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i8
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Hip-Hop/Rap
i8 was released on March 20, 2026 by Interscope Records as a part of the album Better Than Yesterday
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Release DateMarch 20, 2026
LabelInterscope Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM76

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lebra Jolie
Lebra Jolie
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Orlando Rowe
Orlando Rowe
Songwriter
Lebra Daniels
Lebra Daniels
Songwriter
Orville Hall
Orville Hall
Songwriter
Phillip Price
Phillip Price
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Vega
Vega
Producer
Orlando Rowe
Orlando Rowe
Recording Engineer
Frontline
Frontline
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer
Jacob Stewart
Jacob Stewart
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Cezar Barretto
Cezar Barretto
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Fernanda Starling
Fernanda Starling
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Bitch, I ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate
Bitches, line ya ass up
Fuck **** check
Bitches, line ya ass up
I love you, Vega
Fuck, talkin' 'bout these—
[Verse 1]
I'm still counting all these racks
Carrying bitches on my back
I'm still giving hoes the business
Just take a look at all these slacks
****, my office hours is a 9 to 5
Send the paper through, that's facts
Heard you 'round there fucking them young ****
But they saying that pussy wack
If a ho say she don't fuck with me
Just know she got cut off
I been poppin' since a preteen
And I still ain't took no loss
Still ain't took no L
She on demon time, let's go to hell
I'm a player, yeah, they call me Lebra
Weigh that on my scale
When and where?
If that ho can't stand me, tell her pick a chair
Runnin' through her motherfucking head
She think I'm combing hair
Polar bear
Bitch, my neck so icy, it might snow in here
Ain't no pole in here
Do not play, we stil got hoes in here
I'm like Holyfield
Bitches biting, it ain't only ears
How your stomach look like you been at the store drinking beers?
But your rent late
Still skimming, look like Kim K
Yeah, the big way
They bowin' down, I feel like sensei
[Verse 2]
Yeah, tired of these hoes talking shit
None of you bitches don't exist
They ain't got shit up on my wrist
Yeah, they ain't doing it like this
I ain't worried 'bout no ****, I'm too cool on a bitch
[Verse 3]
Yeah, ain't no rules when you rich
Bitch, I spank your ass like your momma
Go to school with that switch
Like who you think you is?
Put that on your kids
Got this ho so fucking stressed
I damn near see her ribs
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Bitch, I ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Bitch, I ate, ate, ate, ate, ate
[Verse 4]
We can go face to face up in this ho
Ain't no celebration, but I still got cake up in this ho
Wait a minute, this lil' shit, blue bands, I'm bangin' on this ho
I know she mad, she want me to stop, it ain't no brakes up in this ho
Mad I'm up doing my big one, you gon' stay up on that floor
Yeah, fix ya some tea, I'm flawless
I be blocking them ****, they calling
Tripping on me, kinda look like he falling
Ball on a bitch, I be giving them Spalding
Cut up, I be giving them hell
Fuck with me no type of way
I be giving them bonds, come show me my cell
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Bitch, I ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Bitch, I ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate
[Chorus]
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Bitch, I ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
Bitch, I ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate, ate
[Outro]
Fuck **** check
Bitches, line your ass up
Fuck **** check
Written by: Lebra Daniels, Orlando Rowe, Orville Hall, Phillip Price
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