เนื้อเพลง Omg - Iggy Azalea
เนื้อเพลง Omg
[Intro: Smash David]
Got it on smash
Got it on smash
[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Think he got a chance with a b*tch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp)
Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the p*ssy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Oh my God, this sh*t 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 sh*t different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah)
[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 b*tch ain't even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while my p*ssy in his face
How the f*ck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play
They takin' shots like Plaxico, I'm ridin' waves in Mexico
You b*tches 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 (yah!)
[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Think he got a chance with a b*tch like me, he ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain't callin' 'bout the guap, I ain't pickin' up, pickin' up (brrp)
Y'all lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the p*ssy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Wiz Khalifa]
Oh my God, this sh*t 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 sh*t different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yeah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yeah)
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a b*tch like Iggy
Hit my phone up for a quickee, no shade but I'm picky
Told that b*tch to ride my d*ck, 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 b*tch and I change her
Got you bringin' weed on the plane
Everywhere, throwin' up gang (hahaa)
[Pre-Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Think he got a chance with a b*tch 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 lil' hoes can't sit by the pool, you ain't thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the p*ssy so wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
Oh my God, this sh*t 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 sh*t 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 b*tch ever!