Iggy Azalea
Yo El Ray
Four scoreLotta years agoFine aussie lady had a bad bitchAnd she grew to be meFuck a dime, I’m a dollarKatsuya lunchBitch dine at KitanaRattle, Dolce and GabannaDiapers killin' your expensesBottle’s Hermes, bitchIf I burp that spit expensiveWrong, kill a bitch with the heelsD.O.A when I step for realzIll, rap a ho in holeThis ain’t whole, ot’s just a drillI’m on the starsI’m gone no more more waitinI know shit ain’t fairNo chocolate baconRaping bars, I knowThrow that bitch in jailGive a ho that LBout to roll that L. Thomas WestlyIggy swelllPockets swell, overweightBank obese, plenty cakeLetras de cancionesI’m a grind till I eraseDecent work for decent payHe might just beats, no, not DreI need that love like Christian GreyTrapGold Queen, you hoes in a cornerJet, jet, mansion, in that order, yesFuck it, Diplo, I need moreDon’t need no drankDon’t need no smokeReal white girl, I am the cokeI hang with white bitchesI roll with black bitchesI got them asians and them latinsIn the trap bitchesOh yeah, you rap bitches?This shit a wrap bitchesMy name be climbing up them polesMake it clap bitchesThought I was gone?I’m here for ten mo'It’s pronunced “Iggy”, bitchAnd he is Diplo
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