Think U The Shit (Fart) / 歌手：IceSpice 歌曲下载
作词 : RIOTUSA/Ice Spice/Javier Mercado/Steven Giron
作曲 : RIOTUSA/Ice Spice/Javier Mercado/Steven Giron
What the **** I’ma say in the intro?
Hahaha
You want me to say somethin’ so bad
(Stop playin’ with ’em, RIOT)
Can you, please?
Think you the shit, b***h?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin’ hard (Grrah)
I’m breakin’ they hearts, like
B*****s be quick, but I’m quicker (Like)
B*****s be thick, but I’m thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)
T-t-takin’ her man (Takin’ her man)
Don’t give a **** (Don’t give a ****)
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)
On lock when I dance (On lock when I dance)
I said, “Four hundred bands” (I said, “Four hundred bands”)
Just to do my little dance (Yeah)
Yes, I’m a brand (Like)
B***h, I’m a baddie, I get what I want
All in Balenci’, I look like a bum
I got the chatty, he just wanna hum (Hum)
Walk through and start shakin’ my hips
I’ma dip when I stack all my chips (Like)
Stripper dummy, I won’t throw a fit
I got a fresh nigga sendin’ me tips (Grrah)
Think you the shit, b***h?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin’ hard (Grrah)
I’m breakin’ they hearts, like
B*****s be
quick, but I’m quicker (Like)
B*****s be thick, but I’m thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)
His b***h 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 mami (I ain’t her mami)
B*****s can’t stand me (B*****s 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 (Tan)
I’d lose anything before my man
I’m a pretty b***h, I don’t like fightin’
On the beat, I’m goin’ Super Sayian (Grrah)
I said, “Mirror, mirror, who the baddest? (Huh?)
Leave a bum nigga lookin’ embarrassed (Like)
Spent a hundred fifty on some karats (Grrah)
That shit cray like them niggas in Paris
Think you the shit, b***h?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin’ hard (Grrah)
I’m breakin’ they hearts (Like)
B*****s be quick, but I’m quicker (Like)
B*****s be thick, but I’m thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)
