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Ice Spice - TTYL (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ice Spice
Ice Spice
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ice Spice
Ice Spice
Songwriter
RIOTUSA
RIOTUSA
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
RIOTUSA
RIOTUSA
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Sean Solymar
Sean Solymar
Mixing Engineer
Tommy Rush
Tommy Rush
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Grrah, grrah, grrah) First thing when I wake up (grrah) I make sure my cake up (cake up) I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah) Of course I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters) All black, just like a skater No friends, bitches be faker (grrah) No rocks, no scissors (grrah) Just gettin' that paper (grrah) Gettin' that paper like I never had it (like?) Empty the stores, that's my only bad habit (grrah) Empty the clip if them bitches want static (word) Shakin' that shit so he just wanna grab it (grrah) I tell his bitch to go play in some traffic (word) Five stars when I'm lunchin' (lunchin') Bad bitch, so he munchin' (munchin') Shoot a movie at Dunkin' I'm a brand, it's nothin' (nothin') I'm a star on TV (grrah) All in my face, what them bitches wan' see (grrah) All in my comments, stay suckin' my D Shakin' my head, I be suckin' my teeth Please, like, I know I'm that bitch who that bitch wanna be, grrah First thing when I wake up (grrah) I make sure my cake up (cake up) I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah) Of course I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters) All black, just like a skater No friends, bitches be faker (grrah) No rocks, no scissors (grrah) Just gettin' that paper (grrah) Talkin' shit on the net, I'ma drag her (drag her) No clout for that bitch, like, why would I tag her? (Why?) Thats why her man wanna play with my clappers (clappers) We in the V and we playin' my slappers Damn, it's baddies galore (woah) She lookin' right in that Christian Dior And I don't even drink, but I'm lettin' her pour Grrah, she shake it, shake it (shake it) Get naked, naked (naked) He on my line, tryna throw me a stick And I'm cappin' to him like I know how to take it (like) Like, it's karma, fake it (fake it) I just let him taste it He talkin' nice, so I'm lettin' him crack it I'm throwin' it back, I'm like, "Baby, don't break it" (break it) First thing when I wake up (grrah) I make sure my cake up (cake up) I do my hair, put a lil' bit of makeup (grrah) Of course I'm the baddest, them bitches be haters (haters) All black, just like a skater No friends, bitches be faker (grrah) No rocks, no scissors (grrah) Just gettin' that paper (grrah) (Like, like) (I'ma talk to you later) (Grrah, gettin' that paper) (Talk to you later) (Grrah, I'ma talk to you later) (Grrah, I be gettin' that paper)
Writer(s): Ice Spice, Riotusa Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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