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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!

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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)

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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

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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)
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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
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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?
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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
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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)

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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
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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)
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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)
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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

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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)
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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
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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

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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)
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