Ice Spice – Think U The Shit (Fart) Lyrics

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Think U The Shit (Fart) 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]
T-t-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)
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)
Bitch, 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)

[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 mami (I ain’t her mami)
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 (Tan)
I’d lose anything before my man
I’m a pretty bitch, 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

[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)