YO EL RAY

[Verse] Ah, four score Lotta years ago Fine aussie lady had a bad bitch And she grew to be me Fuck a dime, I’m a dollar Katsuya lunch Bitch dine at Kitana Rattle, Dolce & Gabbana Diapers killin' your expenses Bottle’s Hermes, bitch If I burp, that spit expensive Wrong, kill a bitch with the heels D.O.A when I step for realz Ill, rap a ho in hole This ain’t whole, it’s just a drill I'm on the stars I’m gone no more more waitin' I know shit ain’t fair No chocolate bacon Raping bars, I know Throw that bitch in jail Give a ho that L, bout to roll that L Thomas Westly, Iggy swell Pockets swell, overweight Bank obese, plenty cake I’m a grind till I erase Decent work for decent pay He might just beats, no, not Dre I need that love like Christian Grey TrapGold Queen, you hoes in a corner Jet, jet, mansion, in that order, yes (Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck) Fuck it, Diplo, I need more Don’t need no drank Don’t need no smoke Real white girl, I am the coke I hang with white bitches I roll with black bitches I got them Asians and them Latins In the trap bitches Oh yeah, you rap bitches? This shit a wrap bitches My name be climbing up them poles Make it clap bitches Thought I was done? I’m here for ten mo' It’s pronounced “Iggy”, bitch And he is Diplo Diplo, Diplo, Diplo, Diplo, Diplo, Diplo, Diplo, Diplo Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-D-D-D-D-D-D- It’s pronounced “Iggy”, bitch And he is Diplo