Iggy Azalea、Wiz Khalifa - OMG
Written by:Smash David
Got it on smash
Think he ain't got a chance with a bit*h 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 pu**y
So wet gon'eat it up beat it up
Oh My God this sh*t different
Oh My God Gucci slippers
Oh My God my wrist vicious
Oh My God might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God this sh*t different
Oh My God Gucci slippers
Oh My God my wrist vicious
Oh My God might hurt yo feelings
He said it tastes so good
I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot
That bit*h ain't even got no plates
I be looking at the stars
While my pu**y in his face
How the fu*k could I fall off
I get 250 just to play
They taking shots like Plaxico
I'm riding waves in Mexico
You bit*hes gassed like Texaco
Ain't bout that bag no hemaphone
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 feet yah
Think he ain't got a chance with a bit*h 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 pu**y
So wet gon'eat it up beat it up
Oh My God this sh*t different
Oh My God Gucci slippers
Oh My God my wrist vicious
Oh My God might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God this sh*t different
Oh My God Gucci slippers
Oh My God my wrist vicious yeah
Oh My God might hurt yo feelings yeah
Smoking on some Sticky Icky need a bit*h like Iggy
Hit my phone up for quickee no shake but I'm picky
Told that bit*h to ride my di*k
She tried to pop a wheelie
Got so much as* on a traffic stop to see it
I be rolling tropical w**d 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 bit*h and I change her
Got you bringing w**d on the plane
Everywhere they throwing up gang hahahaha
Think he ain't got a chance with a bit*h 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 pu**y
So wet gon'eat it up beat it up
Oh My God this sh*t different
Oh My God Gucci slippers
Oh My God my wrist vicious
Oh My God might hurt yo feelings
Oh My God this sh*t different
Oh My God Gucci slippers
Oh My God my wrist vicious yeah
Oh My God might hurt yo feelings yeah
Oh My God
Biggest bit*h ever