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Lyricist: Iggy Azalea
Lyrics:
Scalez, that's a Scalez track Ayy, tell 'em run it back AJ ruin everything, he in here Paid for this body and none of it's cheap I heard your song, now I'm goin' to sleep Boys in my yard, but this ain't from Kelis Look at my cars you, see nothin' on lease Look-look, I'm showin' my cards how I play with a King Heard they was sleepin', I'm breakin' the dream Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme Superstar status, I stay in the Hills Light hundred thousand to play in some heels Festival season, I'm out in Brazil See that I'm hot and I ain't got no chill, uh (uh), yeah (yeah) Mercedes the Benz and I park on the curb Your man wanna pitch, but I'm tossin' a curve The way that I live, you might call it absurd I got it, all I got is these racks in my pocket Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin' erotic Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic And still, I got it, hands all over my body Hands all up in his wallet Baddest b- up in the party For real, I got it, all I got is these racks in my pocket Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin' erotic Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic And still, I got it, hands all over my body Hands all up in his wallet Baddest b- up in the party I'm showin' my cards how I play with a King Heard they was sleepin', I'm breakin' the dream Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme Superstar status, I stay in the Hills Light hundred thousand to play in some heels Festival season, I'm out in Brazil Festival season, I'm out in Brazil I'm a fantasy, you a tragedy And I'm rich, that's some sh-that you will never be This a movie, I'm somethin' they wanna see Had a baby, bounced back like I'm 23 I had millions and millions at 23 Think it's funny that someone could f- with me Talkin' down the whole time they look up to me Y'all my children, I skipped out on custody Take my time, ain't no rushin' me, haters in love with me Faces is ugly, b- is mad I worked at a store, I still get to the bag A cover star magazine, look at my a- ooh (look at my, look at my) I'm the front page, take a shot, wait, it's a pump fake Checkers or chess? Don't play with the best or, b-, you end up a mess (uh) I got it, all I got is these racks in my pocket Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin' erotic Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic And still, I got it, hands all over my body Hands all up in his wallet Baddest b- up in the party For real, I got it, all I got is these racks in my pocket Stick my tongue out, I'm feelin' erotic Hear my accent, he think I'm exotic And still, I got it, hands all over my body Hands all up in his wallet Baddest b- up in the party I'm showin' my cards how I play with a King Heard they was sleepin', I'm breakin' the dream Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme Superstar status, I stay in the Hills Light hundred thousand to play in some heels Festival season, I'm out in Brazil Festival season, I'm out in Brazil I got it I got it I got it Festival season, I'm out in Brazil Brazil Out in Brazil I got it Festival season, I'm out in Brazil
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