Deli lyrics

[Intro]
Grrah (Grrah, grrah, grrah)
Grrah (Grrah), grrah (Grrah)
She a baddie, she showin' her panty (Stop playin' with 'em, CupcakKe)

[Chorus]
She a baddie, she showin' her panty (She showin' her panty)
She still eat it like jelly (She still eat it like jelly, damn, damn)
Hunnid balls in Chanely (Hunnid balls in Chanely)
But I'm still smackin' ass in the deli (but I'm still smackin' ass, grrah, grrah)
(Huh) Peanut butter jelly all in my belly-belly (Ha)
Rated R, no Kelly, ate his meat like a deli (Like)
(Grrah) Don't moan, you can spare me cause your breath kinda smelly (Yeah)
Yеah, my pus*y always screaming "It's hot in herre" likе Nelly (Grrah, grrah)

[Verse 1]
Call me Bill Cosby, he eatin' my crack (Eatin' my crack, damn)
You know papis love b*tches with cash (b*tches with cash)
I get a lot (I get a lot)
Up in this crotch (Grrah)
If you ain't noodles, then get off the pot
My name Ice, but I always stay hot
Passenger pornstar, he pass me his c*ck (Grrah)
Freakest lil' b*tch from my block
Hoes wanna wake up, do makeup, and don't even know how they look when they baked (ugly as hell)
Face be looking like a bunch of mashed potatoes getting smashed on a plate (hahahaha)
These rap b*tches suck and I don't give a f*ck about none of the music they make (head on)
As long as they watching they tone, and I'm not talking 'bout getting tan on a lake


[Chorus]
(And) She a baddie, she showin' her panty (She showin' her panty)
She still eat it like jelly (She still eat it like jelly, damn, damn)
Hunnid balls in Chanely (Hunnid balls in Chanely)
But I'm still smackin' ass in the deli (but I'm still smackin' ass, grrah, grrah)
(Huh) Yeah, daddy, daddy, yeah, I like it like that
I'm hitting more positions than Ray J hat (like)
(Grrah) I'm riding on your di*k till your di*k get a flat (damn)
I'm bout to lay your ass down like a f*cking doormat (uh-huh)

[Verse 2]
Feelin' a stripper, and I'm showin' my coochie
I change the thongs to Emilio Pucci (Damn, damn)
I love white b*tches, like shoutout to Lucy
If she lesbian, I let her seduce me (Damn, damn)
I'm the sh*t, I'm that b*tch, I'm Miss pus*y
c*m in my frappe got me feelin' real horny (Got me feelin' real horny)
Forty-inch, middle-parted (Forty-inch, middle-parted)
He got all my nudes hearted (Grrah, grrah)
Post pic, oh sh*t, post pic, oh sh*t
Post pic, oh sh*t, I bet your nxxxa get the lotion (Grrah)

Baddies on baddies, they know how to move
Cooters on cooters, they know how to cooch
Bussin' three nuts, shootin' straight to the moon (Shootin' straight to the moon)
Off the juice, actin' loose
[Chorus]
Yeah, daddy, daddy, yeah, I like it like that
I'm hitting more positions than Ray J hat (like)
(Grrah) I'm riding on your di*k till your di*k get a flat (damn)
I'm bout to lay your ass down like a f*cking doormat (uh-huh)
Peanut butter jelly all in my belly-belly (Ha)
Rated R, no Kelly, ate his meat like a deli (Like)
(Grrah) Don't moan, you can spare me cause your breath kinda smelly (Yeah)
And I'm baggin' his pus*y, I'm petty (Grrah)

[Outro]
And I'm baggin' his pus*y, I'm petty
But I'm still smackin' ass in a deli
Grrah (Grrah, grrah)
Grrah, grrah, grrah

(Spank me, daddy!)