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Ice Spice - Think U The Shit Fart Slowed Lyrics

[Intro]
What the fuck 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 shit, bitch?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin' hard (Grrah)
I'm breakin' they hearts, like
Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (Like)
Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I'm richer (Damn)

[Verse 1]
Take-takin' her man (Takin' her man)
Don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck)
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)
Bitch, I'm a brand (Like)
Bitch, I'm a baddie, I get what I want (Damn)
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 nigga sendin' me tips, grrah
[Chorus]
Think you the shit, bitch?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin' hard (Grrah)
I'm breakin' they hearts, like
Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (Like)
Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I'm richer (Damn)

[Verse 2]
His bitch 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)
Bitches can't stand me (Bitches 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 (Damn)
I'd lose anything before my man
I'm a pretty bitch, 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 nigga lookin' embarrassed (Like)
Spent a hundred-fifty on some carats (Grrah)
That shit cray like them niggas in Paris
[Chorus]
Think you the shit, bitch?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin' hard (Grrah)
I'm breakin' they hearts (Like)
Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (Like)
Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I'm richer (Damn)