Iggy Azalea - Is That Right (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Iggy Azalea - Is That Right (en) Lyrics
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Uno, dos, tres, cuatro
Iggy got the sauce, come and
taste it in the kitchen
Look inside my heart, bet you
can't find any feelings
Hit it all night, got no
time for intermission
Fall in love, I'm a drug, you
might need an intervention
Men inside my mentions shoot they
shot but they keep missin'
Take me on vacation, fuck you
think? You must be trippin'
All my haters got 'em shakin' in
my presence like it's Christmas
Put a mistletoe above my
ass for you to kiss it
Now, is that right?
Ho, is that right?
Heard they catchin' up to
mе, ho, is that right?
Heard that you had sex with
me, oh, is that right?
You could nеver fuck with
me on my bad night
Huh, is that right?
You the one to knock me off,
now is that right?
Heard that I stopped goin'
hard, now is that right?
I'm a fuckin' superstar,
get your facts right
Bitches bettin' on lot of shit
when pull up in Bentley truck
Tired of paparazzi, but I'm fly,
so I don’t give a fuck
Drive a hundred, let my window down
and throw some hunnids out
Pop up on a bitch, like "What's all
that shit you talkin' 'bout?"
Colder than the winter but
I'm shinin' like the sun
Got designer on my body,
got designer for my son
I ain't worry 'bout the press
I can see you pressed, you a mess
Watch your mouth 'fore I'm at
you bitches' neck, yeah
Heard they catchin' up to
me, ho, is that right?
You could never fuck with
me on my bad night
I'm a fuckin' superstar, get
your facts right (BIA, BIA)
You think I'm trippin' off
a bitch, then boy, you don't
really don't know me
I just been kickin' bitches off
this rap shit, I'm a bully
Bigger dog and big homie, ain't
no flaw in my Rollie
Heard it all, then seen it all and
ain't not talkin', just show me
Ah shit, where the fuck was I when they
all got all rich? (Got all rich)
Feelin' like I wanna slap a bitch,
you know my palm itch
Matchin' gifts with Iggy so he make
it to my call list (Cash)
Nasty with my bitches, now he
askin' for ménages (Uh)
Freak girl, freak girl,
yeah, that's me
I got all this money on me, but
please, don't ask me (Cash)
All this gas I'm smokin' got
my vocals so raspy (Cash)
I been hearin' bitches gossip
but it go past me, yeah
Ho, is that right? (Bitch)
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