Brazil Lyrics – Iggy Azalea
Singer: Iggy Azalea
Title: Brazil
Paid for this body and none of it’s cheap
I heard your song now I’m going to sleep
Boys in my yard but this ain’t from Kelis
Look at my cars you see nothing on lease
Look, I’m showing my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleeping, I’m breaking the dream
Closing the deal while you making a meme
Superstar status i stay in the Hills
Light $100,000 to play in some heels
Festival season? I’m out in Brazil
See that I’m hot and I ain’t got no chill
Mercedes the Benz and I park on the curb
Your man wanna pitch but I’m tossin a curve
The way that I live? you might call it absurd
I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out I’m feeling erotic
Hear my accent he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest b#tch up in the party
For real I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out I’m feeling erotic
Hear my accent he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest b#tch up in the party
I’m showing my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleeping, I’m breaking the dream
Closing the deal while you making a meal
Superstar status i stay in the Hills
Five hundred thousands to play in some heels
Festival season I’m out in Brazil
Festival season I’m out in Brazil
I’m a fantasy, you a tragedy
And I’m rich, that’s some sh#t that you will never be
This a movie I’m something they wanna see
Had a baby bounced back like I’m twenty three
I had millions and millions at twenty three
Think it’s funny that someone could **** with me
Talking down the whole time they look up to me
Y’all my children, I skipped out custody
Take my time ain’t no rushing me
Haters in love with me, faces is ugly, b#tches is mad
I worked at a store i still get to the bag
A cover star magazine look at my #ss
I’m the front page take a shot, wait. it’s a pump fake
Checkers or chess, don’t play with the best
Or b#tch you end up a mess
I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out I’m feeling erotic
Hear my accent he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest b#tch up in the party
For real I got it
All I got is these racks in my pocket
Stick my tongue out I’m feeling erotic
Hear my accent he think I’m exotic
And still, I got it
Hands all over my body
Hands all up in his wallet
Baddest b#tch up in the party
I’m showing my cards how I play with a King
Heard they was sleeping, I’m breaking the dream
Closing the deal while you making a meal
Superstar sliders I stay in the Hills
Five hundred thousands to play in some heels
Festival season I’m out in Brazil
Festival season I’m out in Brazil
I got it
I got it
I got it
Festival season I’m out in Brazil
Brazil
Out in Brazil
I got it
Festival season I’m out in Brazil
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