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      ATM Jam (Feat. Pharrell)

      Iggy Azalea

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      Iggy Azalea - ATM Jam (Feat. Pharrell) Música y Letra

      I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam
      Tell me what you wanna do
      I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam
      Tell me what you wanna do
      Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
      That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch
      I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam
      Tell me what you wanna do
      
      (Verso 1: Azealia Banks)
      Thank you, darly
      Buy the barry
      I can admit I likes to party
      I spent a grip, I swipes the cardy
      When I heist, I'mma drips my pricey garmy (garment)
      I'm the swami
      Hyphy hip-cat
      I'm "freaky-fit-that"
      I could I could rrrrr-ip-pap
      Ice on her wrist like high-sophis-chat
      When I dyke with a bitch,-that's spicy! Get that!
      
      I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam
      Tell me what you wanna do
      I got racks, racks, racks, 'til the ATM jam
      Tell me what you wanna do
      Said you a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
      That thong get lost in a fat ass, bitch
      I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam
      Tell me what you wanna do
      
      (Verso 2: Azealia Banks)
      Ayo P. Do that freaky jam on the beat
      Iz you with that butter shit-that, that *bonne vie?
      Did you divvy, did you double dig that?
      That song sings- freaky deeky, whistle-wetter, slip that slit (that thong thing)
      Hyphy-cheeky-cheddar-checker get her own cheese
      That's a chicken w/ her head off
      That's that bitch that won't be with her
      Official with that with that whole steez
      Flighty-fleety-feather-witch that whip that long weave nigga
      
      ([Verso: Pharrell)
      They shootin' in the parking lot
      Everybody get low
      They shootin' in the parking lot
      It ain't where you wanna go
      Now standby soldier standby soldier
      And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya
      Standby soldier standby soldier
      And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya
      
      (Verso 3: Azealia Banks)
      Ice the berg, white’s the fur
      IMS IN THE HOUSE LIKE NICE SUBURB
      Pipes on her pout, might pipe the purr
      Peter pipe been about my pint for sure!
      Ims a mermaid, rhymes the Nurse
      I'm little red ride ride the verse
      My shimmy-shake’s inside the shirt
      Should a dyke and a gay guy try to flirt?
      (laugh)
      
      (Verso: Pharrell)
      I got racks, racks, racks til the ATM jam
      Tell me what you gonna do?
      I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam
      Tell me what you gonna do?
      You a bad ass bitch, a bad ass bitch
      A thong get lost in a fat ass bitch
      I got racks, racks, racks 'til the ATM jam
      
      [Bridge:Pharrell]
      They shootin' in the parking lot -
      Everybody get low
      They shootin' in the parking lot
      It ain't where you wanna go
      Now stand by soldier, stand by soldier
      And work it- whip that muthafuckin ass like I told ya!
      Standby soldier standby soldier
      And work it with the motherfuckin' ass like I told ya

      Iggy Azalea - ATM Jam (Feat. Pharrell) Música y Letra

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