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iggy azalea - yo el ray lyrics

four score
lotta years ago
fine aussie lady had a bad b-tch
and she grew to be me
f-ck a dime, i’m a dollar
katsuya lunch
b-tch dine at kitana
rattle, dolce and gabanna
diapers k!llin’ your expenses
bottle’s hermes, b-tch
if i burp that spit expensive
wrong, k!ll a b-tch with the heels
d.o.a when i step for realz
ill, rap a ho in hole
this ain’t whole, it’s just a drill
i’m on the stars
i’m gone no more more waitin
i know sh-t ain’t fair
no chocolate bacon
raping bars, i know
throw that b-tch 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
f-ck it, diplo, i need more
don’t need no drank
don’t need no smoke
real white girl, i am the c0ke
i hang with white b-tches
i roll with black b-tches
i got them asians and them latins
in the trap b-tches
oh yeah, you rap b-tches?
this sh-t a wrap b-tches
my name be climbing up them poles
make it clap b-tches
thought i was done?
i’m here for ten mo’
it’s pr-nunced “iggy”, b-tch
and he is diplo

- iggy azalea lyrics

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