[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & B.o.B]
A bitch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah (Freak bitches, what's up? Ayy)
[Verse 1: B.o.B]
Poppin', poppin', poppin' tags, always with a shoppin' bag
She go to Clark Atlanta, but she always hoppin' class
All-star weekend, she be where the lobby at
Lookin' for that slapstick, all she need is hockey pads
She just be scrambling, lookin' like, "Goddamn, he clean"
Tossin' that box like shipping and handling (Handling)
She be goin', yeah, she be doin' anything
That tramp stay jumpin' off, she a trampoline (A trampoline)
Straight, straight ba-boing in this bitch
I'm 'bout my head, flip a coin in this bitch (Uh)
She brought her overnight bag and it's Fendi
She wanted Benihanas, but she settled for some Denny's
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
A bitch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
[Verse 2: Iggy Azalea]
Red bottom-ass heels on, head laid, that's fly shit
Twerk somethin', I look stupid, don't touch nuttin', that's my shit
Oh, that's cute, same outfit, different color, same swag
She jumpin' off when she leave the club, bo-body spray in her Gucci bag
Pogoin' ass ho, you and your main bitch front row (R-row)
Ho's lined up outside, wanna shake that ass at my show (S-show)
Let me tell you somethin' you don't know, on my neck and wrist, trap gold
My ass fitted in Levi's, swag so rodeo
It's bitches in the buildin' and it's bitches on the couch
She tidy up her best friend, 'fore she leave the house
She got a best friend, that's a freak bitch (A freak bitch)
A freak bitch, tickets to my concert on her wishlist
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea & Mac Miller]
A bitch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (Yah, yah)
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah (B.Y.O.B., yah)
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah (Bring your own bitch, um, yah)
[Verse 3: Mac Miller]
She don't sleep, she smoke trees (Okay)
No boyfriend, got cold feet (Okay)
Low-key, she so sweet, just lonely, but so freaky
Actin' wild like, "Ho, please," fly route, I go deep (Yep)
She don't creep, I fuck hoes, she cool with that, she love those (Uh-huh)
It's funk, soul, her gusto is nuts, so she one of those
Tell her, "Come close," gotta love Jones
What's under your clothes? I wanna know
Her ass huge, her back screwed up with a bunch of bad tattoos (Uh-huh)
For me, she make an exception, but she usually fuck black dudes (Yes)
My cashews all in her mouth (Yep)
In the club more than her house (House)
Come through, she might hit the loud, go animal like in and out (Uh-huh)
Threesome, I need some, my hoes is European
Norwegian, Puerto Rican, even some vegan
[Chorus: Iggy Azalea]
A bitch and her best friend go to the club
Party every weekend, get in for free
She know she a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
She know she a freak, yeah, a freak, yeah, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she know she a freak, yeah
She a freak, yeah, she a freak, yeah
A bitch and her best friend
[Skit: Iggy Azalea]
This bitch came to the club with an overnight bag, she was so ready
She came to the club with an overnight bag with a separate set of clothes in it
Took her shoes off, this bitch was back in the car with me and fuckin' B.o.B
Tryna talk to B.o.B's friend, with her overnight bag
Had done fuckin' changed shoes, and I was like
"Wait a minute, B.o.B, isn't that the same bitch from earlier tonight
But she in a whole different outfit?" And this bitch had a plastic bag ready
Ready for her fuckin' vacation
Just fuckin' crazy
Yes, a twenty-four-hour vacation, she was fuckin' ready
For the twenty-four-hour trip of a motherfuckin' lifetime
And she knew what she was coming for before the club opened
She packed, she probably had some wet wipes in there, like everything
That girl was crazy though, you know she was crazy
And then was like, "But I got a boyfriend"
Bitch, you don't have a boyfriend, fuck outta here
That was the crazy shit, remember that?
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