Bitch In Ibiza Lyrics

Justine Skye

Candy

Lyrics to Bitch In Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza

He wanna go toe to toe
With a baddie
Hips
The fulls lips
Just get into the fatty
You know the name
Not sending no addy
Watch that tone
You not my daddy (ugh)

Bad bitch on the rise
Got my eyes on the prize
Heartthrob on my side
(Let's ride)

Got flavors on deck
Lotta ice on my neck
Give a sip to my haters
They dry

Jet setting for a week
Cooking up on a beach
Bet they all wanna piece of the pie

I could do it like it this
I could flip like it that
Tryna get it how I get it
Don't try

Yea I keep him in a daze
Now your ex want the fade
Surf's up
Wanna ride this wave

This a different kinda thing
Couple carrots in my ring
And it's always gon' give
What it gave

I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza

Top down
Coming to meet ya
2 a.m.
I'm a different creature
Blacked out
Off the lime-arita
If you tryna learn
I could be ya teacher

Worldwide
Gimme the visa
Gotta tell 'em pipe down
I don't need the features
Where you at Skye?
Kinda hard to reach ya
Ugh, I'm just another bitch in Ibiza

I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza

I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza
I'm just another bitch in Ibiza

Real tea
Your old flame ain't hot like me
I'm a two piece that's always spicy
Gotta run it up my taste is pricey
Dripping a sauna my limbs stay icy

New vibe
New gig
New shoot
New ceiling

Peep the shine
Your girl too ambitious

Waste my time
I gotta hurt them feelings
Hunting for an eater that don't ever need a reason

Both hands on his snap back
My ex man had a yacht
Can you top that?
Mouth slicker than slick
Only state facts
Now he attached to the doll
Where my waist at?

Tryna scoop me?
That's risky
When I roll up
Whole club get frisky
Raise your glass if you in here with me
I'm with a rude boy tryna sip me like whisky (ahhh)

Work your body
Shake it to the rhythm
Work your body
Get like me
Work your body
Just shake it to the rhythm
Work your body
Get like me

Work your body
Shake it to the rhythm
Work your body
Get like me
Work your body
Just shake it to the rhythm
Work your body
Get like me...
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