Euphoric Remix lyrics

[Intro: Ice Spice]
Stop playin' with 'em, Riot
Grrah

[Chorus: Ice Spice]
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 could tell he adore it (Grr, grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it comes 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: Ice Spice]
These b*tches ain't from where I'm from (Grrah)
I'm from the X, beat on the 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*tche 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'd 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 you bro like this sh*t is amusin' (Word)
Grrah
[Chorus: Ice Spice & Dusty Locane]
sh*ttin' on b*tches my hobby
I be goin' dumb and I'm feelin' euphoric (Grrah, euphoric)
We go like Whitney and Bobby
That n*gga a fiend, I could tell he adore it (Grr, grrah, I adore it)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit, forfeit)
When it comes to these b*tches, I feel like they lost it (Grrah, hmm)
I'm 'bout to throw it (Feva)
First they ignore me, but n*ggas is startin' to notice (Huh? Look)

[Verse 2: Dusty Locane]
Pass the opp pack so n*ggas could roll it (Roll it)
I'm [?] but I'm feelin' like [?]
From the East but [?] like the West
If you [?], I'm the first n*gga totin' (Totin')
Yeah, I know how these old n*ggas on my di*k
Tryna [?]
In the back of the Maybach with a baddie (Baddie)
Suck me up while we coastin' (Coastin')
If I eat, then my n*ggas gon' eat too (They gon' eat)
Like glass ya' n*ggas is see-through
Say you loyal but I ain't believe you
See the hate in your eyes, I breed you
Ain't one ready to drill a fact (Ain't one)
Knocks on your body, you still got clapped
f*ck on this b*tch, pass her to Kev (Yo, Kev')
And the rest of the killers react (Rrr)
[Chorus: Ice Spice]
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 could tell he adore it (Grr, grrah)
I made 'em forfeit (Forfeit)
When it comes 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