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deli x meet the woo (mashup) - ice spice lyrics

[intro: ice spice]
grrah (grrah, grrah, grrah)
grrah (grrah)
grrah, she a baddie, she showin’ her panty (stop playin’ with ’em, riot)

[verse 1: ice spice]
she a baddie, she showin’ her panty (she showin’ her panty)
she shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly, d*mn, d*mn)
hundred bands in chanely (hundred bands in chanely)
but i’m still shakin’ ass in a deli (but i’m still shakin’ ass, grrah, grrah)

[verse 2: pop smoke]
i call ace makaveli, got treesh in the ‘telly
shawty wan’ f*ck off a glass of some henny (gang)
don’t call my phone, got the feds on my celly
flight to miami, put d*ck in her belly
wanna make bread, tell her open up welly
td, oa, tander, citi, chevy (woo)
pull up in rovers, catch him, it’s over
spinnin’ like julius sover
shoot down hawth*rne, shooting like korver
put that boy head on his shoulders (shoulders)
swerving (swerving), give him two shots if he twirling (grrt), uh
burn him (burn him), i promise it’s gon’ be a murder (murder)
if i catch him, i hurt him
sliding, i murk him
look at that boy looking nervous (uh*huh)
i got one thing for sure, i got two things for certain
they wrap that boy up in a curtain (wrap him in a curtain), uh
touchy, i drop thirty*eight on his touchy (touchy)
i made it flip off this uppy (uppy)
i turn that boy to a duppy (duppy), uh
[verse 3: ice spice]
feelin’ a smooch, and i’m showin’ my coochie
pj to emilio pucci (d*mn, d*mn)
i love white b*tches like shoutout to lucy
if she bad, then i let her seduce me (d*mn, d*mn)
i’m the sh*t, i’m that b*tch, i’m miss p**pie
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, “d*mn, 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

[verse 4: pop smoke]
balmain (uh), true blue (woo), ocean (woo)
mystery (woo), potion
back out (uh), toast him (uh)
pop smoke (grrt), run him over, over, over
rrr (woo)
baby girl, come and meet the woo
she know we keep a tool
big knockin’ on my body
watch who you speaking to
(girl, watch who you speaking to)
baby girl, come and meet the woo (uh*huh)
big knockin’ on my body
watch who you speaking to

- ice spice lyrics

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