Iggy Azalea O.m.g. Lyrics

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He ain't got a chance with a bitch 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
Y'all little hoes can't sit by the pool
You ain't thick enough, thick enough
Weave so long and the p*ssy so wet
Go eat it up beat it up

(x2)
Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings

What's the difference between me and you? (Who?)
1200 dollars Gucci shoes (Ooh!)
I know the facts will make you feel a way
Took three years off and i'm still paid (Uh huh!)
What's the difference between yours and mine
Credit cards that just don't decline (No bitch!)
It's overpriced but I still don't mind
I spent 1000 dollars on a glass of wine

Y'all mathematicians tryna split the tab Bitch you know you shouldn't ate the crab
Louis purse but you kept the tag
Bitch you know you finna take it back
Tit for tat you know get the bag
You know p*ssy fat, you know waist snatched
I'm in the quarter mill with the ceiling cracked
While you in your feelings i ain't feeling that (Naah!)

Ride for me, ain't no f*cking bang you can die for me
If you hit it then you know you can ride with me
How i keep him with me ain't no cavalry
Pardon me, i'm too audacious
Don't want no tickets, i ain't talking seditious
[???] then i switch up locations
I've got no more f*cks, so don't ask for donations (Woo!)
Better get your bag up

Oh My God, this shit different
Oh My God, Gucci slippers
Oh My God, my wrist vicious
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings

Oh My God
Biggest bitch ever!