Gloriously bonkers pop hip-hop from Iggy Azalea. Much like an even more attitudy and slightly less Parisy version of Uffie. Includes: ludicrously sexy bridge in the form of “no money, no family, sixteen in the middle of Miami”, love of Louboutins, and the act of love for Louboutins leading to this week’s best lyric “head over heels”. Makes sense in context, and oh the context is genius.
This young lady has been blogged about to kingdom come already, so all there is for me to say is that I LOVE THIS.
Now going off to channel my inner rapper, which is clearly a natural identity for a half-Irish girl from Suffolk who can’t even really sing much. I mean obviously.