Y2K! (2024)

• Phat Butt
• Oh Shhh...
• Popa
• Bitch I'm Packin'
• Plenty Sun
• Did It First
• BB Belt
• Think U The Shit (Fart)
• Gimmie A Light
• TTYL
• GYAT (Bonus Track)
• Hannah Montana (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• So What? (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• BB Belt (Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Popa (Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Like (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track) 

Phat Butt lyrics - Ice Spice

Uh, man

(Stop playin' with 'em Riot)

(Yup)

Hatin' bitches be angry

Hatin' bitches they ain't me

How the fuck I'm still chewin' b*tches

In grey shorts and a plain tee?

Mad as f*ck if I was them

D&G and it's custom

Cuban Link with a pink gem

I'm the one who they pumpin' (Yup)

Rap bitch on a pop chart

Toastin' bitches like Pop-Tarts

You's a flop, bitch, knock it off

Where the champagne, I'ma pop it off

Bitch, you know you ain't like that

Post a pic and he like that

Fat butt with a back tat

And I been bad like Mike Jack (Yup)

Talk a lot but ain't sayin' shit

I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it

Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most

If you make your bed, better lay in it

Name got the b*tch gaggin'

Hit the bench I been tagged in

Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in

Stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (Yup)

Got these b*tches copyin' my pose

Got these b*tches bitin' on my flows

Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes

And I really write, like f*ck a ghost (Yup)

Chanel bags and it's cashmere

Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (Oh I, oh I)

Bum bitches had a bad year

B*tches stay on my Pauly D

Send 'em back home like the cab's here

Sold half a milli on a mixtape

Prolly more on a quick tape

And it's all real, ain't shit fake (Yup)

Never lucky, I been blessed

Queen said I'm the princess

Been gettin' them big checks

In a big house, havin' rich sex

Jamaican plug named Batman

Pack smellin' like trash cans

Let him beat it from the back

And he eat it up like Pac-Man (Yup)

Niggas fucked, but it ain't many

Lil' body but my name heavy

Baddest out, you can ask Getty

And I never lack 'cause I stay ready

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Shakin' ass got my bands up

Her man callin' and she mad as f*ck

Bitch, be happy I don't answer (Yup)

Oh, I see why they mad, my hearticle

We came from the four lines to four times Grammy nominated, word (Yup)

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my—

Fat butt, pull my—

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my—

Fat-fat-fat-fat

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my—

Fat butt, pull my—

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my—

Fat-fat-fat-fat

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Fat butt, pull my pants up

Suck my d*ck!

Oh Shhh... lyrics - Ice Spice & Travis Scott

[Ice Spice:]

Grrah

Grrah

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

Like

[Ice Spice & Travis Scott:]

Oh, shit, she turn off the spot (She turn off the spot)

Oh, shit, she throwin' the knot (She throwin' the knot, grrah)

Oh, shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' here dance, like)

Oh, shit, she countin' her bands (She countin' her bands)

(Ooh, shit)

Oh, shit, she turn off the spot (She turn off the spot)

Oh, shit, she throwin' the knot (She throwin' the knot, grrah)

Oh, shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' here dance, like)

Oh, shit, she's showin' her thong (She's showin' her thongs, like)

(Ooh, shit)

[Ice Spice:]

Bitch, I'm petty, you know I be on that (Grrah)

Standin' on shit like a floor mat

They keep tryin' to reach me (Huh)

'Cause they know that I never call back (Grrah)

Throwin' back on a BD (BD)

Just know he got that

Hatin' bitches, I gotta ignore that (Grrah)

Need some Grava like road to store (Grrah)

Bitch, I'm facin', don't ask me to pass it (Grrah)

If we beefin', don't ask me to hash it (Grrah)

In the party them clappers is clappin' (Like)

In the party them slappers is slappin' (Damn)

My name Ice, on the beat I be skatin' (Like)

Bitch I'm pretty, I look like I'm payin' (Like)

With a baddie and she lookin' blasian (Damn)

Say my grace 'cause the money amazing (Grrah)

[Ice Spice & Travis Scott:]

Oh, shit, she turn off the spot (She turn off the spot)

Oh, shit, she throwin' the knot (She throwin' the knot, grrah)

Oh, shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' here dance, like)

Oh, shit, she countin' her bands (She countin' her bands)

(Ooh, shit)

Oh, shit, she turn off the spot (She turn off the spot, grrah)

(Huh) Oh, shit, she throwin' the knot (She throwin' the knot, grrah)

Oh, shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' here dance, like)

Oh, shit, she's showin' her thong (She's showin' her thongs, like)

(Ooh, shit)

[Travis Scott:]

Oh, shit, come do it for me

Tea, I'm from TX (Yeah)

Shorty, she come from the BX

Ice and the flame and the Nia (It's lit)

You might get a car and it's keyless

Topless, no V6

I'm out in New York, I'm in Say Less

You might get you more if you say less

I'm cookin' a wave, a flow

They watchin' my moves, remote (Damn)

Cacti down her throat, sent cornrow down her throat

Ooh, shit (Ooh, shit), to smoke we brought us some Knicks

I hope she don' sign to the Knicks

Like the flow Jay, them press on my trip, man

[Ice Spice:]

Oh, shit, she turn off the spot (She turn off the spot)

Oh, shit, she throwin' the knot (She throwin' the knot, grrah)

Oh, shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' here dance, like)

Oh, shit, she countin' her bands (She countin' her bands)

Oh, shit, she turn off the spot (She turn off the spot, grrah)

Oh, shit, she throwin' the knot (She throwin' the knot, grrah)

Oh, shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' here dance, like)

Oh, shit, she's showin' her thong (She's showin' her thongs, like)

Popa lyrics - Ice Spice

Uh, uh

Uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

Uh, uh (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)

Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Grrah)

He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)

And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Just me on the plane and the stewardess

All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Grrah)

Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Grrah)

Skin the color coca, put his nose in (Nose in)

Told him that I love him, I was trollin' (Trollin')

They ain't want me to win, I was chosen (Chosen)

That bitch talkin' shit, she get poked in (Grrah)

Tell her drop a pin, we ain't bowlin' (Grrah)

Make them bitches sick, I got motion (Like)

See her, I'm like, "Grrah," that's the slogan (Like)

Bad bitch, she my twin like the Olsens (Like)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)

Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Grrah)

He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Grrah)

And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Grrah)

Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)

All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Like)

Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Like)

And I feed him good 'cause he a eater (He a eater)

And he beat that cat, call up PETA (Like)

When he goin' slow, tell him, "Speed up" (Uh-huh)

Diamonds on my neck like I'm anema'

I ain't anema' (Like), got that heater (Grrah)

Bad bitches, I'm your leader (Leader)

Mad bitches wanna be her (Like)

Bitches can't see me for nothin' like Sia (Grrah)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Super lit)

Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Stupid wrist)

He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)

And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)

All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Do with it)

Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Food in it)

Grrah

Uh, uh

Uh, uh

Uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

She a stupid bitch

Bitch I'm Packin' lyrics - Ice Spice & Gunna

[Gunna & Ice Spice:]

Yo, yo, Gunna

(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

Ice

(Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

[Ice Spice:]

Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')

Got the jatt on me (Yeah)

Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)

Got the racks on me (Racks on me)

Got the stack on me (Stack on me)

Got the strap on me (Step on me)

I got what he need (Yeah)

He got what I need (Grrah)

Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')

Got the jatt on me (Yeah)

Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)

Got the racks on me (Racks on me)

Got the stack on me (Stack on me)

Got the strap on me (Step on me)

I got what he need (Yeah)

He got what I need (Grrah)

He got felonies (Grrah)

He got hella weed (Grrah)

His bitch ridin' really good

But I got better needs (Grrah)

Mixed bitch (Mixed bitch), ain't no peregrine (Mm)

Rich bitch (Rich bitch), I got 'em melodies

Fuck is you tellin' me? (Is you tellin' me)

Bitch, you lackin' (Bitch, you lackin')

Bitch, you actin' (Bitch, you actin')

You came with pactin' (With pactin')

Don't get packin' (Don't get packin')

Don't be single, nigga

I know you cappin' (I know you cappin')

I know you cappin'

Oh, you tappin'? (All you tappin')

Oh, you wanna tap in? (Oh, you wanna tap in?)

Oh, you want a Mac 10? (Oh, you want a Mac 10?)

Oh, mm, bad as fuck, want a magazine (Magazine)

Mm, high as fuck, what is happenin'?

Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')

Got the jatt on me (Yeah)

Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)

Got the racks on me (Racks on me)

Got the stack on me (Stack on me)

Got the strap on me (Step on me)

I got what he need (Yeah)

He got what I need (Grrah)

[Gunna:]

Yeah, had astrology, every day I smell packingly (Ha)

Racks keep callin' me (Racks)

All these bum apologies (Bum apologies)

Who movin' protegies? (Protegies)

Who got stuff? I'm tryna see (Tryna see)

You my bitch, don't lie to me

Get my AP for my apology (For my apology)

Is the jam up with the Lambo, slide, send the speed

Skyin' me, my top on, got my shirt off, she can see the vee

I just land from Rome, I hope she came from Italy

Icy, got 'em stones sittin' whole, I match her energy

Bitch, you know I ain't lackin' (Yeah)

I gotta treat some new, I lean

Bitch, you know as hell (Bitch, you know as hell)

You don't do no cap (Do no cap)

You be trapped, we love to trap on, geeked up, better 'lone (Get)

Who's got it, fill up, like, roll me up with some (Roll me up with some)

[Ice Spice & Gunna:]

Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin', packin')

Got the jatt on me (Yeah)

Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)

Got the rice on me (Racks on me)

Got the stack on me (Stack on me)

Got the strap on me (Step on me)

I got what he need (Yeah)

He got what I need (Grrah)

Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')

Got the jatt on me (Yeah)

Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)

Got the racks on me (Racks on me)

Got the stack on me (Stack on me)

Got the strap on me (Step on me)

I got what he need (Yeah)

He got what I need (Grrah)

Plenty Sun lyrics - Ice Spice

It's so hard, I don't know how to do with it

Stop playin' with 'em RIOT

He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"

I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty something" (Grrah)

He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"

On my tummy-tun (Grrah), he put his tummy dong (Grrah)

He got plenty funds

We done hit the strip club, he got twenty ones (Twenty ones)

We done hit the strip pouts, he got many guns (Many guns)

Birdy took a fake Brick now he got tummy runs (Tummy runs)

I ain't got no fuckin' kids, I got hella sons (Grrah)

And you're chillin' with a star, not just anyone (Grrah)

And you're chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun (Grrah)

And I pack the José, I got dirty lungs (Grrah)

And I post my fire pics, yeah, the Getty ones (Damn)

Ain't got time for them bitches, yeah, them bitches bomb (Bitches bomb)

I ain't got a lot of friends, I'm meticulous (Like)

All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)

All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)

All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)

All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)

All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Ridiculous, ridiculous)

He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"

I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty something" (Grrah)

He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"

On my tummy-tun (Grrah), he put his tummy dong (Grrah)

You know I'm too fine to be single 'cause I got a man ('Cause I got a man)

But you cute, I fuck with you, I cancel all my plans (All my plans)

Put that shit on, think he fly, he think he Peter Pan (Peter Pan)

How you bitches mad at me? I thought she need a man (Need a man)

Said, "What you tryna do?" (Grrah) "Get me fooled on some bags and designer shoes?" (Grrah)

You ain't crackin' 'til you sign this, I got shit to lose (Shit to lose)

And you munchin' shit first, nigga, I don't make the rules (Huh. Make the rules)

And you ask a lot of shit, nigga, this ain't class (Huh, this ain't class)

You just gotta know I'm bad with a lot of ass (Lot of ass)

You just gotta know I'm P with a lot of plaques (Lot of plaques)

And I always come in first, yeah, I'm never last (Never last)

He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"

I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty something" (Grrah)

He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"

On my tummy-tun (Grrah), he put his tummy dong (Grrah)

And you're chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun

Did It First lyrics - Ice Spice & Central Cee

Tell me, baby, do you understand?

If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Like)

No Uno, I hit the reverse (Grrah)

I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Grrah)

I don't care 'cause he did it first (Like)

If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Damn)

I ain't trippin', I— (I ain't trippin', I—)

I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Like)

I don't care 'cause he did it first

He beg me to stay, but I'm dippin'

I don't even drink, but I'm sippin'

We not fuckin', but he put the tip in (Grrah)

He get on my nerves, but I'm with it (Grrah)

I start thinkin' when he get up in it

I'm like, "Damn, I knew you for a minute" (Damn)

I don't want them niggas in our business (Like)

I'm like, "Bae, you know you the realest" (Grrah)

I'm like, "Fuck it," I know he gon' spend (Like)

I'm with Tati and her thotty friend

We like, "Fuck it," we fuckin' his friends (Grrah)

We gon' party 'til the party ends

I'm a baddie, he fuck with my tats (Like)

Big boobs and it come with a jatt

Say he don't want me, I know he a cap (Cap)

Oh, you cheatin'? Then I'm cheatin' back

If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Like)

No Uno, I hit the reverse (Grrah)

I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Grrah)

I don't care 'cause he did it first (Like)

If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Damn)

I ain't trippin', I— (Alright)

I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Like)

I don't care 'cause he did it first (Uh)

I'm selective with who I get with

Gyal on my phone tryna see who I slept with

She investigating, detective

Lucky for me, I deleted the message

All along, it was me and a bad bitch

But I told her it was me and my bredrin

By the end of this verse, I'll be done

I guess we gon' see in like sixteen seconds

If I went court for all of the times I got caught, I'd have about sixteen felons

I keep comin' with stupid excuses like, "I was juiced and tripped and fell in"

I might take the risk DMin'

But I don't know 'cause these chicks be tellin'

At the minute, I'm hittin' some risky women

I clearly ain't learn my lesson

If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Like)

No Uno, I hit the reverse (Grrah)

I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Grrah)

I don't care 'cause he did it first (Like)

If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Damn)

I ain't trippin', I— (I ain't trippin', I—)

I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Like)

I don't care 'cause he did it first

He did it first, he did it first, he did it first, he did it first

He did it first, he did it first, he did it first

Alright

Understand

Baby, do you understa-sta-sta-sta-sta-sta—

Ooh

Sta-sta-sta-sta-sta-sta—

Ooh

Sta-sta-sta-sta-sta-sta—

Ooh

Sta-sta-sta-sta-sta-sta—

Baby, do you understand?

BB Belt lyrics - Ice Spice

(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)

Truey's on and I BB my belt (Like)

I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)

He hit my line 'cause he know I'm a sell (Grrah)

He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)

I'm a baddie so fuck how she felt (Grrah)

I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)

And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

And I'm lit 'cause I just signed a deal (Grrah)

Everybody be knowin' my name (Like)

Just want the money, I don't want the fame (Like)

And I'm different, they ain't in my lane (Grrah)

Countin' up hundreds, it's how I stay sane (Like)

Picture perfect, he lovin' my frame (Damn)

I'm a baddie, I do what I do (Do what I do)

Like, I'm bad, but my bitches is too (Like)

And they know how to move

Niggas thought we go coo'

I don't get introduced

Yeah, I'm that bitch so they stealin' my juice

This one bitch is built like an ant, ew

Crashouts, and they goin' on rants

Cash cow, I be gettin' them bands (Damn)

Bitches switchin' but they wasn't trans (Grrah)

Truey's on and I BB my belt (Like)

I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)

He hit my line 'cause he know I'm a sell (Grrah)

He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)

I'm a baddie so fuck how she felt (Grrah)

I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)

And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

And I'm thick, but I don't got a waist (Damn)

Think she pretty, but changin' her face (Damn)

Fallin' behind like, bitch, pick up your pace

It was funny 'til I took her place

Her man callin', but I be like, "Who this?" (Who this?)

I'm a switchy bitch, I really do this (Damn)

Light skin, but I'm black, you can tell by my hair (Hair)

I get money, bitch, I am a millionaire (Millionaire)

Walk in the party, everybody gon' stare (What)

If I ain't the one, why the fuck am I here, hm?

Truey's on and I BB my belt (Like)

I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)

He hit my line 'cause he know I'm a sell (Grrah)

He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)

I'm a baddie so fuck how she felt (Grrah)

I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)

And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

Think U The Shit (Fart) lyrics - Ice Spice

What the fuck I'ma say in the intro?

Hahaha

You want me to say somethin' so bad

(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)

Can you, please?

Think you the shit, bitch?

You not even the fart (Grrah)

I be goin' hard (Grrah)

I'm breakin' they hearts, like

Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (Like)

Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (Like)

She could be rich, but I'm richer (Damn)

Take-takin' her man (Takin' her man)

Don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck)

Out in the Yams (Out in the Yams)

And I'm keepin' one tucked (Keepin' one tucked)

I make me some jams (I make me some jams)

Unlock that advance (Unlock that advance)

I said four hundred bands (I said four hundred bands)

Just to do my lil' dance (Grrah)

Bitch, I'm a brand (Like)

Bitch, I'm a baddie, I get what I want (Damn)

All in Balenci', I look like a bum

I got the jatty, he just wanna hump (Hump)

Walk through and start shakin' my hips

I'ma dip when I stack all my chips (Like)

Strip a dummy, I want the whole 'fit

I got a French nigga sendin' me tips, grrah

Think you the shit, bitch?

You not even the fart (Grrah)

I be goin' hard (Grrah)

I'm breakin' they hearts, like

Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (Like)

Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (Like)

She could be rich, but I'm richer (Damn)

His bitch at home playin' dress-up (Huh?)

She must've thought she could catch up (Grrah)

I got my foot on they necks, I can't let up (Grrah)

She all on the floor, told her get up (Get up)

She my son, but I ain't her mammy (I ain't her mammy)

Bitches can't stand me (Bitches can't stand me)

Eat through my panties (Eat through my panties)

Hard knock life, no Annie

I need a vacay, I'm losin' my tan (Damn)

I'd lose anything before my man

I'm a pretty bitch, I don't like fightin'

On the beat, I'm goin' Super Saiyan (Grrah)

I said, "Mirror, mirror, who the fairest?" (Huh?)

Leave a bum nigga lookin' embarrassed (Like)

Spent a hundred-fifty on some carats (Grrah)

That shit cray like them niggas in Paris

Think you the shit, bitch?

You not even the fart (Grrah)

I be goin' hard (Grrah)

I'm breakin' they hearts (Like)

Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (Like)

Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (Like)

She could be rich, but I'm richer (Damn)

Gimmie A Light lyrics - Ice Spice

Jus gimme the light and pass the dro

Buss anotha bokkle a Moët

Gyal dem inna mi sight and I gots to know

Which one is gonna catch my flow

Stop playing with 'em, RIOT

Hot boxin' the V, like, give me a light (Light that)

Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)

Took her man, I'm getting him right (Yeah)

Big knock, like, why would I fight? (Grrah)

Hot boxin' the V, like, give me a light (Light that)

Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)

Took her man, I'm getting him right (Yeah)

Big knock, like, why would I fight? (Grrah)

Big knock, like I'm not a fighter (Grrah)

Big Ice, I don't need a writer (Like)

Her man callin' me baby (Grrah)

I-I'm Miss Poopie, like, I need a diaper (Grrah)

Watch your mouth 'cause my bitch get scrappy (Get scrappy)

Fuck you mean? Bitch, it never gave tacky (What)

Off the liquor, we be gettin' nasty (Huh)

Ghetto, fabulous and fancy

She getting loud but nobody moved (What)

Talk of the town, I'm making the news (Facts)

Pretty-ass face and some pretty-ass boobs

Pretty-ass bitch, I be shaking the room (Grrah)

Stank-ass bitch tryna grill me

She actin' lost, but of course she in tune (Grrah)

Hot boxin' the V, like, give me a light (Light that)

Fat ass so the pants fit tight (Yeah)

Took her man, I'm getting him right (Yeah)

Big knock, like, why would I fight? (Yeah)

Hot boxin' the V, like, give me a light (Light that)

Fat ass so the pants fit tight (Yeah)

Took her man, I'm getting him right (Yeah)

Big knock, like, why would I fight? (Yeah)

I took your man out of boredom (Grrah)

Bad bitch came straight out of Fordham (Grrah)

Now I'm rocking Balenci' (Damn)

I remember I couldn't afford 'em (Damn)

Like, bitches be losin' the plot (Yeah)

And that's how I got to the top (Grrah)

And, no, I don't got any opps (Grrah)

Like, why would I beef with a flop? (Grrah)

Like, let's talk drill (Yeah)

Who bigger than she? (Like)

Who prettier too? (Like)

Two-fifty to get in the booth (Damn)

Like, let's be real (Grrah, let's be real)

Who bigger than me? (Grrah)

Who littier too? (Grrah)

That's why I can take your boo (Damn)

Hot boxin' the V, like, give me a light (Light that)

Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)

Took her man, I'm getting him right (Yeah)

Big knock, like, why would I fight? (Yeah)

Hot boxin' the V, like, give me a light (Light that)

Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)

Took her man, I'm getting him right (Yeah)

Big knock, like, why would I fight? (Yeah)

Jus gimme the light and pass the dro

Buss anotha bokkle a Moët

Gyal dem inna mi sight and I gots to know

Which one is gonna catch my flow

'Cause I'm inna the vibes and I got my dough

Buss anotha bokkle a Moët

Gyal dem lookin' hype and I gots to know

TTYL lyrics - Ice Spice

(Grrah, grrah, grrah)

First thing when I wake up (Grrah)

I make sure my cake up (Cake up)

I do my hair, put a lil' bit of make-up (Grrah)

Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (Haters)

All black, dressed like a skater (Skater)

No friends, bitches be faker (Grrah)

No rocks, no scissors (Grrah, hehe)

Just gettin' that paper (Grrah)

Gettin' that paper like I never had it (Like)

Emptyin' the store is my only bad habit (Grrah)

Empty the clip if them bitches want static (Work)

Shakin' ass just so he wanna grab it (Grrah)

Ask how his bitch, she go play in some traffic (Work)

Five stars lunchin' (Lunchin')

Bad bitch, so he munchin' (Munchin')

Shoot a movie at Dunkin

I'm a brand, it's nothin' (Nothin')

I'm a star on TV (Grrah)

All in my face, what them bitches won't see (Grrah)

All in my comments, they suckin' my D

Shakin' my head, I be suckin' my teeth, pleae

Like, I know I'm that bitch who that bitch wanna be, grrah

First thing when I wake up (Grrah)

I make sure my cake up (Cake up)

I do my hair, put a lil' bit of make-up (Grrah)

Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (Haters)

All black, dressed like a skater (Skater)

No friends, bitches be faker (Grrah)

No rocks, no scissors (Grrah, hehe)

Just gettin' that paper (Grrah)

Talkin' shit on there, now I'ma drag her (Drag her)

No call for that bitch, like, why would I tag her? (Why?)

Thats why her man wanna play in my clappers (Clappers)

We in the V and we playin' my slappers, damn

It's bad, he's gon' look (Whoa)

She lookin' right in that Christian Dior

And I don't even drink, but I'm lettin' her pull, grrah

She shakin', shakin' (Shakin')

Gettin' naked, naked (Naked)

Be on my life, tryna throw me a stick

And I'm cappin' to him like I know how to take it (Like)

It's cool, I'ma fake it (Fake it)

I just let him taste it

He talkin' nice, so I'm lettin' him crack it

I'm throwin' it back, I'm like, "Baby, don't break it"

First thing when I wake up (Grrah)

I make sure my cake up (Cake up)

I do my hair, put a lil' bit of make-up (Grrah)

Of course, I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (Haters)

All black, dressed like a skater (Skater)

No friends, bitches be faker (Grrah)

No rocks, no scissors (Grrah, hehe)

Just gettin' that paper (Grrah)

(Like)

(Like, I'ma talk to you later)

(Grrah, gettin' that paper)

(Talk to you later)

(Grrah, I'ma talk to you later)

(Grrah, I be gettin' that paper)

GYAT lyrics - Ice Spice

(MC, make another hit)

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

She throwin' it (Back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Ba-back, back, back)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Ba-back, back, back)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Ba-back, back, back)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Ba-back, back, back)

I'm from the X, so I'm packin' that jatt

Got out the hood and I ain't going back

Built like a Barbie, but act like a brat

You know I'm the baddest, like, keep it a stack

If it ain't 'bout money, I ain't talkin' 'bout that

I be poppin', you bitches be flat

I be shakin', and he like, "Gyatt" ('Yatt, 'yatt, 'yatt, that ass)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, that ass)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, that ass)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Back, back, that ass)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Back, back)

Haters get (Back, back, that ass)

I ain't a baker, but I got that cake

Walk in the party and everything shake

Throw so much money, we gon' need a rake

Shawty so thick, I can't tell if it's fake

Top-one baddie, ain't in the debate

Fat butt and she don't got a waist

Like, back up, you gon' fuck up my lace (Like, like, like)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, that ass)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, back)

She throwin' it (Back, back, that ass)

Hannah Montana lyrics - Ice Spice, NLE Choppa & DaBaby

[Ice Spice:]

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us

I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust

I don't love niggas, I just be in lust

Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus

Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat

Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats

Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope

Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote

Munchin' me down and say, "It taste like water"

Do niggas foul 'cause I'm my mother's daughter

Fine lil' shit and her money got taller

Rappers ain't shit, I might fuck with a baller (Baller, baller)

Might fuck with a scammer

Best of both worlds like I'm Hannah Montana

Sold out show when I be in Atlanta

Tweakin' together like Rula Santana

With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us

I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust

I don't love niggas, I just be in lust

Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus

Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat

Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats

Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope

Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote

[NLE Choppa:]

Ayy, she wanna hold on my chopper

If she spot an opper, she bound to pop 'em, uh (Grrt)

Lil' mama hotter than lava

She driving me crazy, I need her asylum

Eat it up, eat it up, ride me, keep it up

Don't slow down 'til you bust like a Nina

No glove, OJ, condom, no way

Raw dog with her is the only way

[Ice Spice:]

With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us

I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust

I don't love niggas, I just be in lust

Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus

Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat

Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats

Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope

Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote

[DaBaby:]

Baby, when we goin', put my gun in your bag

Her mama say she think that I'm a thug and she mad (Hey)

See, she tryna keep her shape right

She been in the gym, they in love with the ass

Addicted to it, she must be a drug 'cause she bad

Married to the money, I'm in love with the cash

Hatin' for a minute, niggas love when you crash (Uh-huh)

Put it on his fitted, it's a dub on his ass (A dub)

Super fine shit

Never been too friendly if you asked, I probably wouldn't give a hug to your ass (Nope)

Let me put the AR with the drum in your bag (Brr)

Actin' like we in this bitch in love when we smash (Smash, smash)

[Ice Spice:]

With my bitches, but thinkin' 'bout us

I'm from the Bronx, so it's no one I trust

I don't love niggas, I just be in lust

Thank God I'm rich, I was just on a bus

Grrah, now I'm cool on a boat

Yeah, I got slim, but I still eat my oats

Hate me a nigga that give bitches hope

Bae, watch your mouth, 'cause you know what I tote

So What? lyrics - Ice Spice

Buss up in like so what? What you gonna do?

Buss up in like so what? (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

What you gonna do, do?

I like to spend all the money he makes, so what if I'm spoiled? (So what if I'm spoiled?)

I get whatever I want, he get me whatever I need, need (Gimme that)

Can't keep your hands off my body, no (Ugh)

Since I got that boy in control (Grrah), I do whatever I want (Yeah)

I get whatever I want (I get whatever I want)

Doin' whatever I please (Doin' whatever I please)

Give me whatever I want (Give me that)

I get whatever I need (Ugh)

I like to spend all the money he makes, so what if I'm spoiled? (What if I'm spoiled, grrah)

I like to spend all the money he makes, so what if I'm spoiled? (Yeah)

Bitches on dick but ain't poppin' shit, I post a flick and they flock to it

Don't like my shit but they watchin' it

Don't give a fuck they ain't stoppin' shit

I [?] the shade and I'm blockin' it

Bitches be broke, I'm the opposite

But when they see my body, I'm done up, I dare a shorty to run up

He used to be here but we all know what happened (Yeah)

Now his pockets be fucked up

Li-living the life that these bitches imagine (Imagine), new sets still snappin'

He fake [?] money, we know he be cappin' (Cappin')

In a group chat laughin', u-huh, LOL

Pussy water, ain't got no smell

Waste on small ass on [?] (Ugh)

He built like this, he gon' always excel, yeah

I like to spend all the money he makes, so what if I'm spoiled? (So what if I'm spoiled?)

I get whatever I want, he get me whatever I need, need (Gimme that)

Can't keep your hands off my body, no (Ugh)

Since I got that boy in control (Grrah), I do whatever I want (Yeah)

I get whatever I want (I get whatever I want)

Doin' whatever I please (Doin' whatever I please)

Give me whatever I want (Give me that)

I get whatever I need (Ugh)

I like to spend all the money he makes, so what if I'm spoiled? (What if I'm spoiled, grrah)

I like to spend all the money he makes, so what if I'm spoiled? (Gimme that, yeah)

I got this nigga, I know from the town

That less spendin' money on me ([?])

He ain't the only one that's finna do it

So he don't mean nothin' to me (So he don't mean nothin' to me)

I-I ain't the type that's gon' ask you for nothin'

That I could go get by myself (Huh)

Pop out with my bitches, we all gettin' money, but I'm in the bank by myself

My taste is expensive, I-I got a shoppin' addiction (Yeah)

I don't entertain broke shit (Yeah), why you postin' a life you ain't living? (Huh)

You-you takin' care of your niggas when more than your bitches, you gotta do better

I asked her for money and I got a ASAP, you asked him tookin' forever (Huh, like)

I like to spend all the money he makes, so what if I'm spoiled? (So what if I'm spoiled?)

I get whatever I want, he get me whatever I need, need (Gimme that)

Can't keep your hands off my body, no (Ugh)

Since I got that boy in control (Grrah), I do whatever I want (Yeah)

I get whatever I want (I get whatever I want)

Doin' whatever I please (Doin' whatever I please)

Give me whatever I want (Give me that)

I get whatever I need (Ugh)

I like to spend all the money he makes, so what if I'm spoiled? (What if I'm spoiled, grrah)

I like to spend all the money he makes, so what if I'm spoiled? (Gimme that, yeah)

BB Belt (Remix) lyrics - Ice Spice & Bb trickz

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

Trueys on and I BB my belt (Like)

I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)

He hit my line 'cause he know I'm myself (Grrah)

He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)

I'm a baddie, so fuck how she felt (Grrah)

I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)

And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

And I'm lit 'cause I just signed a deal (Grrah)

Everybody be knowin' my name (Like)

Just want the money, I don't want the fame (Like)

And I'm different, they ain't in my lane (Grrah)

Countin' up hundreds is how I stay seen (Like)

Picture perfect, he lovin' my frame (Damn)

I'm a baddie, I do what I do (Do what I do)

Like, I'm bad, but my bitches is too (Like)

And they know how to move (Move)

Niggas talk, we go ku (Ku)

I don't get introduced

Yeah, I'm that bitch, so they stealin' my juice (You know)

This one bitch is built like an ant, ew (Ew)

Crash outs, and they goin' on rants (Ew)

Cash cow, I be gettin' them bands (Damn)

Bitches switchin' but they wasn't trans (Grrah)

Trueys on and I BB my belt (Like)

I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (No, no)

He hit my line 'cause he know I'm myself

He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)

I'm a baddie, so fuck how she felt (Butt kick)

I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Butt kick)

And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

Like, ah, una mimada

Ganga de baddies y todas son malas

Mala con balas, no chucky con falda

ATM, todas son gangas (ATM)

Like, ah, ¿y ahora qué pasa?

Quiere coro, ¿qué coño? Qué plasta

¿Que ahora que quiere? Un chin de la salsa

Ahora me la da, será que está en baja

I'm a baddie, una hija de put (Grr)

Esa también, Winnie the Pooh

Una blanquita sobrá' de actitud

Prendía' reuniones, soy mala, ¿y tú? (¿Y tú?)

Butt to butt con bestie, VV ice, that's so [?]

Si dan spice, I just might be (Mmm)

Double fetty, I'm so icy, bitch

Like ah, uh, Bb en el Benz, Chanel en el suelo

Las mías dan bala, no tiran del pelo (Like grrah)

Salgo, se llenan de nuevo (Grrah)

Salgo, me busco de nuevo (Pa-paw)

Si subo el rack, es un rack nuevo

No tengo racks pa' postureo

Si lo saco, lo gasto, lo quemo

Trueys on and I BB my belt (Like)

I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)

He hit my line 'cause he know I'm myself (Grrah)

He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)

I'm a baddie, so fuck how she felt (Grrah)

I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)

And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

And I'm thick, but I don't got a waist (Damn)

Think she pretty, but changin' her face (Damn)

Fallin' behind like, bitch, pick up your pace

It was funny 'til I took her place

Her man callin', but I be like, "Who this?" (Who this?)

I'm a switchy bitch, I really do this (Damn)

Lightskin, but I'm black, you could tell by my hair (Hair)

I get money, bitch, I am a millionaire (Millionaire)

Walk in the party, everybody gon' stare (What?)

If I ain't the one, why the fuck am I here, hm?

Trueys on and I BB my belt (Like)

I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)

He hit my line 'cause he know I'm myself (Grrah)

He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)

I'm a baddie, so fuck how she felt (Grrah)

I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)

And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

Popa (Remix) lyrics - Ice Spice & Anuel AA

La AA

Uh, uh

Real hasta la muerte, ¿oíste, cabrón?

Uh, uh

Anuel

Brr

Uh, uh, uh, uh

¿Ah?

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)

Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Grrah)

He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)

And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Just me on the plane and the stewardess

All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Brr)

Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (La AA)

100 millone' en el banco, en los tiroteo' no me tranco

Bajan to' los patrone' y hacemo' una reunión de narco

Los pillo en los concierto' y le' entro a bofetá' como Franco

Mandamo' en toa' las prisione', low, las USP y los campo'

Estuve en la penitenciaria y sobornamo' al guardia (Sobornamo' al guardia)

Conducta indisciplinaria, ejecutamo' y metemo' el iPhone por la yarda

Me monto a ti hasta Lewis, te metemo' sesenta en la boca, Jay Alvin (Brr)

Te vacío el tambor de setenta y sigo sacando peine' de la Birkin, brr

Te prendo el Terminator, 27 rojo sector (Grrah, 27)

Te bajamo' el finger como gladiator (Uh)

Si CHIMI no fuese cantante ya estuviese muerto (Brr)

No creo en nombre' como El Tuerto (Que en paz descanse Pacho)

Desde que Elías White Leon le metió las bofetá' a Héctor (¡Jaja!), brr

Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)

All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Like)

Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Like)

And I feed him good 'cause he a eater (He a eater)

And he beat that cat, call up PETA (Like)

When he goin' slow, tell him, "Speed up" (Uh-huh)

Diamonds on my neck like I'm anema'

I ain't anema' (Like), got that heater (Grrah)

Bad bitches, I'm your leader (Leader)

Mad bitches wanna be her (Like)

Bitches can't see me for nothin' like Sia (Grrah)

Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Super lit)

Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Stupid wrist)

He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)

And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)

Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)

All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Do with it)

Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Food in it)

Grrah

Uh, uh

Uh, uh

Uh, uh

Uh, uh, uh, uh

She a stupid bitch

Like lyrics - Ice Spice

Grrah, like

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

Why you tryna come for me, like?

(Why you tryna come for me?)

I mean, he a munch, he in love with me (Grrah)

Like, please, not too much on me (Not too much on me)

I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly, like

Why you tryna come for me, like?

They know they can't fuck with me

I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly

Like, please, not too much on me (Grrah)

Okay, let's talk about facts

She gettin' bigger than rap

In his mind, I be runnin' them laps

I got my niggas unchecked (Grrah)

Feel like GloRilla, I'm blessed

They wanna know what's next (Uh)

Bitches got me vexed, left my ex depressed

Not too much on me (Damn)

If you say that shit in private, say it publicly (Mm)

When they said I wouldn't make it, that shit stuck with me

Now it's up with me, bitches know what's up with me

Niggas know what's up with me (Like)

Walkin' with my shades on, hoodie on

I ain't tryna end up on the shade room

Never been a dayroom

I done kicked the door down on this bitch, they gotta make room

"How she hit the charts off a word, ain't she fake news?"

I got all my haters sick (Uh), now they face, boo

Screamin' FNF (Grrah), like, I hate dudes

I don't even chase my lick, why would I chase you?

Yesterday, woke up that bitch, today, the same move

Why you tryna come for me, like?

(Why you tryna come for me?)

I mean, he a munch, he in love with me (Grrah)

Like, please, not too much on me (Not too much on me)

I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly, like

Why you tryna come for me, like?

They know they can't fuck with me

I be poppin' shit, but do it humbly

Like, please, not too much on me (Grrah)

Like..? (2023)

 

• In Ha Mood
• Princess Diana
• Gangsta Boo
• Actin A Smoochie
• Bikini Bottom
• Munch (Feelin' U)
• How High? (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Butterfly Ku (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Deli (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• Princess Diana (Remix) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
• On The Radar (Freestyle) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

In Ha Mood lyrics - Ice Spice

Where were you last week, when you stopped coming by?

Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT

Like, damn, she in her mood (Grrah)

Like, damn, she in her mood (Boom)

Like, damn, she in her mood (In her mood, she in her mood)

Like, damn, she in her mood (She in her mood)

She lit, get money too (Like)

Like, damn, she in her mood (She in her mood), damn

In the mirror, I'm doin' my dance (Like)

And he packin', I know by his pants (Grrah)

He a rapper, but don't got a chance

Stuck in my ways so I'm lovin' my bands (Damn)

Like a million views in a day (Like)

It's so many ways to get paid (Grrah)

I tried dippin', he begged me to stay

Bae, I'm not stayin', I just wanna play (Just wanna play)

In the party, he just wanna rump (Rump)

Big boobs and the butt stay plump (Stay plump)

She a baddie, she know she a ten (Baddie, ten)

She a baddie with her baddie friend (Damn, friend)

They like, "Ice, how you always stay hot?" (Hot)

Oh, they mad 'cause I keep makin' bops (Bops)

Oh, she mad 'cause I'm takin' her spot

If I was bitches, I'd hate me a lot (Grrah)

Like, damn, she in her mood (Grrah)

Like, damn, she in her mood (Boom)

Like, damn, she in her mood (In her mood, she in her mood)

Like, damn, she in her mood (She in her mood)

She lit, get money too (Like)

Like, damn, she in her mood (She in her mood), damn

No friends, I don't fuck with the fakes (Grrah)

Sayin' they love me, but wantin' my place (Like)

Step in the party, I'm lookin' the baddest

So the paparazzi in my face (Grrah)

Pretty bitch, but I came from the gutter

Said I'd be lit by the end of the summer (Like)

And I'm proud that I'm still gettin' bigger (Damn)

Goin' viral is gettin' 'em sicker

Like, what? Let's keep it a buck (Huh)

Bitches too borin', got 'em stuck in a rut (Damn)

Lamborghini roarin' when I hop out the truck (Huh)

Pretty bitch like Lauren with a big ass butt, yup

Pretty face and the waist all gone (Huh)

And I'm makin' 'em wait, hold on (Hold on)

And I'm makin' 'em wait, hold on (Hold on)

Wait, hold on (Grrah, hold on)

Like, damn, she in her mood (Grrah)

Like, damn, she in her mood (Boom)

Like, damn, she in her mood (In her mood, she in her mood)

Like, damn, she in her mood (She in her mood)

She lit, get money too (Like)

Like, damn, she in her mood (She in her mood, damn)

Like, damn, she in her mood (Grrah)

Like, damn, she in her mood (Boom)

Like, damn, she in her mood (In her mood, she in her mood)

Like, damn, she in her mood (She in her mood)

She lit, get money too (Like)

Like, damn, she in her mood (She in her mood, damn)

Princess Diana lyrics - Ice Spice

Stop playin' with 'em Riot

Like, grah, keep it a stack bitches move wock, 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin' I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin money I know who I am (Grah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grah)

If he smart he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grah)

Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass

Like grah, keep it a stack, bitches move wock, 'cause they know I got bands

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin money, I know who I am (Grah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grah)

Bitches slow, so I give 'em a pass

And I just fell in love with a gangsta, so he put my name in a tatt (Like damn)

But I don't let him come to the crib (Grah)

So we get it on where we at (Grah)

Nowadays I be duckin' them cameras

And they hype that I'm up on them banners

Callin' my phone, but they know I don't answer (Why?)

In the hood I'm like Princess Diana (Grah)

I'm thick, 'cause I be eatin' oats (Huh)

Bitches not takin' shit from me but notes

Wanna be me, so she do my emotes

And my name in her mouth so I bet she gon' choke (Bitch)

To her man I'm the girl of his dreams

Thinkin' 'bout me when he brushin' his teeth

He keep textin', I leave him on seen

Hottest bitch out and they know what I mean (Know what I mean)

Like grah keep it a stack bitches move wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin' I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin money I know who I am (Grah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my Gram (Grah)

If he smart he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grah)

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass

Like grah, keep it a stack, bitches move wock, 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin money, I know who I am (Grah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grah)

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass

Lookin' at me like who bigger than she? (Who)

I'm the one who they wishin' to be (Damn)

Takin' my time, 'cause I don't wanna bait

If you makin your plate, then I already ate (Grah)

I book a flight and go chill in Tulum

Turnin' heads when I walk in the room (Like)

I know he want me, his bitch is a lame and she make in a year what I spend on a chain (Spend on my chain)

Makin' it rain (Makin' it rain)

Doin' my thing (Like)

And I'm young, still gettin money my pockets is chubby, nothin' was the same (Huh)

Takin' ya boo (Takin' ya boo)

Makin' it move

Like flexin' on niggas and bitches addictin', feenin' for me like they usually do (Usually do)

Like grah keep it a stack bitches move wock, 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin money I know who I am (Grah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my gram (Grah)

If he smart he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger they got ya head gassed (Grah)

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass

Like grah, keep it a stack, bitches move wock, 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin money, I know who I am (Grah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grah)

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass

Gangsta Boo lyrics - Ice Spice & Lil Tjay

Stop playin' with em', Riot

A baddie gon' get what she like (Grah)

So what's your sign? 'Cause I like you (Like)

Got a place we can stay for the night

But I'm too shy to invite you (Grah)

You got a gangsta vibe (Vibe)

And I want a gangsta boo (Boo)

One of a dangerous kind (Grah)

I'm tryna see how a gangsta move

He never worried 'bout' no exes

All on my body, I'm the bestest

Diamonds keep dancin' on my necklace

Bitch stay mad, just like the rest is (Grah)

On Fordham, my drip was the same (Facts)

Hit up Benny when I need a chain (Like)

Made it out, soon as I got fame (Grah)

Walkin' past, and they yellin' my name

Damn, Like they going ku (Go ku)

I'ma fan but I'm keepin' my cool (Keepin' my cool)

And I like it when you call me boo (Like boo)

Bae, I just wanna do what you do (Like)

Fuck ya thots, I'm takin they spot (They spot)

Bitches know that I am what they not

I'ma help you get back at the opps (Grah)

Bae, can I come when you spinnin' they block? (Grah)

And I swear that you be on my mind (My mind)

Yeah I'm lit, but for you I'll make time (Make time)

Niggas waitin', you skipping the line (Like)

I was debating on makin' you mine (Grah)

And you fly, I can tell by ya belt

And you make what the cards you was dealt (You was dealt)

By my side, then you takin no L

He all like "Damn ice, you makin' me melt" (Grah)

Got a man, but I hope you don't care (Care)

When I'm with him, I wish you was there (Facts)

Takin' that risk, bae, you know I'm not scared (Like)

What he think? He know shit isn't fair (Like)

Flexin' together, I know we go better (Grah)

We stay hot, it don't matter the weather (Grah)

His bitches mad that he gettin' me wetter (Grah)

Damn, I ain't feel like this way in forever (Grah)

A baddie gon' get what she like (Grah)

So what's your sign? 'Cause I like you (Like)

Got a place we can stay for the night

But I'm too shy to invite you (Grah)

You got a gangsta vibe (Vibe)

And I want a gangsta boo (Boo)

One of a dangerous kind (Grah)

I'm tryna see how a gangsta move

I don't think you should play with me (Why?)

'Cause you gon' end up just like the last opp

I'm a thug on some drugs

In a home, and say long before rap, I was playing the back box

I don't know if I'm high, I just 2 bopped

But your shit look like you got ass shots

Treat that bitch like the opps when the boys tryna slide

And they see me, I'm giving her back shots

I'm like "Ice, your shit looking fat"

I'm a gangsta, I keep it legit

I could hold you, I told her some secrets

So she know I be on that shit

Told her "Not so much know what you know"

That's when she told me "Daddy, I'm zipped"

If the boys ever try to come crash me

I'ma tell them "No habla English"

And together we sound like brish

They can't do it like you, and they wish

Fuck the opps, are you ready for beef?

So you know what to do with the

See an opp, I don't fold, I go quick

Like "Who next tryna go on my list?"

If he throw up a 4 we gon' blitz 'em

How many of them gon 'go in my spliff

My little shawty, I treat her like gang

And she know she mean like no rap nigga

I'm the youngest to do it you had a shot

Blew it, of course, she gon' leave my sack bigger

That lil' nigga ain't nothing like me

And I'm definitely nothing like that nigga

Word around is ya nigga could fight

So you better tell him I clap niggas

A baddie gon get what she like (Grah)

So what's your sign? 'Cause I like you (Like)

Got a place we can stay for the night

But I'm too shy to invite you (Grah)

You got a gangsta vibe (Vibe)

And I want a gangsta boo (Boo)

One of a dangerous kind (Grah)

I'm tryna see how a gangsta move

Actin A Smoochie lyrics - Ice Spice

Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT

Grrah

Baddie, he makin' me thicka (Makin' me thicka)

Rob his heart, bitch, it's a stick up (Stick up)

I can't be fallin' in love with a nigga (In love with a)

Pockets was small, they got bigga (Uh-huh)

You did me wrong, what I do? (What I do?)

Actin' a smoochie when I'm off da liquor (Like)

Showin' my thong, going ku (Go ku)

Throwin' it back and I watch him get bigger (Huh)

Baby, I watch how I move

Bitches, they see me, don't know what to do, like

Baddie, I get in my mood (In my mood)

Nigga a munchie, he eat me like food, damn (Grrah)

He eatin' it up

Kitty on water, he beatin' it up (Beatin' it up)

On fire, heatin' it up

Bitches be dirty, I'm cleanin' 'em up (Ugh)

Gimme a tissue

Why would I miss you when you was the issue? (Huh)

Don't wear the shoe if the shoe doesn't fit you (Like)

Only around me when it's beneficial (Grrah)

Stop textin' my phone

Nigga be feinin', like leave me alone, damn (Leave me alone)

Back in my zone (In my zone)

Don't want the feelings, I just want the dome (Grrah)

Baddie, he makin' me thicka (Makin' me thicka)

Rob his heart, bitch, it's a stick up (Stick up)

I can't be fallin' in love with a nigga (In love with a)

Pockets was small, they got bigga (Uh-huh)

You did me wrong, what I do? (What I do?)

Actin' a smoochie when I'm off da liquor (Like)

Showin' my thong, going ku (Go ku)

Throwin' it back and I watch him get bigger (Huh)

Throwin' it back, put it right in his face (In his face)

He like how it taste (How it taste)

He grabbin' my waist (Uh-huh)

Got 'em itchin' to stay (Grrah)

He the bank and I'm makin' him chase (yeah)

I'm a baddie, I'm havin' my way (My way)

Nigga a munchie so we cannot date (Like)

He a eater, I made sure he ate (Grrah)

No, you cannot have your boo back (Huh)

If I'm shootin' my shot, he gon' shoot back (Grrah)

I'm on his head like a durag (Huh)

Shittin' on bitches, I do that (I do that)

Shittin' on bitches my hobby (Huh)

Body too crazy, they all on my body like (All on my body like)

All on my body like

Baddie, he makin' me thicka (Makin' me thicka)

Rob his heart, bitch, it's a stick up (Stick up)

I can't be fallin' in love with a nigga (In love with a)

Pockets was small, they got bigga (Uh-huh)

You did me wrong, what I do? (What I do?)

Actin' a smoochie when I'm off da liquor (Like)

Showin' my thong, going ku (Go ku)

Throwin' it back and I watch him get bigger (Huh)

Baddie, he makin' me thicka (Makin' me thicka)

Rob his heart, bitch, it's a stick up (Stick up)

I can't be fallin' in love with a nigga (In love with a)

Pockets was small, they got bigga (Uh-huh)

You did me wrong, what I do? (What I do?)

Actin' a smoochie when I'm off da liquor (Like)

Showin' my thong, going ku (Go ku)

Throwin' it back and I watch him get bigger

Bikini Bottom lyrics - Ice Spice

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

How can I lose if I'm already chose? Like

If she feelin' hot, then I make that bitch froze

And I get a bitch tight every time that I post, damn

The party not lit, then I'd rather not go (Why would I go?)

If she feelin' hot, then I make that bitch froze

And I get a bitch tight every time that I post, damn

Bitches down bad, they be on my ass

I can hear you hatin' from the back (The back)

Balenciaga baddie, got a bag (A bag)

Nigga munchin', ate it from the back (The back)

Nigga fiendin', gotta play it cool (Huh?)

Got the jatty, I'ma make it move (Goddamn)

Breakin' records and I'm breakin' news

Bitches be pressed, like, "Who you?" (Who you?)

I get whatever I like

Bitches won't bark, but they wanna bite (Grah)

I got two milli' for usin' a mic, bitch

Think about that when you type (Haha)

She wanna party with Spice (Party with Spice)

And the body gon' eat, bon appétit

Ass on fat with the waist on sleek (Yeah)

Ginger hair, pretty, calm, beat

How can I lose if I'm already chose? Like

If she feelin' hot, then I make that bitch froze

And I get a bitch tight every time that I post, damn

The party not lit, then I'd rather not go (Why would I go?)

If she feelin' hot, then I make that bitch froze

And I get a bitch tight every time that I post, damn

Look in the mirror, I'm feelin' me (Feelin' me)

Stackin' money where the ceilin' be (Ceilin' be)

Twenty to stand on a couch (Couch)

When out of town, fuck if they feelin' me (Feelin' me)

He like the way that I dress (Yes)

Throw on Balenci' to flex (Grrah)

Like MiMi, I got 'em obsessed (Obsessed)

Them bitches see me as a threat (Yes)

The baddest in the room (Baddest in the room)

So tell 'em to make room

Diamonds glisten on my boob (Boob)

They gon' listen to my tune (Tune)

Flow the nicest, but I'm rude (Rude)

I like niggas, bitches too (Bitches too)

Ayo, baddie, what it do? (What it do?)

Ayo, Maddie, what it do? (Hah)

How can I lose if I'm already chose? Like

If she feelin' hot, then I make that bitch froze

And I get a bitch tight every time that I post, damn

The party not lit, then I'd rather not go (Why would I go?)

If she feelin' hot, then I make that bitch froze

And I get a bitch tight every time that I post, damn

Munch (Feelin' U) lyrics - Ice Spice

Grrah

(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

Grrah

You thought I was feelin' you? (Nah)

That nigga a munch

Nigga a eater, he ate it for lunch

Bitch, I'm a baddie, I get what I want, like

You thought I was feelin' you? (Nah, thought I was feelin' you?)

That nigga a munch

Nigga a eater, he ate it for lunch

Bitch, I'm a baddie, I get what I want, like (Get what I want like)

Bitches ain't bad, let's keep it a bean

Know they be mad that I be on the scene

Ass too fat, can't fit in no jeans

You was my stitch but it's not what it seam

I got that wetty, I'm keepin' it clean

Fuckin' with niggas that's totin' a beam (Grra)

Sayin' you love me but what do you mean? (Grra)

Pretty as fuck and he like that I'm mean

Baddest bitch out you shittin' me? (Shittin' me)

If you ain't a baddie can't sit with me (Sit with me)

I swear that these bitches my mini-me's (Mini-me, grrah, grrah)

He wanna sex, niggas be dreamin'

I'm from the X, niggas be schemin'

I'm on they necks, they is not breathin'

Thumbin' a check, blow it in Neiman's

You thought I was feelin you? (Nah)

That nigga a munch

Nigga a eater, he ate it for lunch

Bitch, I'm a baddie I get what I want, like

You thought I was feelin you? (Nah)

That nigga a munch

Nigga a eater, he ate it for lunch

Bitch, I'm a baddie I get what I want, like (Get what I want, like)

Bitch, I'm a baddie I get what I please

You know my body, I do it with ease

He want my body, he tellin' me, "Please" (Grrah)

I'm walkin' past him, he sniffin' my breeze

He jackin' me, but he not my boo (Grrah)

He like the jewelry I wear on my boobs

How can I link you when I got a shoot? (Huh?)

Don't want your love, I just want the blue (Huh?)

Grabbin' my ass while I'm doin' my dance

She keep on starin' 'cause shorty a fan (Damn)

Gotta stick to the plan

He mad as fuck, I won't give him a chance

But still he gon' do what I say (Do what I say)

I swear I be stuck in my ways (Stuck in my ways)

But still he gon' do what I say (Do what I say)

I swear I be stuck in my ways (Stuck in my ways)

You thought I was feelin you? (Nah)

That nigga a munch

Nigga a eater, he ate it for lunch

Bitch, I'm a baddie I get what I want, like

You thought I was feelin you? (Nah)

That nigga a munch

Nigga a eater, he ate it for lunch

Bitch, I'm a baddie I get what I want, like

How High? lyrics - Ice Spice

I'ma baddie, but I got feelings too

I remember you had both of us skippin' school

We was so young, had niggas actin' a fool

You was cryin' out for help, I promise I never knew (Never knew)

When I found out, I was feelin' wocky

You said that you love me, 'cause I'm boujee and I'm cocky

Climbin' up the ranks on your own could get rocky

But I keep it pushin', knowin' that they'll never stop me (Stop me)

Yeah, I know he want me, but he rather just lie

If I tell him jump, he gon' ask me "How high?" (Like)

And I know his fears, but he never met mine (Mine)

Never met mine, never, never met mine (Damn)

Yeah, I know he want me, but he rather just lie (Lie)

If I tell him jump, he gon' ask me "How high?" (Like)

And I know his fears, but he never met mine (Mine)

Never met mine, never, never met mine (Damn)

You like nah, nah, nah, nah, I just want us to make up

You like nah, nah, nah, nah, like how far can we take us?

But my m-m-m-mind, it's already made up (Grrah)

Missin' when we was laid up, I'm busy chasin' the paper (Grrah)

When I wanted Givenchy, remember I couldn't buy it

So then I linked up with Riot, but first we prayed to the highest

And started gettin' them write ups, and then they crowned me the princess (Like)

So I'm most grateful your highness, and now we poppin' them cidars (Like)

Lemme put you on to how a bad bitch think

And it's all tens when my bad bitch link

Wanna see me fall is a mad bitch kink (Grrah)

Lemme get my strap and I hit her like bink

She gon' catch what I'm throwin', I see the snakes when I'm mowin' (Grrah)

And, yeah, they pop up like clonin,' so I just pop it like hoin'

Now she all on the floor when I kick in the door (Like)

How you made I do less 'cause you gotta do more?

Yeah, I know he want me, but he rather just lie (Lie)

If I tell him jump, he gon' ask me "How high?" (Like)

And I know his fears, but he never met mine (Mine)

Never met mine, never, never met mine (Damn)

Yeah, I know he want me, but he rather just lie (Lie)

If I tell him jump, he gon' ask me "How high?" (Like)

And I know his fears, but he never met mine (Mine)

Never met mine, never, never met mine (Mine)

Butterfly Ku lyrics - Ice Spice

Like damn, move back (Move back)

She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt (Damn)

She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)

Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act

Like damn, move back (Move back)

She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt (Damn)

She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)

Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act

Walk through and they start goin' ku (Go ku)

Like you da baddest who better than you? (Huh?)

Look at my friend like, "Who better than we?" (Like)

Tell da DJ to turn up da song (Damn)

Like damn, showin' my thong, no, we not fuckin', the fuck is you on? (Like)

Thought you ain't like me, now you on my body? (Grrah)

Ever since a baddie got put on

In my city I'm causin' a wreck

Whenever he see me, I got him erect (Damn)

I don't care if them bitches don't like me (Grrah)

But the hustle you gotta respect (Grrah)

It's a house sittin' up on my neck (Grrah)

Richard Millie, like fuck a Patek (Grrah)

I get money, I stay in some fly shit (Grrah)

But for me, he gon' stay in a tech

Like damn, move back (Move back)

She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt (Damn)

She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)

Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act

Like damn, move back (Move back)

She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt (Damn)

She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)

Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act

Where she at?

On the floor (Damn)

She get her money, but I'm gettin' more

I'ma player, you know I'ma score (Facts)

First they was hatin', now I'm on the board (Like)

First they was hatin' now they on my body (Body)

Cuffin' no thottie (Thottie)

No, he can't hit but he might give me mazzi (Like)

Shittin' on bitches, no potty (Grrah)

Like damn, move back (Move back)

She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt (Damn)

She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)

Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act

Like damn, move back (Move back)

She a baddie 'cause she got the jatt (Damn)

She fly with a butterfly tat' (Like)

Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act

Linkin' her friend and don't know how to act

Deli lyrics - Ice Spice

Grrah

Grrah

Grrah

Grrah

Grrah

Grrah

She a baddie, she showin' her panty

Stop playin' with 'em RIOT

She a baddie, she showin' her panty

She shake it like jelly (Damn)

Hunnit bands in Chanely

But I'm still shakin' ass in a deli (Grrah)

With my bitch gettin' deady

He like him a wetty (Damn)

He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (Grrah)

And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (Grrah)

Call me that B while he eatin' my honey

You know niggas like bitches with money

I get a lot (I get a lot)

Takin' her spot (Grrah)

If you ain't cookin', then get off the pot

My name Ice, but I always stay hot

Passenger princess, he pass me his knock (Grrah, grrah)

Baddest lil' bitch from my block

Me and baddies be gettin' along

So they always be singin' my songs

Steppin' outside, I'ma put that shit on (Like)

300 and then I perform (Damn)

You know I'ma get to the bag

All the hatin' bitches to the back (To the back)

Too much to lose, so I cannot react (Damn)

Damn, bitches be goin' out sad (Grrah)

She a baddie, she showin' her panty

She shake it like jelly (Damn)

Hunnit bands in Chanely

But I'm still shakin' ass in a deli (Grrah)

With my bitch gettin' deady

He like him a wetty (Damn)

He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (Grrah)

And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (Grrah)

Feelin' a smooch and I'm showin' my coochie

PJ to Emilio Pucci (Damn)

I love white bitches, like shout out to Lucy

If she bad, then I let her seduce me (Damn)

I'm the shit, I'm that bitch, I'm Miss Poopie

Juice in my cup, got me feelin' real loopy

40 inch, middle parted

He got all my pics hearted

They all like, "Damn Ice, your flow be the hardest" (Like)

I'm not a regular artist

Grrah, grrah

Go Ku and I'm just gettin' started

Baddies on baddies, they know how to move

'Ooters on 'ooters, they know how to 'oot

Bussin' that pack, goin' straight to the moon

Off the juice, actin' loose

She a baddie, she showin' her panty

She shake it like jelly (Damn)

Hunnit bands in Chanely

But I'm still shakin' ass in a deli (Grrah)

With my bitch gettin' deady

He like him a wetty (Damn)

He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (Grrah)

And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (Grrah)

And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty

But I'm still shakin' ass in a deli

Grrah

Grrah

Grrah

Princess Diana (Remix) lyrics - Ice Spice (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Heavy on it

New York, stand the fuck up

Grrah

When we come out, it look like Princess Diana on the street

Grrah

Ayo, Ice

Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT

Finish 'em

Like grrah, keep it a stack

Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass

Like grrah, keep it a stack

Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass

And I just fell in love with a gangsta (Like)

So he put my name in a tatt

But I don't let him come to the crib (Grrah)

So we get it on where we at (Grrah)

Nowadays, I be duckin' them cameras

And they hype that I'm up on 'em banners

Callin' my phone, but they know I don't answer (Why?)

In the hood I'm like Princess Diana (Grrah)

I'm thick 'cause I be eatin' oats (Huh)

Bitches not takin' shit from me but notes

Wanna be me, so she do my emotes

And my name in her mouth, so I bet she gon' choke (Bitch)

To her man, I'm the girl of his dreams

Thinkin' 'bout me when he brushin' his teeth

He keep textin', I leave him on seen

Hottest bitch out and they know what I mean (Know what I mean)

Like grrah, keep it a stack

Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass

Like grrah, keep it a stack

Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)

Uno, dos, tres, quatro

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass

Booo, tomato

This is a public service announcement

I be eatin' my spinach

They tried to clone my image

They burned they London Bridges

None of them bitches British

I know they know the difference

And I just fell in love with a gangsta (Grrah)

So I hold him down like an anchor (Grrah)

He said if I keep it a hunnid (Grrah)

That he'll keep me safe like a banker (Grrah)

Nowadays, I be makin' them famous (Grrah)

She the princess, so fuck who you lames is (Grrah)

Of course, I be pushin' they buttons (Grrah)

I hold the control like the gamers

Like graah, keep it a stack

Bitches is ass if we keepin' it crack

Bad little red-head, she 'bout to black

We come out, it's a movie, but we don't do BAP

Live from London, straight from the palace

Man dem ah gyalis ah text us like Dallas

Keep it a bean, yo'

He talk nice cause the pussy game mean, hoe

Like grrah, keep it a stack

Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass

Like grrah, keep it a stack

Bitches move 'wock 'cause they know I got bands (Damn)

They be chattin', I don't give a damn and I'm still gettin' money, I know who I am (Grrah)

Tryna be low, he gon' hit up my 'Gram (Grrah)

If he smart, he gon' act like a fan (Damn)

Thinkin' you bigger, they got ya head gassed (Grrah)

Bitches slow, so I give them a pass (Grrr)

Catch it, mm-hmm

Gag, it's the good gag for me, haha

Princess

Oop!

On The Radar (Freestyle) lyrics - Ice Spice

Is that Chris?

Stop playin' with 'em, Riot

You a stranger, I feel like shit changed

I'm different, I don't feel the same

I'ma smoochie, like you cannot change me

Change the topic like you cannot blame me

Going up so I feel like they hate me

Oh, she gangsta? But she cannot face me

Hit her chatterbox, but I'm never switchin'

It don't matter, I know my shit different

In the end that I know that I'm good

Understand that I'm misunderstood

And the plan, get bruh out the hood

I be feeinin' to dump on a bitch

And I know that she bumpin' my shit

In the comments they eating my dick

Remember they didn't believe in a bitch

I be thinkin' 'bout me and you fuckin'

I be readin' your text and I dub it

You be leadin' me on, I'm like, "Fuck it"

Act like you don't but I know that you love it

And you feeinin', he know my name buzzin'

From the Bronx, so I got it from nothin'

I'm what they want so I got it, it's comin'

I'm in front of the race that we runnin'

You a stranger, I feel like shit changed

I'm different, I don't feel the same

I'ma smoochie, like you cannot change me

Change the topic like you cannot blame me

Going up so I feel like they hate me

Oh, she gangsta? But she cannot face me

Hit her chatterbox, but I'm never switchin'

It don't matter, I know my shit different

Damn, you was my heart, you a stranger

How you turn love into anger?

Like, you wanna fuck with that bitch from Decatur

Like, I don't want you, but bitch I'ma hater

And I put it on past me, I will fuck your bro, but I don't let him gas me

I got angels, they watchin' shit that I'm doin', there's nobody stoppin'

They say that I'm next, but it's cool 'cause I know that

Saying you love me, then show that

Old friends they watchin' sendin' me throwbacks

Soon as I make it, they know I can't go back

I got feelings, but I never show 'em

I don't talk about it, I just smoke it

Goin' through shit, I don't think, I just go 'em

Soon as I hop in the booth I'ma go 'em

Graa

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Barbie World lyrics - Nicki Minaj & Ice Spice (feat. Aqua)

(from "Barbie" soundtrack)

I'm always yours, ooh woah (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie)

I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (Party)

Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (Bend)

I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken

Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (Grrah)

All of the Barbies is pretty (Damn)

All of the Barbies is bad

It girls (It girls) and we ain't playin' tag (Grrah)

Rad, but he spank me when I get bad

I'm in LA, Rodeo Drive

I'm in New York, Madison Ave

I'm a Barbie girl (Girl), Pink Barbie Dreamhouse

The way Ken be killin' shit got me yellin' out like the Scream house (Woo)

Yellin' out, we ain't sellin' out

We got money, but we ain't lendin' out

We got bars, but we ain't bailin' out

In that pink Ferrari, we peelin' out

I told Tae bring the Bob Dylan out

That pussy so cold, we just chillin' out

They be yellin', yellin', ye-yellin' out

It's Barbie, bitch, if you still in doubt (Oh)

And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie)

I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (Party)

Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (Bend)

I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken

Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (Grrah)

All of the Barbies is pretty (Damn)

All of the Barbies is bad

It girls (It girls) and we ain't playin' tag (Grrah)

Barbie ain't nothin' to play 'bout

He wanna play in the Playhouse (Playhouse)

The fuck they gon' say now? (Grrah)

I'm washin' these bitches, I'm rubbin' the stain out

Like I'm ready to bend (Grrah)

All the fake Barbies just wanna pretend (Hey)

Like hold on, let me go find me a pen (Grrah)

Look where it led, now I'ma put it to bed

She a Barbie bitch with her Barbie clique (Grrah)

I keep draggin' her, so she bald a bit (Damn)

And I see the bread, I want all of it (Damn)

And I want the green, so I olive it (Grrah)

And I throw it back, so he losin' it (Like)

And I give the box with no shoes in it (Damn)

Yeah, I know the trick, so I got him bricked (Damn)

Yeah, they know who lit, me and Barbie, bitch

And I'm bad like the Barbie (Barbie)

I'm a doll, but I still wanna party (Party)

Pink 'Vette like I'm ready to bend (Bend)

I'm a ten, so I pull in a Ken

Like Jazzie, Stacie, Nicki (Grrah)

All of the Barbies is pretty (Damn)

All of the Barbies is bad

It girls (It girls) and we ain't playin' tag (Grrah)

I'm a Barbie girl in the Barbie world

Life in plastic, it's fantastic

You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere

Imagination, life is your creation

Be A Lady lyrics - Ice Spice

Stop playin' with 'em, Riot

Yeah

He wanna send me an Uber

Fuck I look like in a Uber? (Fuck I look like)

I'm ridin' 'round with a ooter (I'm ridin' 'round)

I know they mad that I grew up

Baby, we finna go up (Up)

Water with ice in the cup (Cup)

She got no ice with her cup (Huh?)

'Cause she got lean in her cup (Like)

Be a fuckin' lady, I kiss it on daily (Daily)

His BM fuckin' hate me (Hate me)

My DM going crazy (Crazy)

He wanna fuck, I got him stuck, diamonds they bust (Yeah)

Not with no fuss, who can I trust? Bitches be sus (Yeah)

He not my boo, hundreds they blue, hop out the coupe (Ah)

Lil bodysuit pushin' my boobs, I got the tool, dudududu

Yeah

He wanna send me an Uber

Fuck I look like in a Uber? (Fuck I look like)

I'm ridin' 'round with a ooter (I'm ridin' 'round)

I know they mad that I grew up

Boy's A Liar Pt.2 lyrics - PinkPantheress & Ice Spice

[PinkPantheress:]

Take a look inside your heart, is there any room for me?

I won't have to hold my breath 'til you get down on one knee

Because you only want to hold me when I'm looking good enough

Did you ever feel me? Would you ever picture us?

Every time I pull my hair, well, it's only out of fear

That you'll find me ugly and one day you'll disappear because

What's the point of crying? It was never even love

Did you ever want me? Was I ever good enough?

The boy's a liar, the boy's a liar

He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy

The boy's a liar, the boy's a liar

He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy

Good enough, good enough

Good enough, good enough

Good enough, good enough

Good enough, good enough

[Ice Spice:]

He say that I'm good enough, grabbin' my duh-duh-duh

Thinkin' 'bout shit that I shouldn't've (Huh)

So I tell him there's one of me, he makin' fun of me (Ha-ha)

His girl is a bum to me, like that boy is a cap

Sayin' he home, but I know where he at, like

Bet he blowin' her back

Thinkin' 'bout me 'cause he know that ass fat (Damn)

And it been what it been (Uh, huh)

Calling his phone like "Yo, send me a pin"

Duckin' my shit, 'cause he know what I'm on

But when he hit me I'm not gon' respond

But I don't sleep enough without you

And I can't eat enough without you

If you don't speak, does that mean we're through?

Don't like sneaky shit that you do (Grr)

[PinkPantheress:]

The boy's a liar, the boy's a liar

He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy

The boy's a liar, the boy's a liar

He doesn't see ya, you're not looking at me, boy

Good enough, good enough

Good enough, good enough

Good enough, good enough

Good enough, good enough