Bitch In Ibiza

Justine Skye

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    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza

    He wanna go toe to toe with a baddie
    Hips, the full lips, just get into the fatty
    You know the name, not sending no addy
    Watch that tone, you not my daddy
    Bad bitch on the rise, got my eyes on the prize, heart throb on my side (left side)
    Got flavors on deck, lot of ice on my neck, give a sip to my haters (they dry)
    Jet setting for a week, cooking up on the beach but they all want a piece of the pie
    I could do it like this, I could flip it like that, tryna get it how I get it, don't try
    Yeah, I keep them in the daze, now your ex want the fade, surf's up, wanna ride this wave
    This a different kind of thing, couple carats in my ring and it's always gon' give (what it gave)

    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza

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    Top down coming to meet ya
    2 am, I'm a different creature
    Blacked out, off the lime-arita
    If he tryna learn, I could be your teacher
    Worldwide, give me the visa
    Gotta tell 'em pipe down, I don't need a feature
    Where you at skye? Kinda hard to reach ya
    Uh, I'm just another bitch in ibiza

    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza
    I'm just another bitch in ibiza

    Real tea, your old flame ain't hot as me
    I'm a two piece, it's always spicy
    Gotta run it up my taste is pricey
    Dripping a sauna my limbs stay icy
    New ride, new gig, new shoot, new ceiling
    Peep the shine, your girl too ambitious
    Waste my time, I gotta hurt they feeling
    Hunting for an eater that don't ever need a reason (hold up)
    Both hands on his snap back
    My ex-man had a yatchy, can you top that?
    Mouth slicker than slick, only state facts
    Now he attached to the doll, where my waist at?
    Tryna scoop me? That's risky
    When I roll up, whole club get frisky
    Raise your glass if you in here with me
    I'm with a rude boy tryna sip me like whiskey

    Work your body, shake it to the rhythm
    Work your body, get like me
    Work your body, shake it to the rhythm
    Work your body, get like me
    Work your body, shake it to the rhythm
    Work your body, get like me
    Work your body, shake it to the rhythm
    Work your body, get like me

    Song details

    Composition: Xaphoon Jones, Kito, Justine Skye, Cakes Da Killa, and Mina Galan

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