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Glory


Artist: Iggy Azalea
Genres: Pop
Total songs: 6
Year: 2012

Millionaire Misfits Lyrics - Glory - Iggy Azalea

Yeah we finally on, tell the world on 

Yeah we finally on, tell the world on 

Tell the world we on, tell the world we on 

 

That's the shit that I live for 

That's the shit that I live for 

That's the shit that I live for 

Who we sent get real 

 

Tell the world we on 

 

We fucking like like a blessing, Aye Tip done made an investment 

It's Hustle Gang till I'm resting 

Plus I'm riding round and I'm flexin' 

Hundred racks for a show runnin' 

Broke bitches I blow hunnids 

You ain't talkin bout no money 

What you talking bout ho? nothing nothing 

G.D.O.D. get dough or die we do 

Powder blue Giuseppe's, Zannoti's, and Maserati coupes 

To all my bitches that's pretty and got a body too: 

 

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Tell 'em throw that dough in the air 

And go catch an alley-oop 

 

I said we kick shit, big shit, million dollar misfits 

Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits 

We kick shit, big shit, million dollar misfits 

Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits 

Yea we finally on (That's the shit that I live for) 

Tell the world we on 

Yeah we finally on(That's the shit that I live for) 

 

(That's the shit that I live for) 

Tell the world we on (That's the shit that I live for 

Who ain't stuntin'? Get real, ho) 

 

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I said I said I said I hop in the coupe 

Then I throw up the deuce 

I take my city every where I go 

And that A hat salute 

You see it's hustle gang bang bang bang 

My niggas we too hard you can't hang 

Ain't no candidates round here but this be that murder business campaign 

See I roll up the ciggy, burning donuts with Iggy 

 

Anywhere we land on the globe, we the hottest shit in yo city 

Your woman know when we coming she gon' pop up any minute 

She poppin ass, poppin pillies 

Might cop a Porsche pop a wheelie 

 

I said we kick shit, big shit, million dollar misfits 

Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits 

We kick shit, big shit, million dollar misfits 

Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits 

Yea we finally on (That's the shit that I live for) 

 

Tell the world we on 

Yeah we finally on(That's the shit that I live for) 

(That's the shit that I live for) 

Tell the world we on (That's the shit that I live for 

Who ain't stuntin'? Get real, ho) 

 

Okay shinin' all I know, and ballin' all I do 

Stack the millions winter, spring, and summer, fall I do 

Falling through, you saw my crew 

We red carpet ready, Bitch, you say you are at 2? 

Dead fresh, like we woke up on the runway 

Bad bitch, body bangin like thumbplay 

Red bottoms no high tops roll sick drops 

No Hyundai I'm dumb paid 

 

Dumb sluts couldn't get three stacks out of Andre. 

They ask me what I want, I ask em what you got 

Everything private plane multi million dollar yacht 

Got that off my hand the mansion 

On my way to Cabo, riding suicidal condos 

Get money by the fallows 

 

I said we kick shit, big shit, million dollar misfits 

Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits 

We kick shit, big shit, million dollar misfits 

Million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits 

Yea we finally on (That's the shit that I live for) 

Tell the world we on 

Yeah we finally on(That's the shit that I live for) 

(That's the shit that I live for) 

Tell the world we on (That's the shit that I live for 

Who ain't stuntin'? Get real, ho) 

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