Iggy Azalea - D.R.U.G.S lyrics

Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire marks When the relay starts Im a runaway slave-master sh**tin on the past gotta spit it like a pastor After, bash her, did it like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster Iggy gotta get a b**h watch for my rapture White b**h go, bout to blow like the wind Penthouse too roof top at the wind When I win, when I win I win, no when I wid em they good like shin Got hoes on call, got hoes on call to come through take a pro-to-call Just damagin thats my protocol Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I dont care who you are No condom rap gotta give it to you raw Pitchfork point better pa** me the joint Gotta twist this beat Ima sprang my joint Straight crack rock, go to the pop-pop Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa Im raw no digga Whats my muthaf**in name its Iggy not Jiggy Dont compare me to her, throw the b*tch in the ditch Ruff ruff ho, k** the b**h I'm vick Sewed the game up stapled up in a stitch Click-click pow D.R.U.G.S. gang, my clique Look at my heels LV on it, ignorant art, everybody on it Everybody want it, 666 got a three car garage driveway be the omen Boss like Cowen? Hate me, Chordz 3D cant see me Pockets better than a H3, I dont see you like mace-me, ugh D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on - hater On these hoes hairs no activator, who*es f** up when he activate-her Cuz Im goin out with my hand raised Bout to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave On the b**h May, honey Im paid, Ima get laid f** yer man cave Ya act like ya girl be real, son Kinda spaced-out you b*tches be duckin Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest Unless its s** no less, Ima f** a ho game Im best With my strap on, my vibrator, bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator Course no, Ima feel myself Im a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-f** me, f** me Now Im off beat, my head hurts, I murk sh**, I gets paper Wash my mouth, I curse like a sailor - b**h!