Spitting some Nicki-meets-Ke$ha obnoxious rhymes over a fairly insipid Diplo-biting beat, Iggy Azalea ambles through Bounce without aim and ends up with a turgid tilt at mainstream success as a result. A weak, safe and ultimately forgettable attempt at club ubiquity.
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