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Ice Spice
Ice Spice
Stimme und Gesang
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Ice Spice
Ice Spice
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RIOTUSA
RIOTUSA
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Bernard Leverette
Bernard Leverette
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Deangelo Hunt
Deangelo Hunt
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Jamall Willingham
Jamall Willingham
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RIOTUSA
RIOTUSA
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MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
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Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
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Tommy Rush
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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' bitches in gray shorts and a plain tee? Mad as fuck 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 bitch gaggin', hit the bench up and tagged in Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in, stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (yup) Got these bitches copyin' my pose Got these bitches bitin' all my flows Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes And I really write, like fuck 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 Bitches 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 fuck, but they ain't many, lil' body, but my name heavy Baddest out, and 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 fuck, bitch, be happy I don't answer (yup) Oh, I see why they mad, my hearticle We came from the four line 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 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 dick
Writer(s): Bernard Leverette, Jamall Willingham, Deangelo Deonta Hunt, Ephrem Louis Lopez Jr, Isis Naija Gaston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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