paroles de chanson Euphoric - Ice Spice
Stop
playin'
with
'em,
Riot
Grrah
Shittin'
on
bitches
my
hobby,
I
be
going
dumb
and
I'm
feeling
euphoric
(Grah)
We
go
like
Whitney
and
Bobby,
that
nigga
a
fiend
I
can
tell
he
adore
it
(Grr,
grah)
I
make
'em
forfeit
(Forfeit)
When
it
come
to
these
bitches,
I
feel
like
they
lost
it
(Grah)
I'm
'bout
to
throw
it
First
they
ignore
me
but
niggas
is
startin'
to
notice
These
bitches
ain't
from
where
I'm
from
(Grah)
I'm
from
the
X,
beat
on
a
bitch
like
it's
fun
(Like
it's
fun)
Damn,
I'm
so
pretty
and
young
They
say
I'm
next,
like,
"Ice
Spice
you
really
the
one"
(I'm
next)
Okay,
she
mad
'cause
I'm
takin'
her
spot
Bitches
be
needin'
niggas
to
get
hot
like
(Like
what?)
Bitch,
I'm
a
baddie,
I'm
used
to
the
spotlight
(Grah,
grah)
Don't
you
compare
me
to
bitches
I'm
not
like
(Suck
my
dick)
Grah,
I
got
issues
Think
I'm
a
bitch?
Then
come
see
what
this
bitch
do
Hop
out
the
V
and
I
promise
I'll
blitz
you
If
you
not
my
nigga
then
why
would
I
kiss
you?
(Why
would
I
kiss
you?)
You
crazy?
You
stupid?
Give
you
my
heart
like
you
better
not
lose
it
(Facts)
Fuck
on
ya
bro
like
this
shit
is
amusing
(Word,
grah)
Shittin'
on
bitches
my
hobby,
I
be
going
dumb
and
I'm
feeling
euphoric
(Grah)
We
go
like
Whitney
and
Bobby,
that
nigga
a
fiend
I
can
tell
he
adore
it
(Grr,
grah)
I
make
'em
forfeit
(Forfeit)
When
it
come
to
these
bitches,
I
feel
like
they
lost
it
(Grah)
I'm
'bout
to
throw
it
First
they
ignore
me
but
niggas
is
startin'
to
notice
I'm
smoking
on
za
like
a
hippie
(Word)
If
she
a
baddie,
I
tell
her
get
wit'
me
(Get
wit'
me)
I'm
finna
to
Pooh
on
these
bitches
like
Winnie
I
do
my
dance
on
a
nigga
like
Diddy
(Grah)
I'm
'bout
to
gas
him,
I'm
poppin'
a
titty
(Grah)
He
lovin'
the
way
it
get
sticky
(Baow)
He
a
gangsta,
I
let
him
get
in
me
I
feel
like
the
baddest
lil
bitch
in
my
city
(Word)
You
not
a
barbie,
it's
giving
dirty
I
fuck
her
up
then
I
get
sturdy,
grah,
grah
(Suck
my
dick)
I
don't
need
luck
if
I'm
poppin'
this
perky
(Word)
Watch
me
get
lit
by
the
end
of
the
summer
I'ma
get
rich
and
that's
word
to
my
mother
(Grah,
uh,
grah)
I'ma
get
rich
and
that's
word
to
my
mother
Shittin'
on
bitches
my
hobby,
I
be
going
dumb
and
I'm
feeling
euphoric
(Grah)
We
go
like
Whitney
and
Bobby,
that
nigga
a
fiend
I
can
tell
he
adore
it
(Grr,
grah)
I
make
'em
forfeit
(Forfeit)
When
it
come
to
these
bitches,
I
feel
like
they
lost
it
(Grah)
I'm
'bout
to
throw
it
First
they
ignore
me
but
niggas
is
startin'
to
notice
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