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Survive The Summer

OMG (Feat. Wiz Khalifa)

Iggy Azalea OMG (Feat. Wiz Khalifa) - Survive The Summer
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Got it on smashGot it on smashThink he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, He ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap, I ain't picking up, picking 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 upOh My God, this shit differentOh My God, Gucci slippersOh My God, my wrist viciousOh My God, might hurt yo feelingsOh My God, this shit differentOh My God, Gucci slippersOh My God, my wrist viciousOh My God, might hurt yo feelingsHe said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plateBought that Wraith fresh off the lot, That bitch ain't even got no platesI be looking at the stars while my pussy in his faceHow the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to playThey taking shots like, PlaxicoI'm riding waves in, MexicoYou bitches gassed like, TexacoAin't bout that bag, no hemaphoneMake sure your money match a mouth Before you ever talk at meAnd if you want me to pull upJust know I'ma need a feet (yah!)Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, He ain't rich enough, rich enough (no)Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap, I ain't picking up, picking 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 upOh My God, this shit differentOh My God, Gucci slippersOh My God, my wrist viciousOh My God, might hurt yo feelingsOh My God, this shit differentOh My God, Gucci slippersOh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah)Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah)Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like IggyHit my phone up for quickee, no shake but I'm pickyTold that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelieGot so much ass, on a traffic stop to see itI be rolling tropical weed upI be on a flight with my feet upI get on the track and I eat it upGet her in the bed, I beat it upBang, I get the bitch and I change herGot you bringing weed on the planeEverywhere, they throwing up gang (hahahaha)Think he ain't got a chance with a bitch like me, He ain't rich enough, rich enough (ah, no)Calls need to stop he ain't calling 'bout the guap, I ain't picking up, picking 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 upOh My God, this shit differentOh My God, Gucci slippersOh My God, my wrist viciousOh My God, might hurt yo feelingsOh My God, this shit differentOh My God, Gucci slippersOh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah)Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah)Oh My GodBiggest bitch ever!