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Ice Spice - We Found Love Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ice spice]
I'm bout to gas him I'm popin a Titty
He lovin the way it get sticky
He a gangsta I let em get in me
I feel like the baddest Lil bitch in
My city you not a barbie
It's givin Dirty
I fuck her up then I get it sturdy
Grrah-Grrah
I don't need Luck if I'm poppin this perky

[Verse 2: Dd Osama]
Lil Ddot gon turn on his beam
Don't forget that I'm still Droppin DOA
Catch a Flocka on me he not safe
And these niggas keep talkin on Notti
Spin the Sev I'ma catch me a Homi
Call up Dueylo like "yo what's the word?"
We got the Drop let's spin through the
Third Catch me a Nine I'ma blow that [?]
He gon die by the poke
Grrah 40s n 9s that shit hit a Mil
Don't forget about Dead Opps Nigga
Dougie He ran, catch a leg shot
Spin Through the Bronx tryna make me
New Dead Opp
Like still tappin my Neck that Fat nigga died
And Rah got put right to bed
Two Dead niggas but one from the Sev
[Verse 3:Ice spice]
These bitches ain't from where I'm from
I'm From the X beat a bitch like it's fun
Damn I'm so pretty and Young
They say I'm next like "ice spice you really the one"
She mad cause I'm taking her spot
Bitches be needin niggas to get hat like
Bitch I'm bad I'm used to the starlight
Don't you compare me to bitches I'm not like
(Grrah I got issues) Think I'm a bitch?
Come see what this bitch do
Hop out the V and I promise I'll blitz
If you not my nigga then why would
I Kiss you (you crazy, you stupid?)
Give you my heart then you better not
Lose it Fuck on ya bro like this shit
Amusing Grrah

[Verse 4:Dd Osama]
JayripK saw the car he should've fled
Grrah grrah I'm back on my bullshit
Catch a Opp empty out the full clip
Niggas be chattin they don't ever do shit
R-Roll a dead Opp in this new spliff
Nigga, Nazzy, yeah he shootin
Mixed the Rippy wit the JB
Why the fuck these niggas got me Lazy?
TG Chattin, got scared what we do?
Stop talkin on Notti you fool
5th To the Sev shit really look cool
Hope I see em when I bend through
Yellin "NOTTI GANG" when I'm in the booth
Catch a Six swept em wit a Broom
Grrah
[Verse 5:Ice spice & Dd Osama]
Say you love me then show that
Old Friends watchin sendin me throwbacks
Soon as I make it they know I can't go back
I got feelings but I never show em
I don't talk about it I just smoke em
Goin through shit I don't think, I just got em
Soon as I go in the booth I'ma go em Grrah Grrah
Catch a Six swept em wit a Broom bitch
All these niggas mad cause I'm up
Like fuck it it's up and it's stuck
Youssef a bitch he got shot in the back
Totin on .30 why the fuck would I Lack?
Mr. Leave-a-nigga-on-his-back
Throw shots, pass off, get low from the scene
Like Ddot gon turn on his beam

[Bridge:Dd Osama]
Get rich and that's word to my mother
Grrah

[Verse 6:Ice spice]
I'ma get rich and that's word to my mother