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آلبوم جدید Iggy Azalea به نام Survive The Summer

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Survive The Summer-Iggy Azalea

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1.Survive The Summer

Survive The Summer Lyrics

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]

Uh, she’s salty, I satay the bitch, Alaïa jacket and I slay the bitch
Big body on display and shit, this is just another day and shit
Was down for love, I got played and shit, cameras flashing down, play the dick
I would never ever claim your dick, in interviews, I’m like who is this
Bitches tryna put a end to me, producers still sending beats
I send it back in like a day or so, you bitches writing slow like centipedes
My crib got amenities, I just bought a T-Rex tooth
‘Cause I’m tryna stunt on Mr. Flintstone, one look and your bitch gone
Turn a T-Rex tooth to a chain, shit cost more than your Range
I’m a diamond in the rough, fancy diamonds by the way
I been making moves, been writing rhymes, been stacking commas
But you? Hold up, bitch, can you survive the summer

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Woah, uh
You won’t survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won’t survive the summer, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can’t stay alive much longer, look, look
You won’t survive the summer

[Refrain: Alejandra Hernandez]

Ummm, I just wanna get on my Ferrari and drive real slow, so everyone can see my face

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]

I know you bitches gon’ hate this shit
Get the fuck up out my way and shit, give ’em hell 365
You would think I’m ’bout to bake a bitch, summer’s over, it’s a cold front
Tryna stop me is a witch hunt, lemme’ drop a lil’ wisdom
Crack kills, you a victim, you a victim, you a victim
If I don’t like it then, I switch (uh), label tripping so I switch (uh)
Which one? Which one? Bring the bag and it’s done

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Woah, uh
You won’t survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won’t survive the summer, yeah, yeah, uh
Can’t stay alive much longer, look, look
You won’t survive the summer

[Bridge: Iggy Azalea]

Hold up bitch (hold up bitch), I think you’re moving too fast (fast)
Money spent (money spent), ain’t even counting the cash (cash)
Hold up bitch (hold up bitch), I think you’re moving too fast (fast)
Money spent (money spent), ain’t even counting the cash (cash)
Trust me it ain’t gonna last, it ain’t gonna last, it ain’t gonna last
You’re ’bout to fall on your ass

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Look, you won’t survive the summer
You won’t survive the summer, damn, uh
They ain’t getting dumber and dumber (dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber)
Shit, you won’t survive the summer

[Outro: Alejandra Hernandez]

I know these Chanel shoes are ugly but
That’s your rent, bitch

2.Tokyo Snow Trip

Tokyo Snow Trip Lyrics

[Intro]

Rose from, rose from

[Bridge]

Rose from the cracks with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffel bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m totin

[Pre-Chorus]

Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus)
My dope, the dopest
Fall asleep with the stove lit
Ho-hocus Pocus

[Chorus]

Pinocchio nose drip, Tokyo snow trip
Wake up in Mexico, buenas noches (noches)
Ya bae got no chest (no chest)
Hit the gym, make that ass stretch
Fuck me in the Ghost, that’s slow sex

[Post-Chorus]

Ay
Fuck me in the Rolls, get the Rolex
Tell ya chick don’t approach us
My bitches will chase ya like Moët mimosas

[Bridge]

Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m talkin’
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m totin

[Pre-Chorus]

Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus)
My dope, the dopest
Fall asleep with the stove lit
Ho-hocus Pocus

[Chorus]

Pinocchio nose drip, Tokyo snow trip
Wake up in Mexico, Buenas Noches (noches)
Ya bae got no chest (no chest)
Hit the gym, make that ass stretch
Fuck me in the Ghost, that’s slow sex

[Post-Chorus]

Ay
Fuck me in the Rolls, get the Rolex
Tell ya chick don’t approach us
My bitches they chase ya like Moët mimosas

[Bridge]

Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m talkin
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m totin

[Outro]

Bitch, you know what I’m totin

3.Kream

Kream Lyrics

[Intro]

First you get the money
Then you get the power
Respect
Hoes come last
Oh my God, Ronny

[Chorus: Tyga & Iggy Azalea]

Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
(Kash rules everything around me)

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea & Tyga]

Uh, open up the safe, bitches got a lot to say (raw)
Pussy in your face, that’ll put you in your place (boom)
7 letters on the plate, fuck you when I brake (bitch)
I got cars, I got bags, I got real estate (cash rules)
Foreplay, I ain’t come to play (huh)
I got big fish money, he gon’ bite the bait (yeah)
Can you drop it down, make that ass talk to me
Keep that energy, gone off the Hennessy
Ass, I need my bag quickly
Separate 6 degrees, bitches think they knowin’ me
Sex Pistols, Sid Vicious, wet you when it’s horny
Hit me on my cash app, check it in the morning
Cash, in this bitch shinin
Dressed in designer, she could get grimey
And it’s perfect timing, gin with the tonic
Bella Hadid, homie could get it

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Ass
Cash, cash
Ass, bags
Bag
Kash rules everything around me

[Chorus: Tyga & Iggy Azalea]

Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Kash rules everything around me

[Verse 2: Tyga]

(Uhuh) Ass rules everything around me
Deep in that pussy, ya I’m drowning
A shark in the water, how you found me
Best get from ’round me (I’ma dog)
I go hunting like a bounty (woof)
(Cash rules) Ya, make my own rules
Tattoos on that ass, she do night school
Welcome to the players club, Ice Cube
Diamonds might make the news (uh)
Bitch that’s photoshop like rappers with that autotune (cash, uh)
Uh, your cheques is not approved
RM 52, anoscope, water proof
Niggas talk a lot of boof, ’til they outside the booth
My niggas like golden state, inbound, pull up and shoot (swish)

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Cash
Cash, ass
Ass, bags
Bag
Kash rules everything around me

[Chorus: Tyga & Iggy Azalea]

Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Kash rules everything around me

[Outro: Iggy Azalea]

Ass rules everything around me
Deep in that pussy, got him drowning
Kash rules everything around me
A shark in the water, how you found me
Cash rules (Get the money)
Cash rules (Dollar dollar bill y’all)

4.Hey Iggy

Hey Iggy Lyrics

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]

Baddest white bitch in the club
Hot boys on my dick in the club
Tell ’em chill out, super thick in the club
This my new shit, play this in the club (Hey, Iggy)
Pretty squad women make a minute man bust like a semi (rrah)
Hit me late night like Jimmy
If I give it to him once, he gon’ chase me ’round the city like (Hey, Iggy)
Where you get that ass
What’s the number to your doctor ’cause bitch you bad
Nosy hoes askin’ ’bout my brand new nose
But my bank account, got some brand new Os
(Oh, ha! Got ’em!) (Hey, Iggy)
Heard he got that work, wanna be my assistant
He love the white chocolate, I’m thicker than a snicker
Thicker than a stripper, if she clap it, I’mma tip her (Hey, Iggy)

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Where you get that ass
Lil-lil waist, brand new bag
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

I say hey, Iggy, you’re so fine
You’re so fine, you blow my mind
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)
I say hey, Iggy, you’re so fine
You’re so fine, you blow my mind
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]

Baddest white bitch in the game
I could make Future put down the drink
From trappin’ in Miami, nominations at the Grammys
Haters can’t stand me, but they love me at the bank (Hey, Iggy)
You want that in all hunnids
It really turn me on seein’ bitches gettin’ money
It really turn me off seein’ boys actin’ thirsty
Told them I’d be bad and I curved him (Hey, Iggy)
Where you get that ass
Feeling on my booty while I fill my glass
This’s what you want, what you need, huh
For the dope boys doublin’ their re-up
For the hot girls pullin’ at their G-Strings
You’re gon’ give it to them soon as you leave, huh? (Leave, huh?) (Hey, Iggy)
Why they hate Iggy
While you was on a diet, your girl made millies
Fuck beef, I got more at stake than Philly (Hey, Iggy)

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Where you get that ass
Lil-lil waist, brand new bag
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

I say hey, Iggy, you’re so fine
You’re so fine, you blow my mind
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)

[Outro: Iggy Azalea]

Baddest white bitch in the game
I could make Future put down the drink
Baddest white bitch in the club
Hot boys on my dick in the club
(Hey, Iggy)
(Hey, Iggy)

5.Kawasaki

Kawasaki Lyrics

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

They tellin’ me be humble but they know I’m cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I’m cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I’m sippin’ sake, I’mma roll like Gotti
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]

Ah, I’m going live, sit down and watch me
You’re rocking Jordans but you’re Dennis Rodman
I used to get the chicken fingers but now I get the lobster
Or I get the poster, yeah, all my bitches mobbin
Halloween teen, fame turned me to a monster
I make him fight for the pussy, I’m Ronda Rousey
Playin’ hard to get, ring around the rosey
If we’re lock in, keep it low key, shit, I’m going live
The block is hot, bitch go inside
Barry Sanders tryna juke the truth, he know you lyin
She poppin’ pussy, pussy swollen, pop a Motrin now
I can take my jewelry off, to be the golden child
I’m going live, she just wanna watch
She with you ’cause you’re rich, she just wants a watch

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin’ (huh!)

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

They tellin’ me be humble but they know I’m cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I’m cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I’m sippin’ sake, I’mma roll like Gotti
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]

Ah, I’m going live, close your eyes, open wide
I could act like I’m humble but you know I’m not
You mean to act like I don’t know when I know I’m hot
Ex shot by my shiplock, woah
He wanna rock to my tempo
I’m in the endzone, he in the friendzone
If you really on, where you team at? Put them on
Lookin’ in the mirror, only bitch I depend on
Ah, I’m going live, sit down and watch me
See my ass tan, I was in the tropics
‘Bout to catch a flight just to go shoppin
This a 1 of 1, what you know about it
Big amounts, big time accountants
I can only vouch for my accountant
And who I hold it down with

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

They tellin’ me be humble but they know I’m cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I’m cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie, ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I’m sippin’ sake, I’mma roll like Gotti
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby
He wanna pop a wheelie

[Outro: Iggy Azalea]

Ride him like a Kawasaki
Kawasaki, Kawasaki, Kawasaki

6.OMG

OMG Lyrics

[Intro: Smash David]

Got it on smash
Got it on smash

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain’t rich enough, rich enough
Calls need to stop he ain’t callin’ ’bout the guap, I ain’t pickin’ up, pickin’ up
Y’all little hoes can’t sit by the pool, you ain’t thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Oh my God, this shit different
Oh my God, Gucci slippers
Oh my God, my wrist vicious
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings
Oh my God, this shit different
Oh my God, Gucci slippers
Oh my God, my wrist vicious
Oh my God, might hurt yo’ feelings

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]

He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, that bitch ain’t even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face
How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play
They takin’ shots like Plaxico, I’m ridin’ waves in Mexico
You bitches gassed like Texaco, ain’t bout that bag don’t hit my phone
Make sure your money match your mouth before you ever talk ’bout me
And if you want me to pull up, just know I’ma need a fee

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain’t rich enough, rich enough
Calls need to stop he ain’t callin’ ’bout the guap, I ain’t pickin’ up, pickin’ up
Y’all little hoes can’t sit by the pool, you ain’t thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Wiz Khalifa]

Oh my God, this shit different
Oh my God, Gucci slippers
Oh my God, my wrist vicious
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings
Oh my God, this shit different
Oh my God, Gucci slippers
Oh my God, my wrist vicious
Oh my God, might hurt yo’ feelings

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]

Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy
Hit my phone up for quickee, no shade but I’m picky
Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie
Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it
I be rollin’ tropical weed up
I be on a flight with my feet up
I get on the track and I eat it up
Get her in the bed, I beat it up
Bang, I get the bitch and I change her
Got you bringin’ weed on the plane
Everywhere, they throw it up gang (hahahaha)

[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]

Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain’t rich enough, rich enough (ah, no)
Calls need to stop he ain’t callin’ ’bout the guap, I ain’t pickin’ up, pickin’ up (brrp)
Y’all little hoes can’t sit by the pool, you ain’t thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up

[Chorus: Iggy Azalea] Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh my God, this shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo’ feelings (yah)

[Outro: Alejandra Hernandez]

Oh my God
Biggest bitch ever

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