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Ice spice He stayed out and bit enough, got him out the road Think about shit that I shit in me So I tell him there's one of me, he make it fun of me His girl is a bummer, like that boy is a cop Saying he home but I know where he at Like, but he blowin' her back, think about me cause he know that it's fine And it boom where they been, pulling his phone like he'll send me a pen Ducking my shit cause he know what I'm more Oh when he hit me I'm not gonna respond But I don't sleep enough without you, and I can't eat enough without you If you don't speak, does that mean we're through? Sorry I am swimming You