Iggy Azalea My World Lyrics
My World by Iggy Azalea
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl team full of bad bitches
D.R.U.G.S. gang, I'm in the zone
Aussie hoe put my country on
G shit, I'm what you ain't
Six four dip with the candy paint
I get done, what you can't
White bitch on Slauson, gangstas faint
Shut it down, go and hate
had enough of these hoes, no time to waste
Amazing grace, embrace the place
Basic bitch, get out my face
I'm on the phone closing deals
D.R.U.G.S. tell 'em next: half a mil'
On the phone, closing deals
D.R.U.G.S. tell 'em next: half a mil'
(Pre-chorus)
Cotton candy laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P. overload
(Hook)
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl team full of bad bitches
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl team full of bad bitches
Uh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl team full of bad bitches
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl team full of bad bitches
(Verse 2)
Uh
Enough of that now, I'm finna kill this shit
Chordz 3D with another hit
Call me the pound I'ma kill this bitch
Pound for pound around town, I'm the illest bitch
You see me, be the realest bitch
You high off lines, you snorting shit
Higher than a mother fucker, better never been no other
Rhyme in the gutter, got them saying she the other colour
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 fucking nutter butter
Iggy Pop, I'm gone bitch, burn rubber
Bottles over here, more 'til I die
Sparkle every bottle, see the glare in my eye
Turned over here, it's the fourth of July
White, black, Asian, Latin hoes
Middle-Eastern, it's time to show
We run this shit, gotta let 'em know
White girl team full of bad bitches
D.R.U.G.S. gang, I'm in the zone
Aussie hoe put my country on
G shit, I'm what you ain't
Six four dip with the candy paint
I get done, what you can't
White bitch on Slauson, gangstas faint
Shut it down, go and hate
had enough of these hoes, no time to waste
Amazing grace, embrace the place
Basic bitch, get out my face
I'm on the phone closing deals
D.R.U.G.S. tell 'em next: half a mil'
On the phone, closing deals
D.R.U.G.S. tell 'em next: half a mil'
(Pre-chorus)
Cotton candy laced in gold
Stack that money, sushi roll
Bottles up, feeling throw'd
V.I.P. overload
(Hook)
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl team full of bad bitches
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl team full of bad bitches
Uh, hands in the air
This is for the bitches getting money up in here
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl team full of bad bitches
My world, rhyme vicious
White girl team full of bad bitches
(Verse 2)
Uh
Enough of that now, I'm finna kill this shit
Chordz 3D with another hit
Call me the pound I'ma kill this bitch
Pound for pound around town, I'm the illest bitch
You see me, be the realest bitch
You high off lines, you snorting shit
Higher than a mother fucker, better never been no other
Rhyme in the gutter, got them saying she the other colour
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 fucking nutter butter
Iggy Pop, I'm gone bitch, burn rubber
Bottles over here, more 'til I die
Sparkle every bottle, see the glare in my eye
Turned over here, it's the fourth of July
White, black, Asian, Latin hoes
Middle-Eastern, it's time to show
We run this shit, gotta let 'em know