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deli (nick’s edition) - nicholas torres (us) lyrics

[ intro: ice spice & nicholas torres: ]

grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah
(ha, ha, ha!)
grrah, grrah, grrah, grah
(ha, ha, ha!)
she a baddie, she showin’ her panty (she showin’ her panty, she showin’ her panty)
stop playin’ with ’em, riot

[ verse 1: nicki minaj: ]
i got all these dope dealers serving
cut the work up, they surgeons
i don’t want y’all b*tches ’round me
whack b*tches make me curve ’em
imported rug, that’s persian
one wheel up and we swervin’
wetter than a lake, that’s ricki!
pop p*ssy like she nicki
she want me cause she see me in that aventador
pull up on the curb so crazy, i donе bent the door
bad b*tch wanna borrow it, i lent it to hеr
make her bust that p*ssy open in singapore
30 million though, forbes list
out in philly in a condo, boss sh*t
now they call me young oprah; harpo
in the pool rockin’ polo, marco
millionaires, never do leers
no, they can’t see me, they’re never my peers
fruits of my labor, go get me my pears
cause you’re outta your element; i am your fear
so go get off my t*st*cl*, pardon my decimal, b*tch!
check up my resumé, i’m upper echelon rich
[ chorus: 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)
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 b*tch gettin’ dirty (with my b*tch gettin’ dirty)
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, d*mn)
you know n*ggas like b*tches with money (b*tches 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’ b*tch from my block
(badest lil’ b*tch on my block)

[ verse 2: nicholas torres: ]

baddest lil b*tch on my block?
i’m the baddest lil b*tch on my block
don’t f*ck around b*tch you finna get clocked
you f*ck around b*tch i’m grabbing my glock
i am the one, b*tch i’m claiming my spot
you say some sh*t and you finna get got
you thought you ate b*tch you really thought
you said you ate b*tch when you did not
really really did not
you ain’t a hoe b*tch, you just a thot
you say you can’t spell thot without hot. all i can say is h*ll to the not
big titty b*tch and i carry a rack
you take my spot? b*tch get to the back. (get to the back)
[ verse 3: ice spice & nicholas torres: ]

you know i’ma get to the bag
(you know i’ma get to the bag)
all the hatin’ b*tches to the back
(all the hatin’ b*tches to the back)
(hatin’ b*tches to the back)

too much to lose, so i cannot react
(too much to lose, so i cannot react)
(d*mn)
d*mn, b*tches be goin’ out sad (grrah, grrah, grrah)

[chorus: ice spice & nicholas torres]
she a baddie, she showin’ her panty
(she a baddie, she showin’ her panties)
(she showin’ her panty)
she shake it like jelly (she shake it like jelly) (d*mn, d*mn)
hunnit bands in chanely (hunnit bands in chanely)
but i’m still shakin’ ass in the deli (grrah, grrah)
with my b*tch gettin’ dirty (with my b*tch gettin’ dirty)
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)
shaking my ass in a deli

- nicholas torres us lyrics

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