Ice Spice - YvngxD

Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty, she showin' her panty) Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty) She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, damn, damn) Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in Chanely) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (but I'm still shakin' ass, grrah, grrah) With my bitch gettin' deady (with my bitch gettin' deady) He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty) He want the WAP but I just want the fetty (grrah, grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (grrah, grrah) Call me that bee while he eatin' my honey (eatin' my honey, damn) You know niggas like bitches with money (bitches with money) I get a lot (I get a lot) Takin' her spot (grrah, grrah, 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 song Steppin' outside, I'ma put that shit on (like, like) Three hundred and then I perform (damn) You know I'ma get to the bag All the hatin' bitches to the back (hatin' bitches to the back) Too much to lose so I cannot react (damn) Damn, bitches be goin' out sad (grrah, grrah, grrah) She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty) She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, damn, damn) Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in Chanely) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (grrah, grrah) With my bitch gettin' detty (with my bitch gettin' detty) He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty) He want the WAP but I just want the fetty (grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (grrah, grrah) Feelin' a smooch and I'm showin' my coochie PJ to Emilio Pucci (damn, damn) I love white bitches like shoutout to Lucy If she bad then I let her seduce me (damn, damn) I'm the shit, I'm that bitch, I'm Miss Poopie Juice in my cup got me feelin' real loopy (got me feelin' real loopy) Forty-inch, middle-parted (forty-inch, middle-parted) He got all my pics hearted (grrah, grrah) 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 (goin' straight to the moon) Off the juice, actin' loose She a baddie, she showin' her panty (she showin' her panty) She shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, damn, damn) Hunnit bands in Chanely (hunnit bands in Chanely) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (grrah, grrah) With my bitch gettin' detty (with my bitch gettin' detty) He like him a wetty (he like him a wetty) He want the WAP but I just want the fetty (grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (grrah, grrah) And I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty (and I'm baggin' his partner, I'm petty) But I'm still shakin' ass in the deli (but I'm still shakin' ass in the deli) Grrah, grrah, grrah

I crashed my car right into a tree I'd risk my life for a chance you'd come back to me (yah) You called 999, then left me to bleed (left me to bleed) I know you'd never cause an accident for me I'll count the stars tonight So last Valentines (last Valentines), you spent it away (spent it away) To be with a girl you said you never saw that way It hurts now to smile, it hurts more to breathe It makes me so angry, all I do is grit my teeth I still let this man take over me But I know that I'm not the one it should be I should really take some time instead To figure why this plays out again and again I'll count the stars tonight

Grrah (grrah) Grrah (grrah) (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT) 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 'em 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 'em a pass And I just fell in love wit' a gangsta (like) So he put my name in a tatt' (damn) 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 them 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, l'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 'em 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 'em 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 (grrah) One 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, grrah) 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' your boo (takin' your boo) Makin' it move Like, flexin' on niggas and bitches addictive Feenin' for me like they usually do (usually do) 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 'em 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 'em a pass