left Waved goodbye Sat on a crate Thought when I spoke And thought when you're gone It's just like every day Do-do-do-do Ice cream Ride my bike I turn
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to be Drake or J. Cole Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo One Blood, plural, nigga I'm spending Euros Ferrari got a ice cream paint
ta violate your relationship So I lay back in the cut with a crush that'a trip Still he can't stop me from having day dreams Tonging you down with vanilla ice cream
relationship So I'll lay back in the cut with a crush that's a trip Still he can't stop me from having daydreams Tonguing you down with uh, vanilla ice cream
put it to the test Scuse me, I don't believe I was finished Making all your bad hurt feelings be diminished and delicious Like a tasty ice cream or scone
of The Way We Swing, and the Underground Talkhowyalike Posse I feel like a nice big bowl of cereal, icy cold milk Daddy, can I eat some ice cream? Look
don't knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
, cock suckers, what's his name? That's how we do it y'all, yeah, to all my niggaz in the house Bad Boy, who we die for all day, everyday nigga, yeah,
t knock me for tryin to bury seven zeros, over in Rio Dijanery Ain't nobody's hero, but I wanna be heard on your Hot 9-7 everyday, that's my word
West syy eed Huh niggaz be like wonderin where tha Ice Cream Man been at I been down South countin my marbles nigga But I got two sides Damn it feels
I call it Iron Mike Tyson And you already know what we mix our Sprites in Yellow gold, that's where we dip our ice in Your h***, that's where we stick
stand a rope, so don't try to hang 'em Talk about dogs, boy I can slang 'em Rat-a-tat-tat on your noggin' 'Cause Ice'll cream your ass like Haagen-Dasz
m going to drink the rum ojito, no, no the mojito And walk out on the Malecon, the Malecon In one hand a Monte Cristo And in the other an ice cream cone
-on Vans. My life was so simple I had not one pimple, My everyday was made up of these plans: To ride my bike to Thrifty's, Run past the balls and ice cream
soul to be Drake or J. Cole Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur's halo One blood, plural, n-gga I'm spendin' Euro's Ferrari got an ice cream
burn like earth shiver births, uh If there's any beef, I come runnin' like Mertz, uh Word up, eagle street I'm throwin' my curve up We take your ice cream