Artist/Band:
Iggy Azalea
Lyrics for Song: My World
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Iggy Azalea
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad b*tches
DRUGS Gang, I'm in the zone
Aussie ho, I put my Country on
G shit, I'm what you ain't
6'4 dip with candy paint
I get done, what you can't
White b*tch down slugs, and gangstas faint
I shut it down, go and hate
I had enough of these hoes
No time to waste
Amazing grace, embrace the place
You basic b*tch, get out my face
I'm on the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
On the phone closing deals
George tell em next, half a mill
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad b*tches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the b*tches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad b*tches
[x2]
Ugh
Enough of that
Now I'm finna kill this shit
Chordz 3D with another hit
Call me the pound
I'ma kill this b*tch
Pound for pound around town
I'm the illest b*tch
You see me, be the realest b*tch
You high off mines
You snorting shit
Higher than a motherf*cker
Better never been on other rhyme
In the gutter got them saying she the other color
Me and your man, secret agents, we under covers
My team on the scene, stay clean on these other brothers
Talk shit get his nut f*cking nutter butter
Iggy Pop, I'm gone b*tch, burn rubber
Bottles over here, more till I die
Sparkle every bottle, see the glare in my eye
Turned over here, it's the 4th of July
White, Black, Asian, Latin Hoes, Middle Eastern
It's time to show, we run this shit, gotta let them know
Cotton candy, laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P it, overload
[x2]
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad b*tches
[x4]
Ugh, hands in the air
This is for the b*tches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl, team full of bad b*tches
[x2]
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