ice spice deli lyrics | Ice Spice Lyrics ("Deli" lyrics)

“Deli”

Grrah
Grrah
Grrah
Grrah
Grrah
Grrah
She a baddie, she showin’ her panty
Stop playin’ with ’em RIOT

She a baddie, she showin’ her panty
She shake it like jelly (Damn)
Hunnit bands in Chanely
But I’m still shakin’ ass in a deli (Grrah)
With my bitch gettin’ deady
He like him a wetty (Damn)
He want the WAP, but I just want the fetty (Grrah)
And I’m baggin’ his partner, I’m petty (Grrah)

Call me that B while he eatin’ my honey
You know niggas like bitches with money
I get a lot (I get a lot)
Takin’ her spot (Grrah)
If you ain’t cookin’, then get off the pot
My name Ice, but I always stay hot
Passenger princess, he pass me his knock (Grrah, grrah)
Baddest lil’ bitch from my block
Me and baddies be gettin’ along
So they always be singin’ my songs
Steppin’ outside, I’ma put that shit on (Like)
300 and then I perform (Damn)
You know I’ma get to the bag
All the hatin’ bitches to the back (To the back)
Too much to lose, so I cannot react (Damn)
Damn, bitches be goin’ out sad (Grrah)

Feelin’ a smooch and I’m showin’ my coochie
PJ to Emilio Pucci (Damn)
I love white bitches, like shout out to Lucy
If she bad, then I let her seduce me (Damn)
I’m the shit, I’m that bitch, I’m Miss Poopie
Juice in my cup, got me feelin’ real loopy
40 inch, middle parted
He got all my pics hearted
They all like, “Damn Ice, your flow be the hardest” (Like)
I’m not a regular artist
Grrah, grrah
Go Ku and I’m just gettin’ started
Baddies on baddies, they know how to move
‘Ooters on ‘ooters, they know how to ‘oot
Bussin’ that pack, goin’ straight to the moon
Off the juice, actin’ loose