Ice Spice - Euphoric Lyrics

(Stop playin' wit 'em, Riot)
Grrah

Shittin' on bitches my hobby
I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby
That nigga a fiend I can tell he adore it (grrt, grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (forfeit)
When it come to these bitches I feel like they lost it (grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignored me but niggas is startin' to notice

These bitches ain't from where I'm from (grrah)
I'm from the X beat on a bitch like it's fun (like it's fun)
Damn, I'm so pretty and young
They say I'm next like, "Ice Spice you really the one" (I'm next)
Okay she mad 'cause I'm takin' her spot
Bitches be needin' niggas to get hot like (like what?)
Bitch, I'm a baddie I'm used to the spotlight (grrah, grrah)
Don't you compare me to bitches I'm not like (suck my dick)
Grrah, I got issues
Think I'm a bitch? Then come see what this bitch do
Hop out the V and I promise I'll blitz you
If you not my nigga then why would I kiss you? (Why would I kiss you?)
You crazy? You stupid?
Give you my heart like you better not lose it (facts)
Fuck on ya bro like this shit is amusin' (word, grrah)

Shittin' on bitches my hobby
I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby
That nigga a fiend I can tell he adore it (grrt, grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (forfeit)
When it come to these bitches I feel like they lost it (grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignored me but niggas is startin' to notice

I'm smokin' on 'Za like a hippie (word)
If she a baddie I tell her get with me (get with me)
I'm finna poo on these bitches like Winnie
I do my dance on a nigga like Diddy (grrah)
I'm 'bout to gas him, I'm poppin' a titty (grrah)
He lovin' the way it get sticky (baow)
He a gangsta I let him get in me
I feel like the baddest lil' bitch in my city (word)
You not a Barbie it's givin' dirty
I fuck her up (suck my dick) then I get sturdy
Grrah-grrah, I don't need luck if I'm poppin' this Perky
Watch me get lit by the end of the summer
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother (grrah, uh, grrah)
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother

Shittin' on bitches my hobby
I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby
That nigga a fiend I can tell he adore it (grrt, grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (forfeit)
When it come to these bitches I feel like they lost it (grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignored me but niggas is startin' to notice