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Y2K!

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2024. 07. 26.

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<colbgcolor=#002a30><colcolor=#82ccb7> The 1st Studio Album Y2K!

아티스트	아이스 스파이스
발매	2024년 7월 26일
녹음	2023년 ~ 2024년 3월
장르	힙합, Drill
길이	23:18
트랙	10
프로듀서	RIOTUSA, Joshua Goldin-McCarthy, Synthetic, upmadeit, DJH, Ojivolta, Lily Kaplan, venny
레이블	10K Projects, Capitol

1. 개요2. 트랙리스트

2.1. Phat Butt2.2. Oh Shhh...2.3. Popa2.4. Bitch I'm Packin'2.5. Plenty Sun2.6. Did It First2.7. BB Belt2.8. Think U The Shit (Fart)2.9. Gimmie A Light2.10. TTYL

3. 평가

1. 개요

2024년 7월 26일에 발매된 아이스 스파이스의 정규 1집.

2. 트랙리스트

Y2K! 트랙리스트
2024년 7월 26일 발매
<rowcolor=#82ccb7> #	곡명	길이	비고
1	Phat Butt	2:10	-
2	Oh Shhh...	2:42	-
3	Popa	2:40	-
4	Bitch I'm Packin'	2:43	-
5	Plenty Sun	2:42	-
6	Did It First	1:59	-
7	BB Belt	1:57	-
8	Think U The Shit (Fart)	2:22	-
9	Gimmie A Light	2:07	-
10	TTYL	2:04	-

2.1. Phat Butt

Phat Butt 01
02' 10"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro]
Uh
Man
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
(Yup)

[Verse 1]
Hatin' bitches be angry, hatin' bitches, they ain't me
How the fuck I'm still chewin' bitches in gray shorts and a plain tee?
Mad as fuck if I was them, D&G and it's custom
Cuban Link with a pink gem, I'm the one who they pumpin' (Yup)
Rap bitch on a pop chart, toastin' bitches like Pop-Tarts
You's a flop, bitch, knock it off, where the champagne? I'ma pop it off
Bitch, you know you ain't like that, post a pic and he like that
Fat butt with a back tat, and I been bad like Mike Jack (Yup)
Talk a lot, but ain't sayin' shit, I ain't hear your song, they ain't playin' it
Sloppy hoes gon' chat the most, if you make your bed, better lay in it
Name got the bitch gaggin', hit the bench, I been tagged in
Bitch, you lost, throw the flag in, stay on a jet, but ain't laggin' (Yup)

[Bridge]
Got these bitchеs copyin' my pose
Got these bitchеs bitin' on my flows
Like ballerinas, keep 'em on they toes
And I really write, like fuck a ghost (Yup)

[Verse 2]
Chanel bags and it's cashmere
Oh, I see why they mad, yeah (Oh, I, oh, I)
Bum bitches had a bad year
Bitches stay on my Pauly D, send 'em back home like the cab's here
Sold half a milli' on a mixtape
Probably more on a quick tape, and it's all real, ain't shit fake (Yup)
Never lucky, I been blessed, queen said I'm the princess
Been gettin' them big checks in a big house, havin' rich sex
Jamaican plug named Batman, pack smellin' like trash cans
Let him beat it from the back and he eat it up like Pac-Man (Yup)
Niggas fucked, but it ain't many, lil' body, but my name heavy
Baddest out, you can ask Getty, and I never lack 'cause I stay ready
Fat butt, pull my pants up, shakin' ass, got my bands up
Her man callin' and she mad as fuck, bitch, be happy I don't answer (Yup)

[Interlude]
Oh, I see why they mad, my hearticle
We came from the four line to four times Grammy-nominated, word (Yup)

[Outro]
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—, fat butt, pull my—
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—
Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—, fat butt, pull my—
Fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my—
Fat-fat-fat-fat-fat butt, pull my pants up, fat butt, pull my pants up
Suck my dick

2.2. Oh Shhh...

Oh Shhh... 02
02' 42"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro: Ice Spice]
Grrah
Grrah
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
Like

[Chorus: Ice Spice & Travis Scott]
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she countin' her bands (She countin' her bands; ooh, shit)
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot, grrah)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she's showin' her thong (She's showin' her thong, like; ooh, shit)

[Verse 1: Ice Spice]
Bitch, I'm petty, you know I bе on that (Grrah)
Standin' on shit like a floor mat
They keep tryin' to reach mе (Huh)
'Cause they know that I never call back (Grrah)
Throw it back on her BD (BD)
Just know he caught that
Hatin' bitches, I gotta ignore that (Grrah)
Need some grabba, like, bro, where the store at? (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm facin', don't ask me to pass it (Grrah)
If we beefin', don't ask me to hash it (Grrah)
In the party them clappers is clappin' (Like)
In the party them slappers is slappin' (Damn)
My name Ice, on the beat I be skatin' (Like)
Bitch, I'm pretty, I look like a paintin' (Like)
With a baddie and she lookin' Blasian (Damn)
Say my grace 'cause the money amazin' (Grrah)

[Chorus: Ice Spice & Travis Scott]
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she countin' her bands (She countin' her bands; ooh, shit)
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot, grrah; huh)
Oh shit, she totin' the knot (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she's showin' her thong (She's showin' her thongs, like; ooh, shit)

[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
Ooh shit, come do it for me
T, I'm from TX (Yeah)
Shorty, she come from the BX
Ice and the flame and the Nia (It's lit)
You might get a car and it's keyless
Topless, no V6 (Skrrt, skrrt)
I'm out in New York, I'm in Sei Less (Skrrt, skrrt)
You might get you more if you say less
I'm cookin' a wave of flow
They watchin' my moves, remote (Damn)
Cacti down her throat
Sent cornrow down her throat
Ooh, shit (Ooh, shit)
To smoke, we brought us some nics
I told Dolan to sell us the Knicks
Like the flow Jalen Brunson, won't trip, man
[Chorus: Ice Spice]
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she countin' her bands (She countin' her bands)
Oh shit, she turn up the spot (She turn up the spot, grrah)
Oh shit, she totin' the knock (She totin' the knock, grrah)
Oh shit, she doin' her dance (She doin' her dance, like)
Oh shit, she's showin' her thong (She's showin' her thong, like)

2.3. Popa

Popa 03
02' 40"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro]
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh (Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

[Chorus]
Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Grrah)
He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Grrah)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Grrah)

[Verse 1]
Skin the color coca, put his nose in (Nose in)
Told him that I love him, I was trollin' (Trollin')
They ain't want me to win, I was chosen (Chosen)
That bitch talkin' shit, she get poked in (Grrah)
Tell her drop a pin, we ain't bowlin' (Grrah)
Make them bitches sick, I got motion (Like)
See hеr, I'm like, "Grrah," that's the slogan (Like)
Bad bitch, shе my twin like the Olsens (Like)

[Chorus]
Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Grrah)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Grrah)
He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Grrah)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Grrah)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Like)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Like)

[Verse 2]
And I feed him good 'cause he a eater (He a eater)
And he beat that cat, call up PETA (Like)
When he goin' slow, tell him, "Speed up" (Uh-huh)
Diamonds on my neck like I'm anema'
I ain't anema' (Like), got that heater (Grrah)
Bad bitches, I'm your leader (Leader)
Mad bitches wanna be her (Like)
Bitches can't see me for nothin' like Sia (Grrah)

[Chorus]
Came up out the hood, yeah, I got super lit (Super lit)
Diamonds keep on dancin', got a stupid wrist (Stupid wrist)
He ain't fuckin' on me, he got a stupid bitch (Stupid bitch)
And he left that bitch 'cause I'm a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Bitch, she ain't no player, this a cooler bitch (Cooler bitch)
Just me on the plane and the stewardess (Stewardess)
All this fuckin' breesh, what to do with it? (Do with it)
Munchin' on that popa like it's food in it (Food in it)

[Outro]
Grrah
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh, uh
She a stupid bitch

2.4. Bitch I'm Packin'

Bitch I'm Packin\' 04
02' 43"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro: Gunna & Ice Spice]
Yo
Young Wunna (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)
Ice (Grrah, grrah)
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

[Chorus: Ice Spice]
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on mе)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)

[Verse 1: Ice Spice]
Hе got felonies (Grrah), he got hella weed (Grrah)
His bitch ridin' really good, but I got better knees (Grrah)
Mixed bitch (Mixed bitch), ain't no pedigree (Mm)
Rich bitch (Rich bitch), I got amenities
Fuck is you tellin' me? (Is you tellin' me?)
Bitch, you lackin' (Bitch, you lackin')
Bitch, you actin' (Bitch, you actin')
You get packed in (You get packed in)
Don't get packed in (Don't get packed in)
Don't be single, nigga, I know you cappin' (I know you cappin')
I know you cappin'
Oh, you tappin'? (Oh, you tappin'?)
Oh, you wanna tap in? (Oh, you wanna tap in?)
Oh, you wanna mack then? (Oh, you wanna mack then?)
Oh (Oh), mm, bad as fuck, want a magazine? (Magazine)
Mm, high as fuck, what is happenin'? (Grrah)

[Chorus: Ice Spice]
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)

[Verse 2: Gunna]
Yeah, high astrology, every day, I smoke broccoli (Ha)
Racks keep callin' me (Racks), all these boys my protégés (My protégés)
Miu Miu and Prada jeans (Yeah), who got stuff I'm tryna see? (Stuff)
You my bitch, don't lie to me, get an AP for my apology (For my apology)
SVJ the Aventador (Slide), my Lambo slide like centipede (Slide)
Skyami, my top off, got my shirt off (Yeah), she can see the V
I just landed from Rome and now her Pucci came from Italy
Ice, she got on stones to set the tone (Ice), I match her energy
Bitch, you know I ain't lackin' (Yeah)
I got tricks from New Orleans
Bitch, you know what's happenin' (Bitch, you know what's happenin')
Boy, don't do no cappin' (Do no cappin')
Booby trap, I left the trap, I'm geeked up in a Lamb' (Geeked)
Blue 'Scotti, fill up, like, roll me up with some (Roll me up with some)

[Chorus: Ice Spice & Gunna]
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin', packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm packin' (Packin')
Got the jatt on me (Yeah)
Yeah, he jackin' me (Jackin' me)
Got the racks on me (Got the racks on me)
Got the stack on me (Got the stack on me)
Got the strap on me (Got the strap on me)
I got what he need (Yeah)
He got what I need (Grrah)

2.5. Plenty Sun

Plenty Sun 05
02' 42"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro]
The beat so hard, I don't even wanna say nothin'
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

[Chorus]
He like, "Bae, you hella fine, but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty-somethin'" (Grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop this, then you good enough"
On my tonguey-tongue (Grrah), he put his thumby-thumb (Grrah)

[Verse 1]
He got plenty funds (Plenty funds)
We done hit the strip club, he got plenty ones (Plenty ones)
We done hit his trap house, he got many guns (Many guns)
Brodie took a fake Perc', now he got tummy runs (Tummy runs)
I ain't got no fuckin' kids, I got hella sons (Grrah)
And you chillin' with a star, not just anyone (Grrah)
And you chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun (Grrah)
And I pack the whole zip, I got dirty lungs (Grrah)
And I post my fire pics, yeah, the Getty ones (Damn)
Ain't got time for them bitches, yeah, them bitches bums (Bitches bums)
I ain't got a lot of friends, I'm meticulous (Like)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (Ridiculous, ridiculous)

[Chorus]
He like, "Bae, you hella fine, but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty-somethin'" (Grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop this, then you good enough"
On my tonguey-tongue (Grrah), he put his thumby-thumb (Grrah)

[Verse 2]
He know I'm too fine to be single, course I got a man (Course I got a man)
But you cute, I'll fuck with you, I'll cancel all my plans (All my plans)
Put that shit on, think he fly, he think he Peter Pan (Peter Pan)
How your bitch is mad at me? I thought she ain't need a man (Need a man)
So what you tryna do? (Grrah)
Get me food or some bags and designer shoes? (Grrah)
You ain't crackin' 'til you sign this, I got shit to lose (Like)
And you munchin' first, nigga, I don't make the rules (Huh, make the rules)
And you ask a lot of shit, nigga, this ain't class (Huh, this ain't class)
You just gotta know I'm bad with a lot of ass (Lot of ass)
You just gotta know I'm paid with a lot of plaques (Lot of plaques)
And I always come in first, yeah, I'm never last (Never last)

[Chorus]
He like, "Bae, you hella fine, but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty-somethin'" (Grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop this, then you good enough"
On my tonguey-tongue (Grrah), he put his thumby-thumb (Grrah)
[Outro]
And you chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun

2.6. Did It First

Did It First 06
01' 59"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro: Lily Kaplan]
Tell me, baby, do you understand?

[Chorus: Ice Spice]
If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Like)
No Uno, I hit the reverse (Grrah)
I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Grrah)
I don't care 'cause he did it first (Like)
If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Damn)
I ain't trippin', I— (I ain't trippin', I—)
I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Like)
I don't care 'cause he did it first

[Verse 1: Ice Spice]
He beg me to stay, but I'm dippin'
I don't even drink, but I'm sippin'
We not fuckin', but he put the tip in (Grrah)
He get on my nerves, but I'm with it (Grrah)
I start thinkin' when he get up in it
I'm like, "Damn, I knеw you for a minute" (Damn)
I don't want them niggas in our business (Likе)
I'm like, "Bae, you know you the realest" (Grrah)
I'm like, "Fuck it," I know he gon' spend (Like)
I'm with Tati and her thotty friend
We like, "Fuck it," we fuckin' his friends (Grrah)
We gon' party 'til the party ends
I'm a baddie, he fuck with my tats (Like)
Big boobs and it come with a jatt
Say he don't want me, I know he a cap (Cap)
Oh, you cheatin'? Then I'm cheatin' back

[Chorus: Ice Spice & Central Cee]
If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Like)
No Uno, I hit the reverse (Grrah)
I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Grrah)
I don't care 'cause he did it first (Like)
If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Damn)
I ain't trippin', I— (Alright)
I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Like)
I don't care 'cause he did it first (Uh)

[Verse 2: Central Cee]
I'm selective with who I get with
Gyal on my phone tryna see who I slept with
She investigating, detective
Lucky for me, I deleted the message
All along, it was me and a bad bitch
But I told her it was me and my bredrin
By the end of this verse, I'll be done
I guess we gon' see in like sixteen seconds
If I went court for all of the times I got caught, I'd have about sixteen felons
I keep comin' with stupid excuses like, "I was juiced and tripped and fell in"
I might take the risk DMin'
But I don't know 'cause these chicks be tellin'
At the minute, I'm hittin' some risky women
I clearly ain't learn my lesson

[Chorus: Ice Spice]
If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Like)
No Uno, I hit the reverse (Grrah)
I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Grrah)
I don't care 'cause he did it first (Like)
If he's cheatin', I'm doin' him worse (Damn)
I ain't trippin', I— (I ain't trippin', I—)
I ain't trippin', the grip in my purse (Like)
I don't care 'cause he did it first

[Outro: Ice Spice, Lily Kaplan & Central Cee]
He did it first, he did it first, he did it first, he did it first
He did it first, he did it first, he did it first
Alright
Understand
Baby, do you understa-sta-sta-sta-sta-sta—
Ooh
Sta-sta-sta-sta-sta-sta—
Ooh
Sta-sta-sta-sta-sta-sta—
Ooh
Sta-sta-sta-sta-sta-sta—
Baby, do you understand?

2.7. BB Belt

BB Belt 07
01' 57"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro]
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

[Chorus]
Trueys on and I BB my belt (Like)
I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)
He hit my line 'cause he know I'm myself (Grrah)
He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)
I'm a baddie, so fuck how she felt (Grrah)
I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)
And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

[Verse 1]
And I'm lit 'cause I just signed a deal (Grrah)
Everybody be knowin' my name (Like)
Just want the money, I don't want the fame (Like)
And I'm different, they ain't in my lane (Grrah)
Countin' up hundreds is how I stay seen (Like)
Picture perfect, he lovin' my frame (Damn)
I'm a baddie, I do what I do (Do what I do)
Like, I'm bad, but my bitches is too (Like)
And they know how to move (Move)
Niggas talk, we go ku (Ku)
I don't get introduced
Yeah, I'm that bitch, so they stealin' my juice
This one bitch is built like an ant, ew (Ew)
Crash outs, and they goin' on rants
Cash cow, I be gettin' them bands (Damn)
Bitches switchin' but they wasn't trans (Grrah)

[Chorus]
Trueys on and I BB my belt (Like)
I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)
He hit my line 'cause he know I'm myself (Grrah)
He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)
I'm a baddie, so fuck how she felt (Grrah)
I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)
And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

[Verse 2]
And I'm thick, but I don't got a waist (Damn)
Think she pretty, but changin' her face (Damn)
Fallin' behind like, bitch, pick up your pace
It was funny 'til I took her place
Her man callin', but I be like, "Who this?" (Who this?)
I'm a switchy bitch, I really do this (Damn)
Lightskin, but I'm black, you could tell by my hair (Hair)
I get money, bitch, I am a millionaire (Millionaire)
Walk in the party, everybody gon' stare (What?)
If I ain't the one, why the fuck am I here, hm?

[Chorus]
Trueys on and I BB my belt (Like)
I'm Miss Poopie, but I never smell (Grrah)
He hit my line 'cause he know I'm myself (Grrah)
He got a bitch, but he know I don't tell (Like)
I'm a baddie, so fuck how she felt (Grrah)
I'm a baddie like, fuck how you feel (Damn)
And I'm thick 'cause I don't miss a meal

2.8. Think U The Shit (Fart)

Think U The Shit (Fart) 08
02' 22"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro]
What the fuck I'ma say in the intro?
Hahaha
You want me to say somethin' so bad
(Stop playin' with 'em, Riot)
Can you, please?

[Chorus]
Think you the shit, bitch?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin' hard (Grrah)
I'm breakin' they hearts, like
Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (Like)
Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I'm richer (Damn)

[Verse 1]
Take-takin' her man (Takin' her man)
Don't give a fuck (Don't give a fuck)
Out in the Yams (Out in the Yams)
And I'm keepin' one tucked (Keepin' one tucked)
I make me some jams (I make me some jams)
Unlock that advance (Unlock that advance)
I said four hundred bands (I said four hundred bands)
Just to do my lil' dance (Grrah)
Bitch, I'm a brand (Like)
Bitch, I'm a baddie, I get what I want (Damn)
All in Balenci', I look like a bum
I got the jatty, he just wanna hump (Hump)
Walk through and start shakin' my hips
I'ma dip when I stack all my chips (Like)
Strip a dummy, I want the whole 'fit
I got a French nigga sendin' me tips, grrah

[Chorus]
Think you the shit, bitch?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin' hard (Grrah)
I'm breakin' they hearts, like
Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (Like)
Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I'm richer (Damn)

[Verse 2]
His bitch at home playin' dress-up (Huh?)
She must've thought she could catch up (Grrah)
I got my foot on they necks, I can't let up (Grrah)
She all on the floor, told her get up (Get up)
She my son, but I ain't her mammy (I ain't her mammy)
Bitches can't stand me (Bitches can't stand me)
Eat through my panties (Eat through my panties)
Hard knock life, no Annie
I need a vacay, I'm losin' my tan (Damn)
I'd lose anything before my man
I'm a pretty bitch, I don't like fightin'
On the beat, I'm goin' Super Saiyan (Grrah)
I said, "Mirror, mirror, who the fairest?" (Huh?)
Leave a bum nigga lookin' embarrassed (Like)
Spent a hundred-fifty on some carats (Grrah)
That shit cray like them niggas in Paris

[Chorus]
Think you the shit, bitch?
You not even the fart (Grrah)
I be goin' hard (Grrah)
I'm breakin' they hearts (Like)
Bitches be quick, but I'm quicker (Like)
Bitches be thick, but I'm thicker (Like)
She could be rich, but I'm richer (Damn)

2.9. Gimmie A Light

Gimmie A Light 09
02' 07"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro: Sean Paul]
Just gimme the light and pass the dro
Buss anotha bokkle a Moët
Gyal dem inna mi sight and I gots to know
Which one is gonna catch my flow (Stop playing with 'em, Riot)

[Chorus]
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)

[Verse 1]
Big knock, like I'm not a fighter (Grrah)
Big Ice, I don't need a writer (Like)
Her man callin' me baby (Grrah)
I'm Miss Poopie like I need a diaper (Grrah)
Watch your mouth 'cause my bitch get scrappy (Scrappy)
Fuck you mean, bitch? It never gave tacky (What?)
Off the liquor, we be gettin' nasty (Huh?)
Ghetto, fabulous, and fancy (Damn)
She gettin' loud, but nobody moved (Word)
Talk of the town, I'm makin' the news (Facts)
Pretty-ass face and some pretty-ass boobs
Pretty-ass bitch, I be shakin' the room (Grrah)
Stank-ass bitch tryna grill me
She actin' lost, but of course, she in tune (Grrah)

[Chorus]
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)

[Verse 2]
I take her man out of boredom (Grrah)
Bad bitch, came straight outta Fordham (Grrah)
Now I'm rockin' Balenci' (Damn)
I remember I couldn't afford 'em (Damn)
Like bitches be losin' the plot (Damn)
And that's how I got to the top (Grrah)
And, no, I don't got any opps (Grrah)
Like, why would I beef with a flop? (Grrah)
Like let's talk drill (Grrah)
Who bigger than she? (Like)
Who prettier too? (Like)
Two-fifty to get in the booth (Damn)
Like let's be real (Grrah)
Who bigger than me? (Grrah)
Who littier too? (Grrah)
That's why I could take your boo (Damn)

[Chorus]
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)
Hotboxin' the V like, "Gimme a light" (Where it's at?)
Fat ass, so the pants fit tight (Yeah)
Take her man, I'm gettin' him right (Yeah)
Big knock like why would I fight? (Grrah)

[Outro: Sean Paul]
Jus gimme the light and pass the dro
Buss anotha bokkle a Moët
Gyal dem inna mi sight and I gots to know
Which one is gonna catch my flow
Cah me inna the vibes and I got my dough
Buss anotha bokkle a Moët
Gyal dem lookin' hype and I gots to know
One, two, three, four

2.10. TTYL

TTYL 10
02' 04"

[ 가사 보기 ]: [Intro]
(Grrah, grrah, grrah)

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 2]
Talkin' shit on the 'net, I'ma drag her (Drag her)
No clout for that bitch, like, why would I tag her? (Why?)
That's 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)

[Chorus]
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)

[Outro]
(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)