Iggy Azalea experienced childhood in the New South Wales town of Mullumbimby. Iggy Azalea’s father, Brendan, was an artist and kids’ book writer Iggy Azalea’s mum, Tanya, a sweeper. Iggy Azalea was born as Amethyst Amelia Kelly on June 7th, in the year 1990, in Sydney, Australia. With a perfect pair of tight and magnetizing booty, Iggy Azalea is sure to make you keep admiring them all day long as she flaunts her unparalleled and undeniable persona with such ravishing hot looks. Iggy Azalea’s perfectly curvaceous ass is a thing of pleasurable interest and is surely an attractive side of her pleasingly appealing looks when we talk about her prettiness as a whole. We all know how glamorous Iggy Azalea is and that said her big butt always stands out as a beauty quotient that simply begs for admiration. Rapper T.I., who is otherwise called Tip Harris, disclosed to The Root not long ago that he was still effectively searching for another female rapper who can fix the bungle of Iggy Azalea.
a gigantic misanthrope after he named her his greatest goof as a record-maker. Iggy Azalea has called her previous guide T.I. an immense misanthrope following a meeting in which the Hustle Gang rapper depicted her as his greatest screw up as a record-maker. Iggy Azalea has named her previous tutor T.I.
I’m sittin’ here reminiscin’ Think I just got a lightbulb Somethin’ I’d like to mention, this is just on a side note Word to the Terror Squad, Joe, this is all puns aside though I know me and Mariah didn’t end on a high note But that other dude’s whipped-that pussy got him neutered Tried to tell him this chick’s a nutjob ‘fore he got his jewels clipped Almost got my caboose kicked Fool, quit, you not gon’ do shit I let her chop my balls off too ‘fore I lost to you, Nick I should quit watchin’ news clips, yeah My balls are too big, I should be talkin’ pool ’cause I got scratch So my pocket fall when I’m takin’ shots at you Fuck it, lemme drop the cue stick I’m over the top, like cool whip And I promise you the day I fall off or lose it I will stop and cut off the music Opportunist, wanna kill shit every chance that I got to do this Stackin’ my guap, savage, I’m not to fool with Like a handgun, you could say I’m like a gat when it’s cocked I keep it a (Buck, buck), your ass’ll get shot If rap was an actual Glock You’d act like you strapped when you’re not Only cap that you pop is the top on the can of your pop You the man ’til I pop your top You ain’t Jack in a Box and I ain’t talkin’ a hamburger spot Cracker with the barrel, armed to the teeth, Anderson. G6 globals, who’da thunk it, from the projects Eight balls, some poppy, went and dunked it in the Pyrex Mischievous thoughts ’fore seein’ the sauce Told Montana in the G, chicky poo in the Porsche, uh The Frank Sinatra of the Spanish mobsters We the Jimmy’s Cafe, ain’t no need for operas Had the fiends scream, “Hallelujah,” fuck the prosecutor Gave my nigga fifty years and he was not the shooter When they see us, solitar’ confinement Dig deep in your mind, no pressure, no diamonds So we live a life, drop a hundred at the ferry, yeah My chick’s from San Fran’, but stay out my bay area You salute the cross, or you rebuke the cross Either way you meet the Lord when you get moved across Death knockin’ at your door got you squeezin’ handle And you ain’t seen God ’til you starin down a barrelĪnd I’ve been good, oh All I need is love To the Lord above Oh, oh Yeah, yeah, oh I’m so grateful, all I need is love To the Lord above Yeah We cop new timepieces when these fools deny Jesus Hate is a sin, dog, be real, I got my hand on the pump You on Twitter in your feels, throwin’ subs, arguin’ with chicks I pray for these niggas, same hands that I hustle with Passin’ the offering plates, I’m the preacher in foreign whips Sermons and politics, miracles come with each and every flip That dinero from zero, so heaven-sent Immaculate, blessings from Mary, I reminisce On days we was broke, all we had was some common sense Last night, I had a nightmare I was at the stove I woke up in Paris cookin’ up for Hov That’s why I thank the Lord for givin’ me this life And even when I’m gone the music keepin’ us alive Yeah, it’s called forever-ever Ever-ever, ever-ever, family ties