The complete awesome sauce cup lyric book

Work by Iggy Azelea

Walk a mile in these Louboutins

But they don't wear these s- where I'm from

I'm not hating, I'm just telling you

I'm tryna let you know what the f- that I've been through

Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt

Sugar cane, back lanes

Three jobs,tool years to save

But I got a ticker on that plane

People got a lot to say

But don't know s- about where I was made

Or how many floors that I had to scrub

Just to make it past where I am from

No money, no family

Sixteen in the middle of Miami

No money, no family

Sixteen in the middle of Miami

No money, no family

Sixteen in the middle of Miami

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich

I've been work work work work working on my s-

Milked the whole game twice

Gotta get it how I live

I've been work work work work

Working on my s-

You can hate it or love it

Hustle and the struggle is the only thing

I'm trusting

Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget

White chick on that Pac s-

My passion was ironic

And my dreams were uncommon

Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me

Robbed blind, basically raped me

Ran through the bulls- like a Matador

Just made me madder and adamant to go at em

And even the score

So, I went harder

Studied the Carters till a deal was offered

Slept cold on the floor recording

At 4 in the morning

And now I'm passin the bar like a lawyer

Immigrant, art ignorant

Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit

Mate be inconsiderate

But the Industry took my innocence

Too late, now I'm in this b-

You don't know the half

This s- get real

Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins

What you call that?

Head over heels

No money no family

Sixteen in the middle Miami

No money no family

Sixteen in the middle Miami

No money no family

Sixteen in the middle Miami

I've been up all night, tryna get that rich

I've been work work work work  working on my s-

Milked the whole game twice

Gotta get it how I live

I've been work work work work working on my s-

Pledge allegiance to the struggle

Ain't been easy

But cheers to Peezy for the weeks

We lived out of dupple

Bags is all we had

Do anything for my mama, I Love You

One day I'll pay you back for the sacrifice

That ya managed to muscle

Sixteen, you spent me through customs so

All aboard my spaceship to Mercury

Turn first at the light that's in front me

Cause every night I'mma do it like it's my last

This dream is all that I ever had

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Now get this work

Working on my s-