Iggy Azalea Lyrics
"OMG"
(feat. Wiz Khalifa)
Got it on smash
Got it on smash
Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp)
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, that bitch ain't even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face
How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play
They taking shots like, Plaxico
I'm riding waves in, Mexico
You bitches gassed like, Texaco
Ain't bout that bag, no hemaphone
Make sure your money match a mouth before you ever talk at me
And if you want me to pull up
Just know I'ma need a feet (yah!)
Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp)
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah)
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah)
Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy
Hit my phone up for quickee, no shake but I'm picky
Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie
Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it
I be rolling tropical weed up
I be on a flight with my feet up
I get on the track and I eat it up
Get her in the bed, I beat it up
Bang, I get the bitch and I change her
Got you bringing weed on the plane
Everywhere, they throwing up gang (hahahaha)
Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (ah, no)
Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap, I ain't picking up, picking up (brrp)
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah)
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah)
Oh My God
Biggest bitch ever!
Nyashinski "Hayawani" Kabla Swala ukamilishe Mama Tafadhali Mola mwambie Milele anichunge mi nisije zama Mashetani yasinivamie Chuki,wivu tunakutesa Linda kwako usiwaskie Kwa nini hatuwezi sote kupenda Oii wenzangu acha niwaambie Labda si sote wendawazimu! Labda laana yetu pesa Kesho ukipoteza kila kitu Dunia nzima itakucheka Wanaomba ntiliwe chai yangu sumu Wabaki hao ndio kusema Kesho wapigie demu wangu simu Asahau alivyonipenda! Oooh na mahayawani Hayayayaya Hayawani hawa wana si watu hawa Hayayayaya Binadamu kageuka mnyama! Hayawani hayawani hayawani Hayawani, hayawani hayayayaya Hayawani hayawani hayawani Hayawani, hayawani hayayayaya Tunaongezea nini bidii? Na roho ya mwanadamu haitosheki aki Sorry if I never made u happy I can't be there for everybody It's easy to see Wengi huishi kutafuta kasoro kwako Why man so money minded You wanna take from everyone Man eat man society Huoni haya kuvunja familia Hamna utu ni kujifikiria...
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