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Fancy (feat. Charli Xcx)

Iggy Azalea

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First thing, 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 can hold you down, like I'm givin' lessons in physics
(Right, right?)
You should want a bad bitch like this
Drop it low and pick it up just like this
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, something worth a half ticket on my wrist

Takin' all the liquor straight, never chase that
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 fastlane
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, each beat dear, departed
Swagger on stupid, 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 workin', I'm up in here
With some change to throw

I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fastlane
From L. A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy
Can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name
'Bout to blow

Trashed 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
Chadelier's swinging, we don't give a fuck
Film star, yeah, I'm deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch
Aoh

Still stunting 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
that's just the way you like, huh?
You're so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down money
Slaying these hoes
Gold trigger on the gun like

I'm so fancy
You already know
I'm in the fastlane
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-G-G-Y
Who that, who that?
I-G-G-Y

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

Compositor: Iggy Azalea, Charli XCX, The Invisible Men, The Arcade

Letra enviada por Leandro Saueia

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