You Think You The S You Not Even The Fart Lyrics By Ice Spice. Think you the sh^t, bi^^h? You not even the fart (Grrah).
You Think You The S You Not Even The Fart Lyrics
What the f^^k I’ma say in the intro?
Haha
You want me to say somethin’ so bad
(Stop playin’ with ’em, RIOT)
Can you please?
Think you the sh^t, bi^^h?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin’ hard (Grrah)
I’m breakin’ they hearts, like (Like)
bi^^hes be quick, but I’m quicker (Like)
bi^^hes be thick, but I’m thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)
Don’t give a f^^k (Don’t give a f^^k)
I want the yams
And I’m keepin’ one tucked
…
When I walk through, start shakin’ my hips
I’m like [?] when I stack all my chips
[?] thick
…
Like
I’m that [?]
[?]
You look up [?] I got it up
Keep myself [?]
[?]
[?]
Still shakin’ ass in the deli
Y’all playin’ dress up
She must’ve thought she could catch up
I got my foot on they necks, I can’t let up
She all on the floor, I’m like, “Get up”
She my son but I ain’t her mammy (Huh?)
bi^^hes can’t stand me
Eat through my pa6ties
…
Think you the sh^t, bi^^h?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin’ hard (Grrah)
I’m breakin’ they hearts, like (Like)
bi^^hes be quick, but I’m quicker (Like)
bi^^hes be thick, but I’m thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)
Walk past and I’m shakin’ my ass
Walk the block when I [?]
..
Look at my tan
I lose nothing ’cause bi^^h, you my [?]
…
‘Cause I’m on [?] if nothing else, I’m carrots
She [?] in the Paris
Think you the sh^t, bi^^h?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin’ hard (Grrah)
I’m breakin’ they hearts, like (Like)
bi^^hes be quick, but I’m quicker (Like)
bi^^hes be thick, but I’m thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)