Ice Spice TTYL 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 b****es be haters (Haters)
All black, dressed like a skater
No friends, b****es be faker (Grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (Grrah, hehe)
Just gettin’ that paper (Grrah)
Gettin’ that paper like I never had it (Like)
Emptyin’ the store is my only bad habit (Grrah)
Empty the clip if them b****es want static (Work)
Shakin’ ass just so he wanna grab it (Grrah)
Ask how his b****, she go play in some traffic (Work)
Five stars when I’m lunchin’ (Lunchin’)
Bad b****, 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 b****es won’t see (Grrah)
All in my comments, they suckin’ my D
Shakin’ my head, I be suckin’ my teeth, please
Like, I know I’m that b**** who that b**** 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 b****es be haters (Haters)
All black, dressed like a skater
No friends, b****es be faker (Grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (Grrah, hehe)
Just gettin’ that paper (Grrah)
Talkin’ shit on there, now I’ma drag her (Drag her)
No call for that b****, like, why would I tag her? (Why?)
Thats why her man wanna play in my clappers (Clappers)
We in the V and we playin’ my slappers, damn
It’s baddies gon’ look (Woah)
She lookin’ right in that Christian Dior
And I don’t even drink, but I’m lettin’ her pull, grrah
She shakin’, shakin’ (Shakin’)
Gettin’ naked, naked (Naked)
Be on my life, tryna throw me a stick
And I’m cappin’ to him like I know how to take it (Like)
It’s cool, I’ma 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 b****es be haters (Haters)
All black, dressed like a skater
No friends, b****es be faker (Grrah)
No rocks, no scissors (Grrah, hehe)
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)