whole, ot’s just a drill

I’m on the stars

I’m gone no more more waitin

I know shit ain’t fair

No chocolate bacon

Raping bars, I know

Throw that bitch in jail

Give a ho that L

Bout to roll that L. Thomas Westly

Iggy swelll

Pockets swell, overweight

Bank obese, plenty cake

I’m a grind till I erase

Decent work for decent pay

He might just beats, no, not Dre

I need that love like Christian Grey

TrapGold Queen, you hoes in a corner

Jet, jet, mansion, in that order, yes

Fuck it, Diplo, I need more

Don’t need no drank

Don’t need no smoke

Real white girl, I am the coke

I hang with white bitches

I roll with black bitches

I got them asians and them latins

In the trap bitches

Oh yeah, you rap bitches?

This shit a wrap bitches

My name be climbing up them poles

Make it clap bitches

Thought I was gone?

I’m here for ten mo'

It’s pronunced “Iggy”, bitch

And he is Diplo