bully freestyle - ice spice lyrics
[intro: tag]
stop playin’ wit em’ riot
[chorus: ice spice]
d*mn i’m on my bully i do too much i’m really that b*tch, huh?
she be mad that n*gga a dog he never get off my pics, wait
girl don’t do it you’ll really get packed no fedex two day ship
my ex mad as sh*t baby, i’m the baddest b*tch
i get the breesh and i dub him
that n*gga a dub
no, he cannot dress
i cannot f*ck him
maxed his card it wasn’t hard
n*gga was feenin’ to touch me
the way that i move, that way that i walk
know, you shouldn’t trust me
i stuff the hundreds in a duffy
them hatin’ b*tches really love me
how you my b*tch and you sub me?
if you talk crazy we’ll end it abruptly
fearing no b*tch only god is above me
yeah they watchin’ all my moves
if she want drill sh*t she better come with the tool
i ain’t even gotta prove
soon as i step in the room they getting in tune
[verse: ice spice]
talkin’ money come correct to me
i’m gettin’ nasty off hennessy
he gonna spam me respectfully
n*ggas could never get next to me
i got the sauce i’m the recipe
she throwin’ shots ain’t no doctor
twitter fingers she a blogger
couple karats on the collar
told that boy to give me mata (mata mata)
how you think they gonna beat me n*gga?
you better know how to treat me n*gga?
he ain’t mine you just seen me with him
but don’t be surprised if i’m leaving with him
how you think they gonna beat me n*gga?
you better know how to treat me n*gga?
he ain’t mine you just seen me with him
but don’t be surprised if i’m leaving with him
[chorus: ice spice]
d*mn i’m on my bully i do too much i’m really that b*tch, huh?
she be mad that n*gga a dog he never get off my pics, wait
girl don’t do it you’ll really get packed no fedex two day ship
my ex mad as sh*t baby, i’m the baddest b*tch
i get the breesh and i dub him
that n*gga a dub
no, he cannot dress
i cannot f*ck him
maxed his card it wasn’t hard
n*gga was feenin’ to touch me
the way that i move, that way that i walk
know, you shouldn’t trust me
i stuff the hundreds in a duffy
them hatin’ b*tches really love me
how you my b*tch and you sub me?
if you talk crazy we’ll end it abruptly
fearing no b*tch only god is above me
yeah they watchin’ all my moves
if she want drill sh*t she better come with the tool
i ain’t even gotta prove
soon as i step in the room they getting in tune
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