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Mo Bounce Lyrics by Iggy Azalea

Mo bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, mo bounce
Mo bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Bounce, mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house

Bounce like a motherf*ckin' '64, sick flow
Slick talk, spittin' that Crisco
Drop that sh!t, like a cholo at the dub show
Can you hit the switch and pick it up and let the world know?
Homie if you're broke, oh, no you don't deserve hoes
All these fake boulders only gettin' on my nerves though
I just cracked a 40, now I'm sippin' out the straw slow
Little bit of ratchet, little boujee, you should all know
Everybody got opinions, yeah, like 4ssholes
You ain't gotta worry 'bout those, 'cause they 4ssholes
We just came to party, party, party, what you came for?
M-make the neighborhood bounce to this

When that sh!t goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
When that sh!t goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce (at the pole, pole)

Bounce that 4ss, bounce that 4ss, yeah bounce it
Puff the lah or get high off the contact
Call the law, we gon' make sure we come back
Fallin' off, we ain't ever been about that
Hundred spokes spinnin' on a chrome rim
I got a feelin' that tonight we gon' be goin' in
I'm with a few bad b!tches and some grown men
With the ice so cold, I feel like I'm Snowden
I feel like I'm rollin', but the whole place geeked up
Gettin' hot in here, down to my wife beater
But you ain't gotta worry, we ain't dangerous
We came up
M-make the neighborhood bounce to this

When that sh!t goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
When that sh!t goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce (at the pole, pole)

Mo, m-m-mo bounce, blazin' up
Back, bumpin', backyard bumpin', the block get loud
Mo, m-m-m-mo bounce
Backyard, backyard b-bumpin'
Backyard bumpin', the block get loud

When that sh!t goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
When that sh!t goes down, the block get loud
In your backyard bumpin' while we're blazin' out
Make it bounce in the motherf*ckin' house
Mo bounce in the motherf*ckin' house

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (to the red light)
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
Bounce, bounce, bounce (make your headlight)
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce, b-bounce
Bounce, b-bounce, bounce (like a low-low)
B-bounce, bounce, b-bounce (throw it up)
Bounce


Trouble Lyrics BY Iggy Azalea ft. Jennifer Hudson

Right
I should've known you were bad news
From the bad boy demeanor, and the tattoos
Small skies only want one thing
That I'm undecided, trying to figure out if that's you
Either way though, I think you're worth a test drive
'Cause the way is so much better than the next guy
And a little trouble only makes for a good time
So all the normal red flags be a good sign

Don't you come here thinking about it, ain't that far
You seem like trouble to me
I can tell by the way that you lean
And the way that you kiss your teeth
And you turn up so flashy clean
Smells like trouble to me

Opposites attract, I guess this is it
Good girl bad guy, what a perfect match
And if I you, gonna wanna play baptized
'Cause when you finish you gonna feel like you was baptized
See baby now you're feeling for a test drive
'Cause you don't wanna loose your ride to the next guy
And baby trouble only makes for a good time
So all the normal red flags be a good sign

Don't you come here thinking about it, ain't that far
You seem like trouble to me
I can tell by the way that you lean
And the way that you kiss your teeth
And you turn up so flashy clean
Smells like trouble to me

I got a bad form in the worst way
Dear Lord, how'd I get in this position
Should've never gotten involved in the first place
Second place never get the recognition
See what he doing to me make me have to should it out
Gotta hold on me that's without a doubt
So clear now he's a trouble starter
But I ain't the same either and he's in no still water
Just cause I'mma get to file in extrophy
Don't mean nothing to me
Till you show me where it's at
Smells like trouble to me

Just cause I'mma get to file in extrophy
Don't mean nothing to me
Till you show me where it's at
Smells like trouble to me
I should've known you were bad news (knew you were bad news)
From the bad boy demeanor and the tattoos (all of the tattoos)

I should've known you were bad news (knew you were bad news)
But I'm undecided trying to figure out if that's you (trouble to me)
Don't you come here thinking about it, ain't that far
You seem like trouble to me
I can tell by the way that you lean
And the way that you kiss your teeth
And you turn up so flashy clean
Smells like trouble to me


Black Widow Lyrics by Iggy Azalea ft. Rita Ora

[Hook — Rita Ora:]
I'm gonna love ya
Until you hate me
And I'm gonna show ya
What's really cr4zy
You should've known better
Than to mess with me, honey
I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya
Gonna love ya, gonna love ya
Like a black widow, baby

[Iggy Azalea:]
This twisted cat and mouse game always starts the same
First we're both down to play then somehow you go astray
We went from nothing to something, liking to loving
It was us against the world and now we just f*cking
It's like I loved you so much and now I just hate you
Feeling stupid for all the time that I gave you
I wanted all or nothing for us ain't no place in between
Might, might be me believing what you say that you never mean
Like it'll last forever but now forever ain't as long
If it wasn't for you I wouldn't be stuck singing this song
You were different from my last but now you got it mirrored
And as it all plays out I see it couldn't be clearer
Now sing

[Pre-Hook — Rita Ora:]
You used to be thirsty for me
But now you wanna be set free
This is the web, web that you weave
So baby now rest in peace (It's all over with now)

[Hook — Rita Ora:]
I'm gonna love ya
Until you hate me (Right)
And I'm gonna show ya (Show 'em what show 'em what)
What's really cr4zy
You should've known better
Than to mess with me, honey (it's all over with now)
I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya
Gonna love ya, gonna love ya
Like a black widow, baby

Black, black widow, baby

[Iggy Azalea:]
I'm gonna l-l-l-love you until it hurts
Just to get you I'm doing whatever works
You've never met nobody
That'll do you how I do ya
That will bring you to your knees
Praise J3sus hall3lujah
I'm-a make you beg for it, plead for it
Till you feel like you breathe for it
Till you do any and everything for it
I want you to fiend for it
Wake up and dream for it
Till it's got you gasping for air
And you lean for it
'Till they have a Cat scan and check on your mind
And it's nothing but me, on it (on it, on it, on it)
Now it's me-time believe that
If it's yours when you want it
I wouldn't promise I need that
Till I'm everywhere that you be at
I can't fall back go quick
Cause this here a fatal attraction so I take it all or I don't want sh!t

[Pre-Hook — Rita Ora:]
You used to be thirsty for me (Right)
But now you wanna be set free
This is the web, web that you weave
So baby now rest in peace (It's all over with now)

[Hook — Rita Ora:]
I'm gonna love ya
Until you hate me (Right)
And I'm gonna show ya (Show 'em what show 'em what)
What's really cr4zy
You should've known better
Than to mess with me, honey
I'm gonna love ya, I'm gonna love ya
Gonna love ya, gonna love ya
Like a black widow, baby


Fancy Lyrics by Iggy Azalea ft. Charli XCX

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
First things first, I'm the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let 'em feel it)
And I'm still in the Murda Bizness
I can hold you down, like I'm giving lessons in physics (right, right?)
You should want a bad b!tch like this (huh?)
Drop it low and pick it up just like this (yeah)
Cup of Ace, cup of Goose, cup of Cris
High heels, something worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Taking all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringing '88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spilling, you should taste that

[Hook: Charli XCX]
I'm so fancy, you already know
I'm in the fast lane, from L.A. to Tokyo
I'm so fancy, can't you taste this gold?
Remember my name, 'bout to blow-oh-oh-oh

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
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 super, 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 that I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I'm up in here with some change to throw

[Hook: Charli XCX]

[Bridge: Charli XCX]
Trash the hotel, let's get drunk on the minibar
Make the phone call, feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don't give a f*ck
Film star, yeah, I’m deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don't get to touch, aow!

[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]
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 it, huh?
And so good, he's just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothing, slayin' these hoes
Gold trigger on the gun like

[Hook: Charli XCX]

[Outro: Iggy Azalea & (Charli XCX)] (x2)
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-oh-oh-oh)