Non poteva esserci titolo migliore per il nuovo EP di Iggy Azalea di “Survive The Summer” lanciato alla mezzanotte del 2 agosto 2018. Una stagione rovente, l’estate di Iggy, tutta da… sopravvivere. Ecco la tracklist completa e tutti i testi delle canzoni.
L’EP è composto da 6 tracce e presenta alcuni brani in collaborazione con gli artisti Tyga e Wiz Khalifa.
All’interno dell’EP ritroviamo anche il singolo”Kream” la prima canzone che ha aperto le porte all’intero album.
Grande assente invece “Savior“, canzone che purtroppo non ha ricevuto l’accoglienza sperata, e quindi non è entrata a far parte dell’EP.
Ascoltando “Survive The Summer” non si può non notare che Iggy Azalea ha, in alcuni casi, creato sound molto interessanti, in altri il livello è sicuramente più modesto.
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Tracklist e Testi di “Survive The Summer” di Iggy Azalea
1. Survive the Summer
Eh-eh-Ahem, special announcement, rich bitches don’t die
And that’s why you won’t survive the summer!
Amen!
Uh, she’s salty, I satay the bitch
Alaia jacket and I slay the bitch
Big body on display and shit
This is just another day and shit
Was down for love, I got played and shit
Cameras flashing down, played at it
I would never ever claim your dick
In interviews, I’m like who’s this
Bitches tryna put a end to me
Producers still sending beats
I send it back in like a day or so
You bitches writing slow like centipedes
My crib got amenities
I just bought a T-Rex tooth, ‘cause I’m try to stomp on this off Flintstone
One look and your bitch gone
Turn a T-Rex tooth to a chain
She cost more than your range
I’ma diamond in the rough
Fancy diamonds by the way
I been making moves, been writing rhymes, been stacking commas
But you? Hold up, bitch, can you survive the summer?
Woah, uh
You won’t survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won’t survive the summer, yeah, yeah, yeah
Can’t stay alive much longer, look, look
You won’t survive the summer!
Ummm, I just wanna get on my Ferrari and drive real slow, so everyone can see my face
I know you bitches gon’ hate this shit
Get the fuck up out my way and shit
Give ‘em hell 365
You would think I’m ‘bout to bake a bitch
Summer’s over, it’s a cold front
Trynna’ stop me is a witch hunt
Lemme’ drop a lil’ wisdom
Crack kills, you a victim
You a victim, you a victim
If I don’t like it then, I switch (uh)
Label tripping so I switch (uh)
Which one? Which one?
Bring the bag and it’s done
Woah, uh
You won’t survive the summer, look, yeah, uh
You won’t survive the summer, yeah, yeah, uh
Can’t stay alive much longer, look, look
You won’t survive the summer!
Hold up bitch (hold up bitch)
I think you’re moving too fast (fast)
Money spent (money spent)
Ain’t even counting the cash (cash)
Hold up bitch (hold up bitch)
I think you’re moving too fast (fast)
Money spent (money spent)
Ain’t even counting the cash (cash)
Trust me it ain’t gonna last, it ain’t gonna last, it ain’t gonna last
You’re ‘bout to fall on your ass
Look, you won’t survive the summer!
You won’t survive the summer, damn, uh
They ain’t getting dumber and dumber (dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber and dumber)
Shit, you won’t survive the summer!
I know these Chanel shoes are ugly but…
That’s your rent, bitch!
2. Tokyo Snow Trip
Rose from, rose from..
Rose from the cracks with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffel bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m totin’
Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus)
My dope, the dopest
Fall asleep with the stove lit
Ho-hocus Pocus
Pinocchio nose drip, Tokyo snow trip
Wake up in Mexico, buenas noches (noches)
Ya bae got no chest (no chest)
Hit the gym, make that ass stretch
Fuck me in the Ghost, that’s slow sex
Ay
Fuck me in the Rolls, get the Rolex
Tell ya chick don’t approach us
My bitches will chase ya like Moët mimosas
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m talkin’
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m totin’
Came, came in a Benz, not a Focus (Focus)
My dope, the dopest
Fall asleep with the stove lit
Ho-hocus Pocus
Pinocchio nose drip, Tokyo snow trip
Wake up in Mexico, Buenas Noches (noches)
Ya bae got no chest (no chest)
Hit the gym, make that ass stretch
Fuck me in the Ghost, that’s slow sex
Ay!
Fuck me in the Rolls, get the Rolex
Tell ya chick don’t approach us
My bitches they chase ya like Moët mimosas
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m talkin’
Rose from the cracks, with the rats and the roaches (roaches)
Bust a duffle bag open (open)
Hush money in the sofa (shhh)
Bitch, you know what I’m totin’
Bitch, you know what I’m totin’
3. Kream
First you get the money
Then you get the power
Respect
Hoes come last
OMG Ronny
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it
Get it, get it, get it
Uh, open up the safe, bitches got a lot to say
Pussy in your face that, I’ll put you in your place (boom)
Seven letters on the plate, fuck you in the brain (bitch)
I got cars, I got bags, I got real estate
Foreplay, I ain’t come to play
I got big fish money, he gon’ bite the bait
Can you drop it down, make that ass talk to me?
Keep that energy, gon’ up that Hennessy (ass)
I need my bag quickly
Separate 6 degrees, bitches said they know me
Sex pistols, Sid Vicious, what you want is horny
Hit me on my cash app, check it in the morning
Cash, in this bitch shinin’
Dressed in designer, she could get heightening
And it’s perfect timing, dream with the tanny
Bella Hadid, homie could get it
Ass
Cash, cash
Ass, bags
Bag
Cash rules everything around me
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (ass, cash, cash)
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (ass, bags)
Ay, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Cash rules everything around me
Ass rules everything around me
Deep in that pussy, ya I’m drowning
A shark in a water, how you found me?
Best gift from ‘round me (I’ma dog)
I go hunting like a bounty (woof)
(cash rules) Ya, make my own rules
Tattoos on that ass, she do nice move
Welcome to the players club, ice cube
Diamonds might make the news
Bitch that’s photoshop like rappers with that autotune (cash)
Uh, your cheques is not a proof
RM 52, anoscope, water proof
Niggas talk a lot of boof, till they outside the both
My niggas like golden state, inbound, pull up and shoot
Cash
Cash, ass
Ass, bags
Bag
Cash rules everything around me
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (ass, cash, cash)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (ass, bags)
Get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, get it (bag)
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Cash rules everything around me
Ass rules, everything around me
Deep in that pussy, got him drowning (drownin’, drownin’)
Cash rules, everything around me
A shark in the water, how you found me? (found me, found me)
Cash rules (Get the money)
Cash rules (Dollar dollar bill y’all)
4. Hey Iggy
Baddest white bitch in the club
Hot boys on my dick in the club
Tell ‘em chill out, super thick in the club
This my new shit, play this in the club (Hey, Iggy)
Pretty squad women make a minute man bust like a semi (rrah)
Hit me late night like Jimmy
If I give it to him once, he gon’ chase me ‘round the city like (hey Iggy)
Where you get that ass? Where’s the number to your doctor ‘cause bitch you bad?
Nosey hoes asking ‘bout my brand new nose
But my bank account, got some brand new O’s (ohh, hah, go it) (hey Iggy)
Heard he got that work, wanna be my assistant
He love the white chocolate, I’m thicker than a snicker
Thicker than a stripper, if she clap it, I’ma tip her (hey Iggy)
Where you get that ass, low-low waist, brand new bag? (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
I say hey Iggy, you’re so fine, you’re so fine, you blow my mind (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
I say hey Iggy, you’re so fine, you’re so fine, you blow my mind (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
Baddest white bitch in the game, I could make Future put down the drink
From trapping in Miami, nominations at the Grammies
Haters can’t stand me but they love me at the bank (hey Iggy)
You want that in all hunnids?
It really turn me on seeing bitches getting money
It really turn me off seeing boys actin’ thirsty
Told them I’d be bad and I curved him (hey Iggy)
Where you get that ass?
Feeling on my booty while I fill my glass
This’s what you want, what you need, huh?
For the dope boys doubling their re-up
For the hot girls pulling at their G-Strings
You’re gon give it to them soon as you leave, huh? (leave, huh?) (hey, Iggy)
Why they hate Iggy?
While you was on a diet, your girl made millies
Fuck beef, I got more estate than Philly
Where you get that ass, low-low waist, brand new bag? (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
I say hey Iggy, you’re so fine, you’re so fine, you blow my mind (hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
Baddest white bitch in the game, I could make Future put down the drank
Baddest white bitch in the club, hot boys on my dick in the club
(Hey Iggy, hey Iggy)
5. Kawasaki
They telling me be humble but they know I’m cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I’m cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I’m sipping saki
I’ma roll like Gotti
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Ah, I’m going live, sit down and watch me
You’re rocking Jordans but you’re Dennis Rodman
I used to get the chicken fingers but now I get the lobster
Or I get the poster, yeah, all my bitches mobbing
Halloween teen fame turned me to a monster
I make him fight for the pussy, I’m Ronda Rousey
Playin’ hard to get, ring around the rosey
If we’re locking, keep it low key, shit
I’m going live
The block is hot
Bistro inside
Barry Sanders tryna juke the truth, he know you lyin’
She popping pussy, pussy swollen, pop a motrin now
I can take my jewellery off, to be the golden child
I’m going live, she just wanna watch
She with you ‘cause you’re rich, she just wants a watch
They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin’ (huh!)
They telling me be humble but they know I’m cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I’m cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I’m sipping saki
I’ma roll like Gotti
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Ah, I’m going live, close your eyes, open wide
I could act like I’m humble but you know I’m not
You mean to act like I don’t know when I know I’m hot
Ex shot by my shiplock, woah
He wanna rock to my tempo
I’m in the endzone, he in the friendzone
If you really on, where you team at? Put them on
Looking in the mirror, only bitch I depend on
Ah, I’m going live, sit down and watch me
See my ass tan, I was in the tropics
‘Bout to catch a flight just to go shopping
This a 1 of 1, what you know about it?
Big amounts, big time accountants, I can only vouch for my accountant
And who I hold it down with
They told me to be humble, so I started humming (mmm, mmm)
Fuck you hoes, I came from nothin’
They telling me be humble but they know I’m cocky
Let me feel myself, yeah, daddy know I’m cocky
Ah, my wrist is rocky, come try and stop me
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Big Phantom grill, cook the streets like hibachi
I’m sipping saki
I’m roll like Gotti
Boy, why you always wanna meet me in the lobby
He wanna pop a wheelie
Ride him like a Kawasaki
Kawasaki, Kawasaki, Kawasaki…
6. OMG
Got it on smash
Got it on smash
Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain’t rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain’t calling ‘bout the guap, I ain’t picking up, picking up (brrp)
Y’all little hoes can’t sit by the pool, you ain’t thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up
Oh My God, this shit different (yah)
Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh My God, this shit different (yah)
Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
He said it tastes so good, I should just serve it on a plate
Bought that Wraith fresh off the lot, that bitch ain’t even got no plates
I be looking at the stars while my pussy in his face
How the fuck could I fall off? I get 250 just to play
They taking shots like, Plaxico
I’m riding waves in, Mexico
You bitches gassed like, Texaco
Ain’t bout that bag, don’t hit my phone
Make sure your money match your mouth before you ever talk ‘bout me
And if you want me to pull up
Just know I’ma need a fee (yah!)
Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain’t rich enough, rich enough (no)
Calls need to stop he ain’t calling ‘bout the guap, I ain’t picking up, picking up (brrp)
Y’all little hoes can’t sit by the pool, you ain’t thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up
Oh My God, this shit different (yah)
Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh My God, this shit different (yah)
Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yeah)
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yeah)
Smoking on some Sticky Icky, need a bitch like Iggy
Hit my phone up for quickee, no shade but I’m picky
Told that bitch to ride my dick, she tried to pop a wheelie
Got so much ass, on a traffic stop to see it
I be rolling tropical weed up
I be on a flight with my feet up
I get on the track and I eat it up
Get her in the bed, I beat it up
Bang, I get the bitch and I change her
Got you bringing weed on the plane
Everywhere, they throw it up gang (hahahaha)
Think he got a chance with a bitch like me, he ain’t rich enough, rich enough (ah, no)
Calls need to stop he ain’t calling ‘bout the guap, I ain’t picking up, picking up (brrp)
Y’all little hoes can’t sit by the pool, you ain’t thick enough, thick enough (go)
Weave so long and the pussy so wet, gon’ eat it up, beat it up
Oh My God, this shit different (yah)
Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh My God, this shit different (yah)
Oh My God, Gucci slippers (yah)
Oh My God, my wrist vicious (yah)
Oh My God, might hurt yo feelings (yah)
Oh My God
Biggest bitch ever!
