Freestyle

[Intro: Otis Redding]

It makes it easier, easier to bear

You won't be regret it, no, no, no

Some girls, they don't forget it

Love is their whole happiness

(Sounds so soulful, don’t you agree?)

Squeeze her, don't tease her, never leave her

[Verse 1: Iggy Azalea]

Uh, I invented pussy, got a sign over mine that says "not for rookies"

Fresh off a private flight, talking with pilots

Goddess of the rap game, Iggy the new Isis

Crisis, always double threat, one of one

You ain't met a bitch like me yet

Me and Angel never let these dusty rappers

Like fuck what you got going in advance don't match our nail budgets

[Verse 2: Angel Haze]

Damn Iggy and Haze, where the hell you been?

Chillin’ out in Italy, India on the elephant

Stuntin’ on these bitches who strugglin’ to be relevant

Diplo bitches, we never taking our medicine

Brand new coupe, riding out with a veteran

In a bad bitch, who swear that

She ain't eleven yet

I'm close to my prime, near lyrical excellence

Bitches getting cocky like they don't know who they up against

[Verse 3: Iggy Azalea]

Uh, I can't smash make em realize that you can't spell Aussie without ass

They ain't about the cash and now past

You love 'em, I can have 'em like the bed of an eyelash

I ask, have you in your short-legged life

Ever walked in the hills with heels

At this height

Yikes! Mama I guess not

You could never be me little lady, so just stop

[Verse 4: Angel Haze]

I made a million dollars in a year, it was nothing

You made half that, and you did it while you fucking

Versace everything, like I'm Donatella's cousin

And now I ain't pay for nothing they just ship it by the dozen

All my bitches know I'm all about the Benji's

All about a hundred like the legs of a centipede

Stuntin’ ain’t a habit, stuntin’s a consistency

If they know I can kill ‘em then why the fuck they be tempting me?

[Verse 5: Iggy Azalea]

Uh, lion haired killer

Thick hip Agent Provocateur filler

(Mmmm, mmmm, mmm) er, I'm getting iller

New watch on my wrist is such a chiller

Steps come fast I ain't got a minute

You bitches is walking backwards, MJ: Thriller

New Classic coming, I'm no beginner

Got a date with an Angel, lean on you bitches' dinner

[Verse 6: Angel Haze]

Make you see the future, lil' nigga we the fuckin' best

Got a fire blow like a dragon in my fuckin' chest

Iggy fuckin' eat 'em, eat 'em til' there's nothing left

Now I'm fuckin' finished so I'll beat you till you're fuckin' deaf

Damn, it's 'bout to need a fuckin' witness

So all you ADD hoes got to pay attention

So all you ADD hoes got to pay attention

About to get an ass whooping