Iggy Azalea - Work Lyrics

Artist : Iggy Azalea

Song Title : Work

Album : The New Classic

Lyrics :

Walk a mile in these Louboutins

But they don't wear these shits where I'm from

I'm not hating, I'm just telling you

I'm tryna let you know what the fuck that I've been through

Two feet in a red dirt, school skirt

Sugar cane, back lane

3 jobs took years to save

But I got a ticket on that plane

People got a lot to say

But don't know shit bout where I was made

Or how many floors that I had to scrub

Just to make it past where I am from

No money, no family. 16 in the middle of Miami.

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich

I've been work, work, work, work, working on my shit

Milked the whole game twice gotta get it how I live

I've been work, work, work, work, working on my shit

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Working on my shit

You can hate it or love it

Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I'm trusting

Thoroughbred in a mud brick before the budget

White chick on that Pac shit

My passion was ironic

And my dreams were uncommon

Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me

Robbed blind basically raped me

Rose through the bullshit like a matador

Just made me madder and adamant to go at 'em

And even the score

So, I went harder

Studied the Carters till a deal was offered

Slept cold on the floor recording

At 4 in the morning and now I'm passing the bar

Like a lawyer

Immigrant, or ignorant

Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit

Hate to be inconsiderate, but the industry took my innocence

Too late, now I'm in this bitch!

You don't know the half

This shit get real

Valley girls giving

Blow jobs for Louboutins

What you call that?

Head over heels?

No money, no family. 16 in the middle of Miami.

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich

I've been work, work, work, work, working on my shit

Milked the whole game twice gotta get it how I live

I've been work, work, work, work, working on my shit

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Working on my shit

Pledge allegiance to the struggle

Ain't been easy

But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffel

Bags is all we had

Do anything for my Mum, I love you

One day I'll pay you back

For the sacrifice

That ya managed to muscle

16 you sent me through customs

So...

All aboard my spaceship to Mercury

Turn first at the light that's in front of me

Cause every night Imma do it like it's my last

This dream is all that I need

Cause it's all that I ever had

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Working on my shit

Iggy Azalea - Work Lyrics

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Iggy Azalea - Fancy Lyrics

Artist : Iggy Azalea

(Feat.Charli XCX)

Song Title : Fancy

Album : The New Classic

Lyrics :

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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

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

Iggy Azalea - Fancy Lyrics

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