Ice Spice Fart Sus Remix lyrics

[Intro]
Winiss

[Chorus]
He got a thick di*k, he be making me fart
He getting me hard
I’m breaking his heart, like
p*nis be quick, but I’m quicker
n*ggas be thick, but I’m thicker
He could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn)

[Verse 1]
And I’m taking a man
Don’t give a f*ck
And I got the yams
So my cheeks getting f*cked
Then I spank me a man
And I’m locked on his pants
I got four-hunnid bands
Just to twerk on the Gram
DigBar the brand
b*tch, he my daddy, I get what I want
I know he miss me, he look at my bum
I got this fatty, I know who gon’ hump (Hump)
Black dude started shaking his hips
I’ma dip after I smack his di*k
I’m a mummy, he wrap me a di*k
I got a French n*gga giving me tips (Grrah)
[Chorus]
He got a thick di*k, he be making me fart
He getting me hard
I’m breaking his heart, like
p*nis be quick, but I’m quicker
n*ggas be thick, but I’m thicker
He could be rich, but I’m richer (Damn, Winiss)

[Verse 2]
Kissing at home, playing dress up
He mustard, and I be the ketchup
I got my di*k on his neck, I won’t let up
He all on the floor, told him, “Get up”
Eat my sons, but I ain’t his nanny
n*ggas can’t stand me
He eat through my panties
That hard-knock pipe gon’ ram me
I need a vacay with dudes in my plans
I do anything just for my man
I’m a pretty b*tch, I don’t like fighting
On the meat, I’m going Super Saiyan
I said, “Mirror, Mirror, who the fairest?”
Know a buff n*gga, think his Terrance
Suck a hunnid-fifty n*gga’s carrots
Shout-out Ye, I f*ck n*ggas in Paris
[Chorus]
He got a thick di*k, he be making me fart
He getting me hard
I’m breaking his heart, like
p*nis be quick, but I’m quicker
n*ggas be thick, but I’m thicker
He could be rich, but I’m richer

[Outro]
Winiss