Pocket on loud, bottle full of yes
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Little bit of poison, little bit of death
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Little bit of ass, and a whole lotta hips
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All white all night, I ain't talkin' bout bricks
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That ain't cocky, that's confidence
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Speak English, what the problem is?
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You a 1+1 simple sum'a'bitch
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I'm long divis', so hard to get
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Just passed go, you a starter kit
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You prevalence, can't find like this
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Hard to swallow somethin' this sick
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Still tryna figure how to market it
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I'm a backseat rider, head held higher
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Pussy tighter, always flier
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Never measure up to a bitch like me, girl
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You will never climb a mountain this steep, girl
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We different breeds, you imperial, I'm so metric
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I'm stuntin' on hoes, far as I know
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None of y'all strong enough to carry my load
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None of y'all down to go as far as I go
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Put the still to your neck and let it unload
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Like bam bam bam!
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What you do that fo'?
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To let you know
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Know what?
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To get your weight up
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Sky high fly, I don't even need your paper
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So now you know, to get your weight up
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Sky high fly, I don't even need your paper
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Look At Me Now
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| Iggy Azalea |
