Ice Spice - Like lyrics
Ice Spice [Isis Naija Gaston] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Ice Spice - Like lyrics]
Grrah, like stop playin' with 'em, RIOT
Why you tryna come for me? Like
(Why you tryna come for me?)
Her man, he a munch, he in love with me
(Yuh, like) please, not too much on me
(Not too much on me)
I be poppin' shit but do it humbly, like
Why they tryna come for me? Like
They know they can't fuck with me
I be poppin' shit but do it humbly, like
Please, not too much on me
Okay, let's talk about facts
She gettin' bigger than rap
In his mind, I be runnin' them laps
I got my niggas in check (Grrah)
Feel like GloRilla, I'm blessed
They wanna know what's next (Huh?)
Bitches got me vexed
Left my ex depressed (Pressed)
Not too much on me (Damn)
If you say that shit in private
Say it publicly (Huh?)
When they said I wouldn't make it
That shit stuck with me now it's up with me
Bitches know what's up with me
Niggas know what's up with me, like
Walkin' with my shades on, hoodie on
(Shades on)
I ain't tryna end up on The Shade Room (Nah)
Never been a
I done kicked the door down in this bitch
They gotta make room
How she hit the charts off a
Word? Is she fake news?
I got all my haters sick
(Ugh) , now they face blue
Screamin', "FNF" (Grrah) , like, I hate dudes
I don't even chase my lick
Why would I chase you?
Yesterday, woke up that bitch, today
The same mood (Yuh)
Why you tryna come for me? Like
(Why you tryna come for me?)
Her man, he a munch, he in love with me
(Yuh, like) please, not too much on me
(Not too much on me)
I be poppin' shit but do it humbly, like
Why they tryna come for me? Like
They know they can't fuck with me
I be poppin' shit but do it humbly, like
Please, not too much on me (Grrah)
Why you tryna come for me? Like
(Why you tryna come for me?)
Her man, he a munch, he in love with me
(Yuh, like) please, not too much on me
(Not too much on me)
I be poppin' shit but do it humbly, like
Why they tryna come for me? Like
They know they can't fuck with me
I be poppin' shit but do it humbly, like
Please, not too much on me
Okay, let's talk about facts
She gettin' bigger than rap
In his mind, I be runnin' them laps
I got my niggas in check (Grrah)
Feel like GloRilla, I'm blessed
They wanna know what's next (Huh?)
Bitches got me vexed
Left my ex depressed (Pressed)
Not too much on me (Damn)
If you say that shit in private
Say it publicly (Huh?)
When they said I wouldn't make it
That shit stuck with me now it's up with me
Bitches know what's up with me
Niggas know what's up with me, like
Walkin' with my shades on, hoodie on
(Shades on)
I ain't tryna end up on The Shade Room (Nah)
Never been a
I done kicked the door down in this bitch
They gotta make room
How she hit the charts off a
Word? Is she fake news?
I got all my haters sick
(Ugh) , now they face blue
Screamin', "FNF" (Grrah) , like, I hate dudes
I don't even chase my lick
Why would I chase you?
Yesterday, woke up that bitch, today
The same mood (Yuh)
Why you tryna come for me? Like
(Why you tryna come for me?)
Her man, he a munch, he in love with me
(Yuh, like) please, not too much on me
(Not too much on me)
I be poppin' shit but do it humbly, like
Why they tryna come for me? Like
They know they can't fuck with me
I be poppin' shit but do it humbly, like
Please, not too much on me (Grrah)