Iggy Azalea - Yo El Ray lyrics

Four score Lotta years ago Fine aussie lady had a bad b**h And she grew to be me f** a dime, I’m a dollar Katsuya lunch b**h dine at Kitana Rattle, Dolce and Gabanna Diapers k**in' your expenses Bottle’s Hermes, b**h If I burp that spit expensive Wrong, k** a b**h with the heels D.O.A when I step for realz Ill, rap a ho in hole This ain’t whole, ot’s just a drill I’m on the stars I’m gone no more more waitin I know sh** ain’t fair No chocolate bacon Raping bars, I know Throw that b**h in jail Give a ho that L Bout to roll that L. Thomas Westly Iggy swelll Pockets swell, overweight Bank obese, plenty cake I’m a grind till I erase Decent work for decent pay He might just beats, no, not Dre I need that love like Christian Grey TrapGold Queen, you hoes in a corner Jet, jet, mansion, in that order, yes f** it, Diplo, I need more Don’t need no drank Don’t need no smoke Real white girl, I am the coke I hang with white b**hes I roll with black b**hes I got them asians and them latins In the trap b**hes Oh yeah, you rap b**hes? This sh** a wrap b**hes My name be climbing up them poles Make it clap b**hes Thought I was gone? I’m here for ten mo' It’s pronunced “Iggy”, b**h And he is Diplo