Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ice Cream , by - Jack Harlow. Song from the album 18, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 16.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Private Garden
Song language: English
Ice Cream |
| The mutherfuckin' man, when I pull up on the spot |
| Got the kids goin' wild like I’m sellin' ice cream |
| Like I’m, like I’m sellin' ice cream, (cream) |
| I don’t really know how I can tell 'em nicely |
| I’m the prince of my city, yeah they know about the kid |
| You a tourist in this bitch doin' hella sight seein' |
| We been on the move for a minute now, (ey) |
| Movin' through the city with the windows down, (ey) |
| Only got a couple months till we graduate so, (so) |
| Ain’t nobody out here really tryna sit around, (ey) |
| I just hit her phone with that «WYD», (yeh) |
| She said, «Boy I’m down, if you wanna come find me», (cool) |
| I said, «Watchu wearing girl? |
| There’s something I’m tryna see» |
| Told me, «Come and get it», said she wanna surprise me |
| Bet, give me like an hour and a half |
| With the homies right now and we bout to get a snack, (yoh) |
| In the mean time, you can take a shower or a bath |
| And relax, wait for me, I’ll be out there in a dash, (yoh) |
| Close knit, how we sharin' the wealth |
| I can see that they don’t like how we carry ourselves |
| You can tell by how we act, we don’t care how they felt |
| I can see it in your eyes that you’re scared of yourself, you lil' |
| Know she wanna fuck with a fella like me |
| They don’t know for sure, but they can tell I might be |
| The mutherfuckin' man, when I pull up on the spot |
| Got the kids goin' wild like I’m sellin' ice cream |
| Like I’m, like I’m sellin' ice cream |
| I don’t really know how I can tell 'em nicely |
| I’m the prince of my city, yeah they know about the kid |
| You a tourist in this bitch doin' hella sight seein' |
| We been laid back, lookin' for some things to do |
| Pull up at the party, now it’s lookin' like a kangaroo |
| Remember when I used to never get the invite |
| Now I’m the motherfucker that these people wanna cater to |
| Smooth criminal, y’all are too cynical |
| Hottest in my city I ain’t even hit my pinnacle, (yeh) |
| First round draft pick, you might get your ass kicked |
| Post up, step back, every move is pivotal |
| And I got the people sayin', «Why the boy is so lyrical?», (what!) |
| They hatin' on me, but they still enjoy what they hearin' tho |
| Honestly, I think you need that shit I pour in my cereal |
| She ain’t tryna hook up with me cause I’m boyfriend material, cool |
| But now she pullin' on my cardigan |
| Dick went soft, but I think it’s gettin' hard again |
| The people that I started with, the ones I’m bout to party with |
| And we gon' stay away from anyone who wasn’t a part of it |
| Know she wanna fuck with a fella like me |
| They don’t know for sure, but they can tell I might be |
| The mutherfuckin' man, when I pull up on the spot |
| Got the kids goin' wild like I’m sellin' ice cream |
| Like I’m, like I’m sellin' ice cream |
| I don’t really know how I can tell 'em nicely |
| I’m the prince of my city, yeah they know about the kid |
| You a tourist in this bitch doin' hella sight-seein' |