Pretty Privilege Lyrics – Ice Spice

Read the full Pretty Privilege lyrics by Ice Spice along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Ice Spice’s music, you can also explore Big Guy and Thootie, two other songs by Ice Spice.

[Intro]
(Stop playing with ’em, Riot)

[Chorus]
Double park that Escalade, I’m popping out, can’t see my lace
She might talk s*it 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 fu*k? These b!tches dirt
Just be yourself, this s*it could work
Pretty Privilege, that’s a perk
I can’t help it, I’m a flirt
Fine s*it, that’s a fact
From the front, you see the back
PR said no clapping back, mwah

[Verse 1]
Hit the club, I’m clapping at
Bust it open, bend it over
B!tches show they areolas
I’m a bad b!tch, 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
B!tches clocking in, they clocking pages, never clocking tea (Clocking tea, clocking tea)

[Chorus]
Double park that Escalade, I’m popping out, can’t see my lace
She might talk s*it 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 fu*k? These b!tches dirt
Just be yourself, this s*it could work

Pretty Privilege, that’s a perk
I can’t help it, I’m a flirt
Fine s*it, that’s a fact
From the front, you see the back
PR said no clapping back, mwah

[Verse 2]
Cancel me, they really tried it
I’m so cocky I can’t hide it
Young and turnt I’m flirtatious
Mayback truck, this s*it is spacious
Serving face, don’t need a dish
Why he lying on his d!ck?
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 s*it
B!tch, 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

[Chorus]
Double park that Escalade, I’m popping out, can’t see my lace
She might talk s*it 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 fu*k? These b!tches dirt
Just be yourself, this s*it could work
Pretty Privilege, that’s a perk
I can’t help it, I’m a flirt
Fine s*it, that’s a fact
From the front, you see the back
PR said no clapping back, mwah