| I tried to work man, but it just wasn’t in my blood
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| It wasn’t my thing, I tried
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| I mean I tried, but it really wasn’t my thing
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| Words from that good bishop, I’m a outcast
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| I don’t fit in the system
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| My outfit, furry like a house pet
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| Italian leather couch set
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| Stepping out, something stretched out
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| Limousine shit
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| Twist the green shit, purple lean sip
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| Triple beam shit, this that Master P shit
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| Ice cream shit
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| Got it sewn like a seamstress
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| Linen sleeveless
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| Only linen clean shit, European dream shit
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| Fuck niggas, let the cream flip
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| Let the fiends hit
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| Nina with that beam spit
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| Leave you like steamed fish
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| Squeeze clips out the clean six
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| Niggas seem slick
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| …muhfucka you ain’t seen shit
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| Marci nigga
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| Niggas wanna come and hang on some mary jane
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| Champagne, gripping woodgrain
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| I’m still insane
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| On the way, on the way
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| I keep a bitch on the stroll
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| Even when its cold
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| Stay after that pot of gold, oh
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| You know the goal
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| We getting dough-ooh-ooh
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| I used to slang blow, stay on the low
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| The po-po came to kick in my door
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| I don’t know which way to go
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| I don’t know which way to go
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| Can’t escape my past, jakes on my ass
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| I grab my cash, I’m running fast
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| Foot on the gas, fuck your bitch ass
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| And I’m gone
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| I used to slang blow sting on the low
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| The po-po came to kick in my door
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| I don’t know which way to go
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| I don’t know which way to go
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| Ice cream, ice cream
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| Fiends want that ice cream
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| Started as a pipe dream
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| Now I’m in that white thing
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| Bitches in them tight jeans
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| A nice scene
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| Two bricks of that white thing
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| Cop a Glock 19, it’s light green
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| Bitch get on the right team
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| barely 19
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| Hoes under my right wing
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| Fuck her good, she might scream
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| Teach her bout what life mean
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| Ain’t nothing in life free
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| Bullet pull up nicely
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| Ooh I think she likes me
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| But I ain’t suprised though
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| Eyes low, clip the hydro
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| A fly ho, got more up in my condo
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| The combo, diamonds out the Congo
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| The nine blow with the long nose
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| Call it Gonzo
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| Put the nozzle to your pie-hole
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| Swerve at the pothole
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| Blindfold, quit the rosco
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| Hit the block slow, play the foxhole
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| Watch the slideshow, bezel on my watch glow
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| Plus I got dough, niggas know |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ice Cream Man , by - Roc Marciano. Song from the album The Pimpire Strikes Back, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп