paroles de chanson TTYL - Ice Spice
(Grrah,
grrah,
grrah)
First
thing
when
I
wake
up
(grrah)
I
make
sure
my
cake
up
(cake
up)
I
do
my
hair,
put
a
lil'
bit
of
makeup
(grrah)
Of
course
I'm
the
baddest,
them
bitches
be
haters
(haters)
All
black,
just
like
a
skater
No
friends,
bitches
be
faker
(grrah)
No
rocks,
no
scissors
(grrah)
Just
gettin'
that
paper
(grrah)
Gettin'
that
paper
like
I
never
had
it
(like?)
Empty
the
stores,
that's
my
only
bad
habit
(grrah)
Empty
the
clip
if
them
bitches
want
static
(word)
Shakin'
that
shit
so
he
just
wanna
grab
it
(grrah)
I
tell
his
bitch
to
go
play
in
some
traffic
(word)
Five
stars
when
I'm
lunchin'
(lunchin')
Bad
bitch,
so
he
munchin'
(munchin')
Shoot
a
movie
at
Dunkin'
I'm
a
brand,
it's
nothin'
(nothin')
I'm
a
star
on
TV
(grrah)
All
in
my
face,
what
them
bitches
wan'
see
(grrah)
All
in
my
comments,
stay
suckin'
my
D
Shakin'
my
head,
I
be
suckin'
my
teeth
Please,
like,
I
know
I'm
that
bitch
who
that
bitch
wanna
be,
grrah
First
thing
when
I
wake
up
(grrah)
I
make
sure
my
cake
up
(cake
up)
I
do
my
hair,
put
a
lil'
bit
of
makeup
(grrah)
Of
course
I'm
the
baddest,
them
bitches
be
haters
(haters)
All
black,
just
like
a
skater
No
friends,
bitches
be
faker
(grrah)
No
rocks,
no
scissors
(grrah)
Just
gettin'
that
paper
(grrah)
Talkin'
shit
on
the
net,
I'ma
drag
her
(drag
her)
No
clout
for
that
bitch,
like,
why
would
I
tag
her?
(Why?)
Thats
why
her
man
wanna
play
with
my
clappers
(clappers)
We
in
the
V
and
we
playin'
my
slappers
Damn,
it's
baddies
galore
(woah)
She
lookin'
right
in
that
Christian
Dior
And
I
don't
even
drink,
but
I'm
lettin'
her
pour
Grrah,
she
shake
it,
shake
it
(shake
it)
Get
naked,
naked
(naked)
He
on
my
line,
tryna
throw
me
a
stick
And
I'm
cappin'
to
him
like
I
know
how
to
take
it
(like)
Like,
it's
karma,
fake
it
(fake
it)
I
just
let
him
taste
it
He
talkin'
nice,
so
I'm
lettin'
him
crack
it
I'm
throwin'
it
back,
I'm
like,
"Baby,
don't
break
it"
(break
it)
First
thing
when
I
wake
up
(grrah)
I
make
sure
my
cake
up
(cake
up)
I
do
my
hair,
put
a
lil'
bit
of
makeup
(grrah)
Of
course
I'm
the
baddest,
them
bitches
be
haters
(haters)
All
black,
just
like
a
skater
No
friends,
bitches
be
faker
(grrah)
No
rocks,
no
scissors
(grrah)
Just
gettin'
that
paper
(grrah)
(Like,
like)
(I'ma
talk
to
you
later)
(Grrah,
gettin'
that
paper)
(Talk
to
you
later)
(Grrah,
I'ma
talk
to
you
later)
(Grrah,
I
be
gettin'
that
paper)
Attention! N'hésitez pas à laisser des commentaires.