Iggy Azalea - Murda Bizness (Instrumental) | Текст песни

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• Iggy Azalea
• Murda Bizness (Instrumental)

[Hook]
Hit the club, with bad bitches
Stack of hundreds, bunch of fifties
Super clean, fa'sho get 'em
Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness
I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness
My outfit? It murk bitches, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]
Iggy, do it Biggie, tell 'em keep sending bottles, I'mma pop fifty
These other bitches think they hot?
Not really
She a broke ho, that’s how you know she not with me
Keep my heels on high, ride or die
760Li, ridin' fly
I’m the God's honest truth, they decide to lie
They just divide they legs, I divide the pie
And nah, nah, nah, nobody digging ya'll hoes
When Iggy in the spot, they be iggin' ya'll hoes
I’m cold, get in that thang
Kill bitches dead, click clack bang bang it's the murda bizness

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Peezy, we got them queazy, give these hoes a hard time, make it look easy
I’m the first of my kind, you ain't seen any
We gonna eat this bread cause we make plenty
Stacks piled high, let the hundreds fly
You ain’t gotta do a shit but stay broke and die
While I keep making hits with these coca lines
Shit, I'm IMAX big, you poster size
And nah, nah, nah, they ain’t feeling y’all hoes
If you was on fire, wouldn't piss on y’all hoes
I’m cold, get in that thang
Kill bitches dead, click clack bang bang it's the murda bizness

[Hook]