Iggy Azalea, Wiz Khalifa - OMG lyrics

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Think he got a chance with a bitch
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 pussy so
Wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up

Oh my God, this shit 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 shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yah)

He said it tastes so good
I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot
That bitch ain't even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while
My pussy in his face
How the fuck could I fall off?
I get 250 just to play
They takin' shots like Plaxico
I'm ridin' waves in Mexico
You bitches 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)

Think he got a chance with a bitch
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 pussy so
Wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up

Oh my God, this shit 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 shit different (yah)
Oh my God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh my God, my wrist vicious (yeah)
Oh my God, might hurt yo' feelings (yeah)

Smoking on some Sticky Icky
Need a bitch like Iggy
Hit my phone up for a quickee
No shade but I'm picky
Told that bitch to ride my dick
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 bitch and I change her
Got you bringin' weed on the plane
Everywhere, throwin' up gang (hahaa)

Think he got a chance with a bitch
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 pussy so
Wet, gon' eat it up, beat it up

Oh my God, this shit 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 shit 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 biggest bitch ever!