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think u the shit (fart) [sped up] - ice spice lyrics

[intro]
what the f*ck i’ma say in the intro?
hahaha
you want me to say somethin’ so bad
(stop playin’ with ’em, riot)
can you, please?

[chorus]
think you the sh*t, b*tch?
you not even the fart (grrah)
i be goin’ hard (grrah)
i’m breakin’ they hearts, like
b*tches be quick, but i’m quicker (like)
b*tches be thick, but i’m thicker (like)
she could be rich, but i’m richer (d*mn)

[verse 1]
take*takin’ her man (takin’ her man)
don’t give a f*ck (don’t give a f*ck)
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)
b*tch, i’m a brand (like)
b*tch, i’m a baddie, i get what i want (d*mn)
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 n*gga sendin’ me tips, grrah
[chorus]
think you the sh*t, b*tch?
you not even the fart (grrah)
i be goin’ hard (grrah)
i’m breakin’ they hearts, like
b*tches be quick, but i’m quicker (like)
b*tches be thick, but i’m thicker (like)
she could be rich, but i’m richer (d*mn)

[verse 2]
his b*tch 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)
b*tches can’t stand me (b*tches 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 (d*mn)
i’d lose anything before my man
i’m a pretty b*tch, 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 n*gga lookin’ embarrassed (like)
spent a hundred*fifty on some carats (grrah)
that sh*t cray like them n*ggas in paris
[chorus]
think you the sh*t, b*tch?
you not even the fart (grrah)
i be goin’ hard (grrah)
i’m breakin’ they hearts (like)
b*tches be quick, but i’m quicker (like)
b*tches be thick, but i’m thicker (like)
she could be rich, but i’m richer (d*mn)

- ice spice lyrics

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