Euphoric (Explicit)

Euphoric (Explicit) - Ice Spice

Lyrics by：Ice Spice

Composed by：Ice Spice

Go again to old

To or

Stop playin' with 'em riot

Shittin' on ******* my hobby

I be going dumb and I'm feeling euphoric grah

We go like whitney and bobby

That n***a a fiend I can

Tell he adore it grah

I make 'em forfeit forfeit

When it come to these *******

I feel like they lost it grah

I'm 'bout to throw it

First they ignore me but

N***as is startin' to notice

These ******* ain't from where I'm from grah

I'm from the X beat on a *****

Like it's fun like it's fun

D**n I'm so pretty and young

They say I'm next like

Ice spice you really the one I'm next

Okay she mad 'cause I'm takin' her spot

******* be needin' n***as

To get hot like what

***** I'm a baddie

I'm used to the spotlight grah grah

Don't you compare me to *******

I'm not like suck my dick

Grah I got issues

Think I'm a *****

Then come see what this ***** do

Hop out the V and I promise I'll blitz you

If you not my n***a then why would I kiss you

I kiss you

You crazy you stupid

Give you my heart like you better not lose it facts

**** on ya bro like this s**t is amusing word grah

Shittin' on ******* my hobby

I be going dumb and I'm feeling euphoric grah

We go like whitney and bobby

That n***a a fiend I can tell he adore it grah

I make 'em forfeit forfeit

When it come to these *******

I feel like they lost it grah

I'm 'bout to throw it

First they ignore me but n***as is startin' to notice

I'm smoking on za like a hippie word

If she a baddie

I tell her get with' me get with' me

I'm finna to pooh on these ******* like winnie

I do my dance on a n***a like diddy grah

I'm 'bout to gas him I'm poppin' a titty grah

He lovin' the way it get sticky baow

He a gangsta I let him get in me

I feel like the baddest lil ***** in my city word

You not a barbie it's giving dirty

I **** her up then I get sturdy

Grah grah

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

Grah uh grah

I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother

Shittin' on ******* my hobby

I be going dumb and I'm feeling euphoric grah

We go like whitney and bobby

That n***a a fiend I can tell he adore it grah

I make 'em forfeit forfeit

When it come to these *******

I feel like they lost it grah

I'm 'bout to throw it

First they ignore me but n***as is startin' to notice

Go again to old

To or to why

Go again to old

To or to why