Ice Spice Pretty Privilege Lyrics
(Stop playin’ with ’em, Riot)
Double park that Escalade, I’m poppin’ out, can’t see my lace
She might talk shit on the ‘Gram, but she won’t talk it to my face
Chauffeur, I got a driver, I don’t gotta touch the brakes
Poser, she hear my song and copy everything I say
Like, what the fuck? These bitches dirt
Just be yourself, this shit could work
Pretty Privilege, that’s a perk
I can’t help it, I’m a flirt
Fine shit, that’s a fact
From the front, you see the back
PR said no clappin’ back, mwah
Hit the club, I’m clapping at
Bust it open, bend it over
Bitches show they areolas
I’m a bad bitch, can’t smash this
They say, “Baby girl, you fabulous”
Everyone so into you
Oh, you a munch, I’m feeling you
My man a creep, he fill on me
He going through my following
Paparazzi flash, I’m rushing to the V, they follow me
Baby, I’m a stalk, you know l’m out his league, like obviously
Bitches clocking in, they clocking pages, never clocking tea (Clocking tea, clocking tea)
Double park that Escalade, I’m poppin’ out, can’t see my lace
She might talk shit on the ‘Gram, but she won’t talk it to my face
Chauffeur, I got a driver, I don’t gotta touch the brakes
Poser, she hear my song and copy everything I say
Like, what the fuck? These bitches dirt
Just be yourself, this shit could work
Pretty Privilege, that’s a perk
I can’t help it, I’m a flirt
Fine shit, that’s a fact
From the front, you see the back
PR said no clappin’ back, mwah
Cancel me, they really tried it
I’m so cocky I can’t hide it
Young and turnt I’m flirtatious
Mayback truck, this shit is spacious
Serving face, don’t need a dish
Why he lying on his dick?
When I press and plead the fifth
Like he ain’t even get a kiss
Fifty racks, I’m rocking Rick
Louis Tims, I’m stomping shit
Bitch, I never mow the lawn but
Every day I’m coming trim
Ass is fat, the waist is tiny
From the Bronx, you know I’m grindy
I got bills like l’m a Riley
At the bank where you could find me
Double park that Escalade, I’m poppin’ out, can’t see my lace
She might talk shit on the ‘Gram, but she won’t talk it to my face
Chauffeur, I got a driver, I don’t gotta touch the brakes
Poser, she hear my song and copy everything I say
Like, what the fuck? These bitches dirt
Just be yourself, this shit could work
Pretty Privilege, that’s a perk
I can’t help it, I’m a flirt
Fine shit, that’s a fact
From the front, you see the back
PR said no clappin’ back, mwah