T.I. – No Mediocre

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre, no
Bad bitches only
Ain’t no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stunting on the mediocre
All over the mediocre
You stunting on the mediocre
Seven bitches with me
And ain’t none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes
They so far from mediocre

Right hand in the air I solemnly swear
I never fuck a bitch if she don’t do her hair
No more, you won’t get no dick if there’s a bush down there
Girl I should see nothing but pussy when I look down there
You come fuck with a nigga what better to do
He call and ask how you doing tell him better than you, yeah
I’m kicked back with four pieces like kit kat
Me fucking if you ain’t a dime just forget that
Pretty face, fat ass, if she don’t have
Have one of these, well I think I’ll pass
I just handed her the keys to a new drop Jag
When she took it I took it back, you shoulda asked for a Benz
That’s mediocre bitch

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre, no
Bad bitches only
Ain’t no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stunting on the mediocre
All over the mediocre
You stunting on the mediocre
Seven bitches with me
And ain’t none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes
They so far from mediocre

Heard he wanna lay it down on Iggy Iggy
Gave it to him twice, now he want a three, Mike BBDiva
But I need a bad boy, rest in peace Whitney, pardon me
But I don’t think none of these bitches fucking with me
Want a billboard bitch stop running in place
Heels on me saying gimme six inches of space
Courtside while designer frames cover my face
Now everybody in the game wanna get em a taste
I’m still Grand Hustle first lady fuck you pay me
Bet he won’t go twelve rounds with the million dollar baby
I can change your life quick stop playing with me
And if you ain’t talking money what you saying to me

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre, no
Bad bitches only
Ain’t no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stunting on the mediocre
All over the mediocre
You stunting on the mediocre
Seven bitches with me
And ain’t none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes
They so far from mediocre

I’m in Brazil with a bitch
Catch me in a mansion in the hills with a bitch
Get her out dem tennis shoes, throw some heels on a bitch
I’m the type of nigga split a mil with a bitch
Hold up, only if she bad though
Out here trying to find someone that better than my last go
Take her to my castle, drown her in my cash flow
Say your dick so little she can fit it in her asshole
Told me she can write this shit no further than a cab go
Said I got that dumb dick, she wanna be my tutor
So she give me brain, getting head on the scooter
Had sex on the beach from Bermuda up to Cuba
I done fucked a lot of dimes but I’m looking for a cuter bitch
You the shit, what she say when she got to sit
When I ain’t around give a damn who you do it with
Super thick pretty face, Menage a venti
Twenty at the same time, wanna get ya rent paid

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre, no
Bad bitches only
Ain’t no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stunting on the mediocre
All Over the mediocre
You stunting on the mediocre
Seven bitches with me
And ain’t none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes
They so far from mediocre, yeah

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Iggy Azalea lyrics

Iggy Azalea – Beg For It

Imma make you beg, Imma make you beg for it
Imma make you beg, Imma make you beg

Pulled up looking picture perfect, baby
High price, but I’m worth it, baby
Can’t play with ya, I’ve been busy workin’, baby
Gettin’ faded in the European swervin’ ay
Look, describe Iggy ground breaking what the word is
Hit the stage, ass shaking like I’m nervous
When in New York I be parking right on Madison
This ain’t no accident, I’m killing them on purpose
I-G-G-Y (Why) did she just have to do it, baby
Ride with me, fly livin’, ain’t nothin’ to it
And my waist slim, ass fat
You gotta have it
Get my bake on
Cake long,
It’s automatic

I know you like the way I turn it on
I’m out here with my friends
Imma make you beg, Imma make you beg for it
If you don’t do this right, you’re going home alone
I guess you’ll have to beg
Imma make you beg, Imma make you beg for it

P-p-pussy power, pay me by the hour
I need me a brave heart, can’t deal with the coward
I tell ’em if he ain’t balling, he should hit the showers
If I pick you, you lucky, baby, this money ours
All yellow gold on me like I’m Trinidad (James)
Sitting drop top wondering where the ceiling’s at
I know my old thing, wanna bring the feeling back
But I got a new thing, baby, I ain’t feeling that
Now Iggy Iggy, Iggy can’t you see that everybody wanna put their hands on me
See I be on this money while your man on me
And I need another hand with all these bands on me

I know you like the way I turn it on
I’m out here with my friends
Imma make you beg, Imma make you beg for it
If you don’t do this right, you’re going home alone
I guess you’ll have to beg
Imma make you beg, Imma make you beg for it

Get up out my face like who’d you think you are
Talking all this trash like blah-di-blah-di-blah
Oe oh, na uh, Oe oh, na uh (Oe oh)
Get up out my face like who’d you think you are
Make me wanna laugh like ha-di-ha-di-ha
Oe oh, na uh, Oe oh, na uh

I know you like the way I turn it on
I’m out here with my friends
Imma make you beg, Imma make you beg for it
If you don’t do this right, you’re going home alone
I guess you’ll have to beg
Imma make you beg, Imma make you beg for it

Hooked boy, I’m like a drug
If you want my love better smoke it up
Make you beg for it, Imma make you beg for it
You can look boy but don’t you touch
If you want my love make me give a fuck
Make you beg for it, Imma make you beg for it

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Iggy Azalea – Fancy

First thing’s first, I’m the realest (realest)
Drop this and let the whole world feel it (let them feel it)
And I’m still in the Murda Bizness
I could hold you down, like I’m givin’ lessons in physics (right, right)
You should want a bad bitch 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, somethin’ worth a half a ticket on my wrist (on my wrist)
Takin’ all the liquor straight, never chase that (never)
Rooftop like we bringin’ ’88 back (what?)
Bring the hooks in, where the bass at?
Champagne spillin’, you should taste that

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

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, they speak it depart it
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 the I-G-G-Y, put my name in bold
I been working, I’m up in here with some change to throw

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

Trash the hotel
Let’s get drunk on the mini bar
Make the phone call
Feels so good getting what I want
Yeah, keep on turning it up
Chandelier swinging, we don’t give a fuck
Film star, yeah I’m deluxe
Classic, expensive, you don’t get to touch
Ow…

Still stuntin’, 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
It’s just the way you like it, huh?
You’re so good, he’s just wishing he could bite it, huh?
Never turn down nothing,
Slaying these hoes, gold trigger on the gun like

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

Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
That do that do that, I-I-G-G-Y
Who that, who that, I-G-G-Y
Blow

Who-who-who-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

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Ariana Grande – Problem

Baby, even though I hate ya
I wanna love ya
I want you
And even though I can’t forgive ya
I really want to
I want you
Tell me, tell me baby
Why can’t you leave me
Cause even though I shouldn’t want it
I gotta have it
I want you

Head in the clouds
Got no weight on my shoulders
I should be wiser
And realize that I’ve got
One less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less, one less problem
One less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less, one less problem

I know you’re never gonna wake up
I gotta give up
But it’s you
I know I shouldn’t ever call back
Or let you come back
But it’s you
Every time you touch me
And say you love me
I get a little bit breathless
I shouldn’t want it
But it’s you

Head in the clouds
Got no weight on my shoulders
I should be wiser
And realize that I’ve got
One less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less, one less problem
One less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less, one less problem

It’s Iggy Iggs
What you got?

Smart money bettin’ I’ll be better off without you
In no time I’ll be forgettin’ all about you
You sayin’ that you know
But I really, really doubt you
Understand my life is easy
When I ain’t around you

Iggy Iggy
Too biggie to be here stressing’
I’m thinkin’ I love the thought of you
More than I love your presence
And the best thing now
Is probably for you to exit
I let you go
Let you back
I finally learned my lesson
No half-stepping
Either you want it or you just playin’
I’m listening to you knowing
I can’t believe what you’re sayin’
There’s a million you’s baby boo
So don’t be dumb
I got 99 problems
But you won’t be one
Like what

One less, one less problem
One less, one less problem

Head in the clouds
Got no weight on my shoulders
I should be wiser
And realize that I’ve got
One less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less, one less problem
One less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less, one less problem

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Iggy Azalea lyrics
Album: My Everything (Deluxe)

Iggy Azalea – Black Widow

I’m gonna love ya
Until you hate me
And I’m gonna show ya
What’s really crazy
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

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 fucking
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

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)

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 crazy
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

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 Jesus hallelujah
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 shit

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)

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 crazy
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

Bl-bl-bla-black widow, baby

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