Iggy Azalea

[fox69]

"Can't Lose"
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)

"Can't Lose"
(feat. Lil Uzi Vert)



[Lil Uzi Vert & Iggy Azalea:]
I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
Yeah my car got no roof, yeah
All that friendship be killin' my mood
I am a winner, can't lose
Yeah, hey
I am a winner, can't lose
Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I am not worried 'bout you
Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'
Money stuffed inside the linen
Disrespect from the beginnin'
And I hope that you offended
Yeah, hey
Yeah I really cannot lose
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah

[Iggy Azalea:]
Dat way
You ain't talkin' 'bout the money? Go that way
If you late with the check, I need that cake
All these diamonds on my neck, I feel fancy
Strange on the cover of the front page, lookin' bomb, ayy
Yeah I got a couple houses and they all paid
Now I don't need a stylist, I'm rockin' Balmain
And I'm countin' up the commas every time the phone ring

Hollup, stick
Pull up in the Jeep with the kick (woo)
Got new feet on the bitch (woo)
Lookin' like a check 'cause I'm rich (rich)
Hollup, stick
Pull up in the Jeep with the kick (woo)
Got new feet on the bitch (woo)
Lookin' like a check 'cause I'm rich (rich)

Champion, they try to play up
You couldn't never ever play up
Trust me, we don't need no favors
And we got that paper way up

[Lil Uzi Vert & Iggy Azalea:]
I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
Yeah my car got no roof, yeah
All that friendship be killin' my mood
I am a winner, can't lose
Yeah, hey
I am a winner, can't lose
Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I am not worried 'bout you
Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'
Money stuffed inside the linen
Disrespect from the beginnin'
And I hope that you offended
Yeah, hey
Yeah I really cannot lose
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah

[Iggy Azalea:]
I just did a show, a couple million
Fuck opinions, yeah, fuck your feelings
Bitch I'm all about the better livin'
You ain't even got a pot to piss in
I just rounded up another digit
Mathematics with the honor roll
Leprechaun with that pot of gold
Bet you wanna taste the rainbow
Really, I'm a fan favorite
Really I'm your man's favorite
Always been above basic
Always been above the fake shit
Wax on, wax off (woo)
Karate chop with the sauce (woo)
Never worried 'bout the cost (what?)
I just get it like a boss, dat way

Champion, they try to play up
You couldn't never ever play up
Trust me, we don't need no favors
And we got that paper way up

[Lil Uzi Vert & Iggy Azalea:]
I might pull up in the coupe, yeah
Yeah my car got no roof, yeah
All that friendship be killin' my mood
I am a winner, can't lose
Yeah, hey
I am a winner, can't lose
Keep on winnin', I can't lose, yeah
I am not worried 'bout you
Winnin', winnin', winnin', winnin'
Money stuffed inside the linen
Disrespect from the beginnin'
And I hope that you offended
Yeah, hey
Yeah I really cannot lose
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah
I am a winner, can't lose, yeah

 

[fox69]

"Change Your Life"
(feat. T.I.)

"Change Your Life"
(feat. T.I.)



[Hook 4x:]
Imma change your life, Imma change it
Imma change your life (life)

[T.I.:]
Yo, Hustle Gang homey, real talk, no bullshit

[Verse 1 — Iggy Azalea:]
You used to dealing with basic bitches
Basic shit all the time
I'm a new classic, upgrade your status
From a standby to a frequent flyer
Pop out your past life, and I'll renovate your future
Then I integrate my genius shit we purchasin' not perusing,
Yeah, I love your hustle, baby
Just let me add a little bit of muscle, baby

Joint venture, we'll partner up until the shares are up
And I'll up your wages on a private island, dolo
One across the Cono
Them broads before me was locals,
Through customs accustom your wardrobe, damn

Stamped passports where they all pass ports 'til the clocks fast forward
Then we got blue shores where they don't do chores, we just get chauffeured

Damn, this is the life
Exclusive shit with all access granted
In the country where the accents are grand,
And they landing on top of foreign mansions

[Hook 4x:]
Imma change your life, Imma change it
Imma change your life (life)

[Verse 2 — T.I.:]
If you could listen more than you speak
I get you everything that you need
I'm talking 'bout red bottoms LV
Even extensions plugs in your weave
I be blowing on strong weed when we ride
And everybody just lookin'
But ain't no nigga gon' holla
They like nah shawty she tooken
Ima get you up out that coffee shop
Pick you up and leave you marked where you wanna shop,
And let me show you that watch you supposed to wear
Get up out that Honda Civic and get your ass in here
Tell your mom and dad you're straight,
Don't worry 'bout it you got it
You fly over in coach and fly back in a jet
Hustle gang got your chest,
Ain't no time for stress

[Iggy Azalea:]
We spend our Winters in the Summer of Australia
Eating crumpets with the sailors
On acres without the neighbors
We fast-forward four years more
We long way from piss-poor,
And all the shit that we endure
I told you what you was in for so

[Hook 4x:]
Imma change your life, Imma change it
Imma change your life (life)

Once you go great, you never go good
You never go back, even if you could
I'll show you my way, I got that good-good
You never go back, even if you could

Have you ever wished your life would change?
Woke up and you lived your dreams
Baby I could help you make that change
I could show you how to do this thing

Have you ever wished your life would change?
Woke up and you lived your dreams
Baby I could help you make that change
I can show ya, show ya (show ya, show ya...)

[Hook 4x]

Once you go great, you never go good
You never go back, even if you could
I'll show you my way, I got that good-good
You never go back, even if you could

[Outro:]
Once you go great, you never go good
Imma change your life, Imma change it
Imma change your life (life)
I'll show you my way, I got that good-good
Imma change your life, Imma change it
Imma change your life (life)

 

[fox69]

"Cheeks"

"Cheeks"


So fat it just sit up on my back
Got you begging me to sit it in ya lap
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?

Cold bottle shape you're up he in my face
The way you make it shake make it more than I can take it
Rude girl running like a race got them gold metal legs and my mind in second place
I wind it up for ya like a coo coo clock
I throw the flat back set and I said woo woo stop

Bend it over to the front
Put your fingers on ya toes
If you got a fat back where you at let me know huh

So fat it just sit up on my back
Got you begging me to sit it in ya lap
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?

Put her out with it go and touch it but don't put your hands on it
If it's big enough watch me do a dance on it
Got you on a trance on it make bounce 50s hold the dance on it
I said MJ thriller dance flow killer wanna bake this cake gotta add more striller huh
It's talking like dealer iggy igg aka the Balmain g filler
Wanna tell me bout it but they don't hear me though
I let it talk to you but you don't hear me though

Now bend it over to the front
Got ya fingers on ya toes
If you got a fat back where you at lemme know huh

So fat can't you sit up on my back
Got you begging me to sit it in ya lap
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?
Make em holler uncle when it clap
All them girls with the cheeks where you at?

 

[fox69]

"D.R.U.G.S"
(feat. YG)

"D.R.U.G.S"
(feat. YG)



Tire marks, tire marks, finish line with the fire marks
When it really starts I’m a runaway slave-master
Shittin’ on the past gotta spit it like a pastor
After, basher, did like doe like dasher, faster-motorbike faster
Iggy gotta get a bitch watch for my rapture
White bitch 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’ that’s my protocol
Dismantle ya, Australians on Slauson, no camera, I don’t care who you are
No coming back gotta give it to you raw,
Pitchfork point better pass me the joint
Gotta twist this beat I’ma sprang my joint
Straight crack rock, go to the pop-pop
Pumo jiggy rap city, no tiggy - yeah shorty do illa’ I’m raw no digga’
what’s my muthafuckin’ name it’s Iggy not Jiggy
Don’t compare me to her, throw the bitch in the ditch
Ruff ruff ho, could da bitch I’m big,
Sewed the game up stapled up in a stitch
Click-click pow drops game my click,
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 can’t see me,
Packets better than a H3, I don’t see you like mace-me, ugh
D.R.U.G.S - click oh and we on - hater
On these hoes hairs no activator, whores fuck up when he activate-her
Cuz I’m goin’ out with my hand raised
’Bout to smack, smack, smack till my hand cave,
On the bitch May, honey I’m paid, I’ma get laid fuck yer man cave
Ya act like ya girl B-real, (ta’sun)
Kinda spaced-out you bitches be duckin’
Better than ya girl, than the best, make the competition rest
Unless it’s sex no less, I’ma fuck a hoe game I’m best
With my strap on, my vibrator, ’bout to Bust-a-Rhyme, no violator
Course no, I’ma feel myself,
I’m a masturbator like uh uh uh uh-fuck me, fuck me
Now I’m off beat, my head hurts, I murk shit, I gets paper
Wash my mouth, I curse like a sailor - bitch!

 

[fox69]

"Demons"

"Demons"


[Verse 1:]
It go fly bitch, fly shit, and got these ho on my dick
And if I could have one wish its that I die rich
Yeah, a bitch tryna go to the grave with it
Know I keep that crack, gettin paid with it
Real talk, while you bitches just play with it
Long hair don't care, Bad bitch. Don't stare
You could leave don't care won't care, flow rare
So turned up don't wanna turn down
You see that ass from the front, no turn arounds
Like got damn, I mean oh, shit! cold bitch and my flow sick
So sick I might cough and hack and then toss some racks
Like count alla that
Nah, now I'm about my business. And I know these hoes ain't with it
Wanna talk about paper? I got it. Broke muthafuckas might not get it
Now murder murder kill, hundred dollar bills
Real bitch till I die, now tell me how it feel, huh?!

[Chorus:]
Demons, Cmon!
You gotta vision, you're on a mission…
Demons, Live on!
And where I die, hang me high!

[B Section:]
Real bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!

[Verse 2:]
Money up so its going down, I got enough dough to go round and round
I'm talkin round and round, but no merry-go
Hoes see me out and say "there she go"
You know point and look. You know stop and stare
Yeah I'm racked up, but not stopping there
You see me in the store then I'm copping that
Clutch full of that green, Rodman hair
You know first class champagne designer life is my campaign
I been ill and I can't change, so ill its a damn shame
But I spend it like its no damn thang what you made in a year is just chump change
Low paper, really no paper, huh?
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. You don't fuck with who? Bitch you sound stupid
Bitch gone do it, watch me run through it. And we ain't never stopping. act like ya know it!

[Chorus:]
Demons, Cmon!
You gotta vision, you're on a mission…
Demons, Live on!
And where I die, hang me high!

[B Section:]
Real bitch till I die, Now tell me how it feel, huh?!

 

[fox69]

"Dirt In Your P***y Ass B!tch (Intro)"

"Dirt In Your P***y Ass B!tch (Intro)"


[Intro:]
(Dirt in her pussy ass bitches)
Alright, how's everybody doing? (Fuck you)
How y'all doing? I'm Starfish, thank you
(...music bitch! hey baby, don't listen to him hey)
Thank you, yea, OK I got something
I got a lil' poem to share with y'all
It's called "Dirt in Your Pussy Ass Bitch" (uh?)
Y'all ready? (uhh, yea)

[Verse:]
"Hotel room in every city
Panties fall to the floor
Bend you over, arch your back, pull your hair
Yeah, you like that
Dirt in your pussy ass bitch
This is your fifth flight in a month
No cash, just dick in yo' palms
Louis Fakes under your arms
Ignored calls from your moms
Dirt in your pussy ass bitch"
- Chloe Mitchell

 

[fox69]

"Don't Need Y'all"

"Don't Need Y'all"


[Verse 1:]
I remember when it used to be simple
But all this cash it just complicates things
And all this money we into
It will drive you crazy but it only makes me go harder
Grow stronger and get tougher when the road get longer
Sometimes you gonna think that it's too much on ya
But think what I'd be doing if this wasn't going on
So I just keep pushing when I'm being pulled in every direction
Now I'm popping so the they watching every step of my progression
Sometimes fame like a curse latched to my blessing
On the road to the riches turning earth into heaven
Dear Lord, if you hear me, I don't need not a new friend near me
Cause I don't want none of that fake love
Cause I'm looking and all of that be made up

[Hook:]
I remember when I wasn't this big
And now ya'll wanna act like ya'll helped me get here
Oh now everybody wanna love me
Try to knock me down but I'm strong
I did all this on my own
Ain't got no time for no new friends
So for now just leave me alone

I don't need y'all anyway [x6]
I don't need y'all

[Verse 2:]
Making each and every song like it might be my last one
But still making sure the cash come
Still ain't forget the times when I didn't have none
Back against the wall feeling like I had to grab some
That's when, I took time and I figured it out
I'd rather deal with the stress more than living without
Take a one way trip to the top one time
Let you have it for a minute now I want mine
Same girl on the cover of the magazine
Was the one hiding pain that you haven't seen
Talking 'bout
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
Same critics love me nowadays couldn't stand me
Now we talking 'bout VMA's and a Grammy
But in due time, turn nothing into something
So now I need money, put it all in my discussions

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]
And if you wasn't here when I was down
Then you won't be here when I'm up
Now the same one you looked over
Be the same one that blew up
Ain't it funny how this life thing works
When you think it's finished is when it all begins
Go from doubts to having the thought it might work
It goes up and down then it starts again
When I reminisce sometimes I can't even keep a dry eye
But my how time flies by when you on top of the world sky high

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Down South"

"Down South"


[Hook:]
Looking up North, while you're touching down South (muah)
I say it where I want it so you taking it out [x2]

I'm going, going, going, going, going Down South
I'm going, going, going, going, going kiss that mouth [x2]

Kiss that muah muah muah [x4]

Went down the kiss...
This pink pussy got no lipstick...
More like lip gloss when it's sticky
Ain't no bitch bossin' like Iggy
I'm gettin' head with my shades on
He head over heels, he wake on
Got his face lookin' all painted on
When he done gettin' his taste on
But aint no returnin' this favor
When you get done put your name on this waver
Makin a statement bout how you ate this
Fittin'a put it and finna?
I'm givin' it to you no chaser
But this (meow) be wet on the rocks
Iggy do fades, and braids it really don't matter
This pussy gon' drip on them locks
That Hello Kitty; no pencil pouch
This pussy neat like it's stenciled out
I got his tongue shinin', call him Mr. Clean
It's like Listerine when he rinse it out
I got his girls callin' on missions now
When they say they mad 'cause they missin' out
But I'm very fine and his face is clogged
And he say he love it when he kissin' now

[Hook]

Jumpin' out the dam like a motherfuckin' laker hoe
Do me one favor, don't do me no favors
And I get 380 every time he 360s
Got my old dude calling, go my new dude with me
Startin' in the A then he lead me the Bay
Pit stop in Texas?
Ask him "baby, how it taste, I bet it taste good'
Pullin' out in slauson; I better taste hood
Got me like "yeah, I'm Gucci, Ferragamo, and Louis"
No department stores I'm in boutiques
If it ain't high class it don't suit me
Got that bubblicious; that chewy
Make your man act like a groupie
You like fruit then imagine I'm smoothie
Pussy Monster; give me that tunechi
Said he want a blow fish, I'm hoodie
Follow my legs to my booty
Self sufficient I do me
Broke hoes think I'm boujee
Moody... who me?
Why man? I'm rudie
So I drop the top on my two seat
While he roll his tongue on my tootsie

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"Drop That Shit"
(feat. Problem)

"Drop That Shit"
(feat. Problem)



[Intro]

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it drop it drop it
My bitches yeah they drop it I see you on that pole work that shit I pay for college
Supportin you I rain on you now drop it like it's hottest
Benji benji benjamin my that's the only topic
Rock make it rock uhh girl bounce that ass pop it girl don't stop it
It's drugs we got cash I wanna see that ass go speed it up now go slow ass low ass low money pile overflow
Dayuumm baby got the fattest ass I ain't gay so problem is I'll have to pass make it clap so after I can take a bow
Hurricane and your stormin up the place now

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Drop it drop it drop it
Bitch I want it bitch I want it
He for ones they don't want it I got racks of hunnits hunnits uhh
Boolah got the weed treaty got the crees pezzy gotta thousand fifties and bugatti keys
Do it with ease we drop it like autumn leaves we drop it and then we leave
Broke bitch please give me a stack of these cash money like Lil' Weeze Joey got them flockin'
They swinging all on my kneessszzus right in your mouth ho keep talking I got something for your mouth ho
Where's your man I'll show him where his mouth go drop that bitches listen to how the hook go

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Problem]
Damn damn damn Iggy Iggy do you see that ho? that shit that shit that shit can't do that on Problem's stripper pole
They'll try and climb it if the giant little Snicker bar diamonds twinkle twinkle big dipper
To all you little stars it's me problem problem got some fun got some change threw some one's golfer swung clubs and hoes think I'm a put a hole in one for real diamond [?] and brought drugs with me pills and that white girl and I don't mean iggy
I'm on a war path so the thang with me so you beter run son and I don't mean diggy
Iggy I know you just got to this light but that bitch right there so bad you should be bi for one night (at least)

 

[fox69]

"Fancy"
(feat. Charli XCX)

"Fancy"
(feat. Charli XCX)



[Verse 1 — Iggy Azalea:]
First thing's first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I could hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a bad bitch like this (huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, somethin' worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin' '88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin', you should taste that

[Chorus — Charli XCX:]
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow

[Verse 2 — Iggy Azalea:]
I said, "Baby, I do this, I thought that you knew this"
Can't stand no haters and honest, the truth is
And my flow retarded, they speak it depart it
Swagger on super, I can't shop at no department
Better get my money on time, if they not money, decline
And swear I meant that there so much that they give that line a rewind
So get my money on time, if they not money, decline
I just can't worry 'bout no haters, gotta stay on my grind
Now tell me, who that, who that? That do that, do that?
Put that paper over all, I thought you knew that, knew that
I be the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

[Chorus — Charli XCX:]
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow

[Bridge — Charli XCX:]
Trash the hotel
Let's get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a fuck
Film star, yeah I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch
Ow...

[Verse 3 — Iggy Azalea:]
Still stuntin', how you love that?
Got the whole world asking how I does that
Hot girl, hands off, don't touch that
Look at it I bet you wishing you could clutch that
It's just the way you like it, huh?
You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothing
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like

[Chorus — Charli XCX:]
I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fast lane
From L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow

[Outro]
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
Blow

Who-who-who-who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that, do that, I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
Blow