Euphoric lyrics
by Ice Spice
[Intro]
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)
Grrah
[Chorus]
sh*ttin' on b*tches my hobby, I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (Grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that n*gga a fiend, I can tell he adore it (Grr-grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these b*tches, I feel like they lost it (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignore me but n*ggas is startin' to notice
[Verse 1]
These b*tches ain't from where I'm from (Grrah)
I'm from the X, beat on a b*tch 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)
Think that she mad 'cause I'm takin' her spot
b*tches be needin' n*ggas to get hot like (Like what?)
b*tch, I'm a baddie, I'm used to the spotlight (Grrah, grrah)
Don't you compare me to b*tches I'm not, like (Suck my di*k)
Grrah, I got issues
Think I'm a b*tch, then come see what this b*tch do
You hop out the V and I promise I'll blitz you
If you not my n*gga 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)
f*ck on ya bro, like, this sh*t is amusin' (Word, grrah)
[Chorus]
sh*ttin' on b*tches my hobby, I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (Grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that n*gga a fiend, I can tell he adore it (Grr-grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these b*tches, I feel like they lost it (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignore me but n*ggas is startin' to notice
[Verse 2]
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 Pooh on these b*tches like Winnie
I do my dance on a n*gga like Diddy (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to gas him, I'm poppin' a titty (Grrah)
He lovin' the way it get sticky (Bow)
He a gangster, I let him get in me
Yeah, I feel like the baddest lil' b*tch in my city (Word)
You not a Barbie, it's givin' dirty
I f*ck her up (Suck my di*k), then I get sturdy, grrah, grrah
I don't need luck if I'm poppin' this Perky (Word)
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
[Chorus]
sh*ttin' on b*tches my hobby, I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (Grrah)
We go like Whitney and Bobby, that n*gga a fiend, I can tell he adore it (Grr-grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it come to these b*tches, I feel like they lost it (Grrah)
I'm 'bout to throw it
First they ignore me but n*ggas is startin' to notice