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Ice Spice - Plenty Sun Lyrics
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The beat so hard, I don't even gotta say nothin'
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty-something" (grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"
On my tongue-y tongue (grrah), he put his thumby thumb (grrah)

He got plenty funds
We done hit the strip club, he got plenty ones (plenty ones)
We done hit his traphouse, he got many guns (many guns)
Brody took a fake perc now he got tummy rum's (tummy rum's)
I ain't got no f*ckin' kids, I got hella sons (grrah)
And you chillin' with a star, not just anyone (grrah)
And you're chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun (grrah)
And I packed a whole zip, I got dirty lungs (grrah)
And I post my fire pics, yeah, the Getty ones (Damn)
Ain't got time for them bitches, yeah, them bitches bums (bitches bums)
I ain't got a lot of friends, I'm meticulous (like)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (ridiculous, ridiculous)

He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty-something" (grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"
On my tongue-y tongue (grrah), he put his thumby thumb (grrah)

You know I'm too fine to be single 'cause I got a man ('cause I got a man)
But you cute, I f*ck with you, I cancel all my plans (all my plans)
Put that shit on, think he fly, he think he Peter Pan (Peter Pan)
How you bitches mad at me? I thought she need a man (need a man)
Said, "What you tryna do?" (grrah) "Get me fooled on some bags and designer shoes?" (grrah)
You ain't crackin' 'til you sign this, I got shit to lose (shit to lose)
And you munchin' first, nigga, I don't make the rules (huh, make the rules)
And you ask a lot of shit, nigga, this ain't class (huh, this ain't class)
You just gotta know I'm bad with a lot of ass (lot of ass)
You just gotta know I'm paid with a lot of plaques (lot of plaques)
And I always come in first, yeah, I'm never last (never last)

He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty something" (grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"
On my tongue-y tongue (grrah), he put his thumby thumb (grrah)

And you're chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun
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The beat so hard, I don't even gotta say nothin'
(Stop playin' with 'em, RIOT)

He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty-something" (grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"
On my tongue-y tongue (grrah), he put his thumby thumb (grrah)

He got plenty funds
We done hit the strip club, he got plenty ones (plenty ones)
We done hit his traphouse, he got many guns (many guns)
Brody took a fake perc now he got tummy rum's (tummy rum's)
I ain't got no f*ckin' kids, I got hella sons (grrah)
And you chillin' with a star, not just anyone (grrah)
And you're chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun (grrah)
And I packed a whole zip, I got dirty lungs (grrah)
And I post my fire pics, yeah, the Getty ones (Damn)
Ain't got time for them bitches, yeah, them bitches bums (bitches bums)
I ain't got a lot of friends, I'm meticulous (like)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (grrah)
All them damn diamonds on me look ridiculous (ridiculous, ridiculous)

He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty-something" (grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"
On my tongue-y tongue (grrah), he put his thumby thumb (grrah)

You know I'm too fine to be single 'cause I got a man ('cause I got a man)
But you cute, I f*ck with you, I cancel all my plans (all my plans)
Put that shit on, think he fly, he think he Peter Pan (Peter Pan)
How you bitches mad at me? I thought she need a man (need a man)
Said, "What you tryna do?" (grrah) "Get me fooled on some bags and designer shoes?" (grrah)
You ain't crackin' 'til you sign this, I got shit to lose (shit to lose)
And you munchin' first, nigga, I don't make the rules (huh, make the rules)
And you ask a lot of shit, nigga, this ain't class (huh, this ain't class)
You just gotta know I'm bad with a lot of ass (lot of ass)
You just gotta know I'm paid with a lot of plaques (lot of plaques)
And I always come in first, yeah, I'm never last (never last)

He like, "Bae, you hella fine but you hella young"
I'm like, "Baby, don't you worry, I'm like twenty something" (grrah)
He like, "Okay, so you pop to stay, you get enough"
On my tongue-y tongue (grrah), he put his thumby thumb (grrah)

And you're chillin' with a star, like it's plenty sun
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Writer: Ephrem Louis Lopez Jr., Javier Mercado, Isis Naija Gaston, Daniel Mohsen Mohammadi
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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