Music: Feli Ferraro/Julien Lopes/Sarah Solovay
Lyrics: Layia Watkins
[Intro]
But we are in a sassy man apocalypse, so you know
The men going into they soft girl era
These niggas need to tighten the **** up
[Verse 1]
Raw ass b***h, he might get salmonella
Red bottoms don't fit, I'm a hood Cinderella
Then he pulled up in a Prius, he's a broke man, tesla
Makin' me sick (Mm-mm) if it's winter
I don't mean to judge off a first impression
Or his part time job at 7-Eleven
But he a broke ass peasant
Asking twenty-one questions
Smell the Axe on his body, bad b***h repellent
[Pre-Chorus]
(Ick) And he got bad credit
(Ick) And he got a foot fetish
(Ick) When he swiped his card it rejected
(Ick) All the real b*****s get it
(Ick) DNR but he tryin' paramedic
(Ick) Mm-mm, flat-line, just dead it
(Ick) There ain't no comin' back when you get it
All the real b*****s get it
[Chorus]
He gave me the ick, ick, ick
Ick, ick, ick, ick
Ick (Ew), ick
Ick, ick, ick, ick
Ick, ick
Ick, ick, ick, ick
Ick (Ew), ick
He gave me the (Eww)
[Verse 2]
Lady b***r gone
He dry humping me and huffing like a dog
And he whispered in my ear, "Did I get off?" (Nigga, **** no)
Then he finished, turned over and called his mom
Can't make this shit up
What the ****?
Had to sanitize everything that he touched on me
Hit it once and he said he in love with me
Then I gagged when he asked can he nut in me
I ain't havin' your baby, you ugly
Ha, one more twist
Yeah, your mama a b***h
And you got a lil d**k, said his daddy gave it to him
Ain't something he can fix (Peewee)
[Bridge]
These niggas need to tighten the **** up
He breathe
He laugh
He hump fast (Disgusting)
[Chorus]
Everything he do give me the ick, ick, ick
Ick, ick, ick, ick
Ick (Ew), ick
Ick, ick, ick, ick
Ick, ick
Ick, ick, ick, ick
Ick (Ew), ick
He gave me the
[Post-Chorus]
Lady b***r gone (G-g-go-gone)
L-L-Lady B***r gone (G-g-go-gone)
[Outro]
Eww
D**khead, I'm fried off that shit