Out My Face (My Baby) (Explicit)
Ice Spice, Lil Yachty"Out My Face (My Baby) (Explicit)" ist ein Song von Ice Spice, Lil Yachty, 2026, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:02, 153 lines / 659 words.
Songtext
0:01Yeah yeah yeah yeah
0:07Yeah yeah
0:07I don't even got to say much
0:08Grrah
0:09Everybody knows
0:10Like
0:10And it ain't just niggas I could take these niggas hoes
0:13Yeah
0:14I-I went from a PJ buildin' to the fortieth floor
0:17Damn
0:17W-watchin' bitches speak on shit they'll truly never know about
0:20Poppin' up showin' out
0:22Bitches wanna take my space
0:23Like
0:24Get out my face
0:25Get out my face
0:26Get out my face
0:26Like
0:27Get out my face
0:28Get out my face
0:29Get out my f-
0:30Grrah
0:30Get out my f-
0:30Grrah
0:31Get out my f-
0:31Grrah
0:31Get out my f-
0:32Get out my face
0:33Get out my face
0:34Get out my face
0:35Get out my face
0:35Matter fact give me space
0:36Like
0:37Matter fact give me time
0:38Like
0:38Matter fact give me māthā
0:40Damn
0:40Matter fact make me a mom
0:41Like
0:42And I'm outside with the slimes
0:43Like
0:43And I'm outside with the gangy
0:45Gangy
0:45Label scared for my safety
0:46Like
0:47Told them they can't change me
0:48Grrah
0:48JPG on the shirt
0:49Shirt
0:50Bet you see C for the pump
0:51Like
0:51No matter where in the world
0:53My 'ooter a geek ten shots for the dump
0:54Grrah
0:55It's pokin' out from the side
0:56Woah
0:56You can see my shit from the front
0:58I was never afraid to fight
0:59Nope
1:00I was never the one to run
1:01I was always número one
1:03Damn
1:03You ain't comin' correct?
1:04You're done
1:04Damn
1:05Begone
1:07Get out my face
1:08Get out my face
1:08Get out my face
1:09Like
1:10Get out my face
1:11Get out my face
1:12Get out my f-
1:12Grrah
1:13Get out my f-
1:13Grrah
1:13Get out my f-
1:14Grrah
1:14Get out my f-
1:15Get out my face
1:16Get out my face
1:17Get out my face
1:17Get out my face
1:18Matter fact give me space
1:20Like grrah
1:21Matter fact give me time
1:23Like damn
1:25Matter fact give me māthā
1:26Give me that
1:28Matter fact make me a mom
1:30Get out my face
1:31Get out my face
1:31Get out my face
1:32Get out my face
1:33Get out my-
1:33What?
1:34Woah X pills'll make ya cha-cha
1:36Uh
1:36Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa
1:38Got a bitch turning burned off the Blanco
1:40Oof
1:40I only want head like a poncho
1:42Twin beat his case got him a Bronco
1:44'Cause the glove didn't fit
1:45Deep pockets stuffed out like cilantro
1:48I dip in the VIP made it mine
1:49What?
1:50Whip up a bitch she fine
1:52Never will I steal your shine
1:54You ain't never geeked on M in a penthouse
1:55While your dick stuck in a dime
1:57Facts
1:57I done hit so many hoes almost turned myself in
2:00Thought it was a crime
2:01Hoo
2:01Girl you look good it's your mom
2:03Ayy
2:03I'm tryna see y'all aligned
2:06Ayy ayy
2:06I'm tryna see y'all aligned my baby
2:08Ayy
2:08I'm down to cover the fine my baby
2:10One of one one of a kind my baby
2:11Ayy ayy-ayy
2:12Geek up but I don't do lines my baby
2:14You gotta get with the times my baby
2:16Tattoo your face
2:17Tattoo your face if you're truly mine my baby
2:21Everything peachy everything come with a risk
2:24Peachy ooh risky
2:25Stay with a blicky my nails too long to close my fist
2:28Ooh pow pow pow pow
2:29The 'ooter gon' spin like a DVD-style disc
2:32Ooh spin ooh
2:33And these hoes is mad they pissed but won't do shit
2:35Won't do nothin' bro
2:37They mad but won't do shit
2:38Won't do nothin'
2:39They mad but won't do shit
2:40Won't do nothin'
2:41They mad but won't do shit
2:42They mad but won't do shit
2:44Won't do nothin' ooh
2:45They mad but won't do shit
2:48Aha aha
2:51Woah X pills'll make ya cha-cha
2:53Uh
2:53Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa
2:55Got a bitch turning burned off the Blanco
2:57I only want head like a poncho
2:58Twin beat his case got him a Bronco
3:01'Cause the glove didn't fit
3:02Deep pockets stuffed out like cilantro
Yeah yeah yeah yeah Yeah yeah I don't even got to say much Grrah Everybody knows Like And it ain't just niggas I could take these niggas hoes Yeah I-I went from a PJ buildin' to the fortieth floor Damn W-watchin' bitches speak on shit they'll truly never know about Poppin' up showin' out Bitches wanna take my space Like Get out my face Get out my face Get out my face Like Get out my face Get out my face Get out my f- Grrah Get out my f- Grrah Get out my f- Grrah Get out my f- Get out my face Get out my face Get out my face Get out my face Matter fact give me space Like Matter fact give me time Like Matter fact give me māthā Damn Matter fact make me a mom Like And I'm outside with the slimes Like And I'm outside with the gangy Gangy Label scared for my safety Like Told them they can't change me Grrah JPG on the shirt Shirt Bet you see C for the pump Like No matter where in the world My 'ooter a geek ten shots for the dump Grrah It's pokin' out from the side Woah You can see my shit from the front I was never afraid to fight Nope I was never the one to run I was always número one Damn You ain't comin' correct? You're done Damn Begone Get out my face Get out my face Get out my face Like Get out my face Get out my face Get out my f- Grrah Get out my f- Grrah Get out my f- Grrah Get out my f- Get out my face Get out my face Get out my face Get out my face Matter fact give me space Like grrah Matter fact give me time Like damn Matter fact give me māthā Give me that Matter fact make me a mom Get out my face Get out my face Get out my face Get out my face Get out my- What? Woah X pills'll make ya cha-cha Uh Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa Got a bitch turning burned off the Blanco Oof I only want head like a poncho Twin beat his case got him a Bronco 'Cause the glove didn't fit Deep pockets stuffed out like cilantro I dip in the VIP made it mine What? Whip up a bitch she fine Never will I steal your shine You ain't never geeked on M in a penthouse While your dick stuck in a dime Facts I done hit so many hoes almost turned myself in Thought it was a crime Hoo Girl you look good it's your mom Ayy I'm tryna see y'all aligned Ayy ayy I'm tryna see y'all aligned my baby Ayy I'm down to cover the fine my baby One of one one of a kind my baby Ayy ayy-ayy Geek up but I don't do lines my baby You gotta get with the times my baby Tattoo your face Tattoo your face if you're truly mine my baby Everything peachy everything come with a risk Peachy ooh risky Stay with a blicky my nails too long to close my fist Ooh pow pow pow pow The 'ooter gon' spin like a DVD-style disc Ooh spin ooh And these hoes is mad they pissed but won't do shit Won't do nothin' bro They mad but won't do shit Won't do nothin' They mad but won't do shit Won't do nothin' They mad but won't do shit They mad but won't do shit Won't do nothin' ooh They mad but won't do shit Aha aha Woah X pills'll make ya cha-cha Uh Six hoes runnin' 'round in casa Got a bitch turning burned off the Blanco I only want head like a poncho Twin beat his case got him a Bronco 'Cause the glove didn't fit Deep pockets stuffed out like cilantro
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