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prezidential candidates - fancy (remix) lyrics

[verse 1: iggy azalea]
first things first, i’m the realest
drop this and let the whole world feel it
and i’m still in the murda bizness
i can hold you down, like i’m givin’ lessons in physics
you should want a bad b-tch like this
drop it low and pick it up just like this
cup of ace, cup of goose, cup of cris
high heels, somethin’ worth a half a ticket on my wrist
takin’ all the liquor straight, never chase that
rooftop like we bringin’ ’88 back
bring the hooks in, where the b-ss at?
champagne spillin’, you should taste that

[chorus: iggy azalea & prez]
stuntin’, ric flair on yah
my stock high, blow the whole share on yah
aye, gotta know that i’m prepared for yah
tell me how you want it, i could leave it right there for yah
aye, i could leave it right there for yah
tell me how you want it, i could leave it right there for yah
aye, gotta know that i’m prepared for yah
tell me how you want it, i’mma leave it right there for yah

[verse 2: iggy azalea]
i said baby, i do this, i thought that, you knew this
can’t stand no haters and honest, the truth is
and my flow r-t-rded, each beat dear departed
swagger on stupid, i can’t shop at no department
and get my money on time, if it ain’t bout money, decline
and i swear i meant that there so much that i’ll give that line a rewind
so get my money on time, if it ain’t bout money, decline
i just can’t worry ’bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
now tell me, who dat, who dat? that do that, do that?
put that paper over all, i thought you knew that, knew that
i be the i-g-g-y, put my name in bold
i been workin’, i’m up in here with some change to throw

[verse 3: prez]
f-ck nicki, i got iggy
she, mad pretty, a thick-thicky
we gon’ hit the city, probably sydney
that’s in australia
and h-ll yeah, smoke like hippies
fire up the barbie for some coconut shrimpies
while she model for me, the latest trend
a thong bikini, know who the queen be
and the king is i, prez
i can get it so wet, dripping down her legs
she say, “baby, i’ma leave it where you want me to”
i said, “i gotta hit and run baby stick and move, stick and move”
beat the p-ssy like c-ssius clay, now it’s black and blue (haha)
smoking on a bale of hay, p-ss it back to you (uh)

[outro: prez]
stock high, blow the whole share on yah
haha
i’m high, blow the whole thang on yah

- prezidential candidates lyrics

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