Bully Freestyle

Ice Spice

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    Damn, I'm on my bully I do too much I'm really that bitch, huh
    She be mad that nigga a dog he never get off my pics, wait
    Girl don't do it you'll really get packed no FedEx two day ship (baow)
    My ex mad as shit, baby, I'm the baddest bitch (I am)

    I get the breesh and I dub him
    That nigga's a dub, no, he cannot dress
    I cannot fuck him (ew)
    Maxed his card it wasn't hard

    Nigga was feenin' to touch me (touch me)
    The way that I move, the way that I walk
    No, you shouldn't trust me (nah)
    I stuff the hundreds in a duffy

    Them hatin' bitches really love me (they do)
    How you my bitch and you sub me? (Huh?)
    If you talk crazy we'll end it abruptly
    Fearin' no bitch only God is above me

    Yeah, they watchin' all my moves
    If she want drill, shit, she better come with the tool
    I ain't even gotta prove
    Soon as I step in the room they gettin' in tune

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    Talkin' money come correct to me
    I'm gettin' nasty off Hennessy (nasty)
    He gonna spare me respectfully (grrt)
    Niggas could never get next to me (no)

    I got the sauce I'm the recipe
    She throwin' shots ain't no doctor
    Twitter fingers she a blogger
    Couple karats on the collar

    Told that boy to give me mattha (mattha, mattha)
    How you think they gonna beat me, nigga?
    You better know how to treat me, nigga
    He ain't mine you just seen me with him

    But don't be surprised if I'm leavin' with him
    How you think they gonna beat me, nigga? (what?)
    You better know how to treat me, nigga
    He ain't mine you just seen me with him

    But don't be surprised if I'm leavin' with him
    Damn, I'm on my bully I do too much I'm really that bitch, huh
    She be mad that nigga a dog he never get off my pics, wait
    Girl don't do it you'll really get packed no FedEx two day ship (baow)

    My ex mad as shit, baby, I'm the baddest bitch (I am)
    I get the breesh and I dub him
    That nigga's a dub, no, he cannot dress
    I cannot fuck him (ew)

    Maxed his card it wasn't hard
    Nigga was feenin' to touch me (touch me)
    The way that I move, the way that I walk
    No, you shouldn't trust me (nah)

    I stuff the hundreds in a duffy
    Them hatin' bitches really love me (they do)
    How you my bitch and you sub me? (Huh?)
    If you talk crazy we'll end it abruptly

    Fearin' no bitch only God is above me
    Yeah, they watchin' all my moves
    If she want drill, shit, she better come with the tool
    I ain't even gotta prove
    Soon as I step in the room they gettin' in tune

    Song details

    Composition: Riotusa and Ice Spice

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