Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Brazil, artist - Iggy Azalea.
Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Brazil |
Scalez, that’s a Scalez track |
Ayy, tell 'em run it back |
AJ ruin everything, he in here |
Paid for this body and none of it’s cheap |
I heard your song, now I’m goin' to sleep |
Boys in my yard, but this ain’t from Kelis |
Look at my cars you, see nothin' on lease |
Look, I’m showin' my cards how I play with a King |
Heard they was sleepin', I’m breakin' the dream |
Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme |
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills |
Light hundred thousand to play in some heels |
Festival season, I’m out in Brazil |
See that I’m hot and I ain’t got no chill, uh, yeah |
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 feelin' 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 bitch up in the party |
For real, I got it |
All I got is these racks in my pocket |
Stick my tongue out, I’m feelin' 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 bitch up in the party |
I’m showin' my cards how I play with a King |
Heard they was sleepin', I’m breakin' the dream |
Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme |
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills |
Light hundred thousand 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 shit that you will never be |
This a movie, I’m somethin' they wanna see |
Had a baby, bounced back like I’m twenty-three |
I had millions on millions at twenty-three |
Think it’s funny that someone could fuck with me |
Talkin' down the whole time they look up to me |
Y’all my children, I skipped out on custody |
Take my time, ain’t no rushin' me, haters in love with me |
Faces is ugly, bitches is mad |
I worked at a store, I still get to the bag |
A cover star magazine, look at my ass, ooh (Ass, ass) |
I’m the front page |
Take a shot, wait, it’s a pump fake |
Checkers or chess? |
Don’t play with the best or, bitch, you end up a mess (Uh) |
I got it |
All I got is these racks in my pocket |
Stick my tongue out, I’m feelin' 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 bitch up in the party |
For real, I got it |
All I got is these racks in my pocket |
Stick my tongue out, I’m feelin' 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 bitch up in the party |
I’m showin' my cards how I play with a King |
Heard they was sleepin', I’m breakin' the dream |
Closin' a deal while you makin' a meme |
Superstar status, I stay in the Hills |
Light hundred thousand 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 |