Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ice Cream , by - Troy Ave. Release date: 01.11.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Ice Cream |
| Keep niggas out my loop |
| I get money, keep a coupe |
| Ice and cream, so she scoop |
| Pick up game and I hoop |
| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot |
| Handle business with no suit |
| Blowing heat, don’t get sued |
| (B-b-boom!) word! |
| Keep niggas out my loop |
| I get money, keep a coupe |
| Ice and cream, so she scoop |
| Pick up game and I hoop |
| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot |
| Handle business with no suit |
| Blowing heat, don’t get sued |
| (B-b-boom!) word! |
| Weak niggas think it’s cute |
| Ridin' dick and climbing gooch |
| They ain’t 100 on ma dukes, nigga word! |
| I know they be in cahoots |
| Over my back they gotta boost |
| I’m 'bout to come back off the stoop, nigga word! |
| I ain’t got no motherfuckin' cares |
| Judge sittin' in the chair |
| In his eyes is where I stare at, word! |
| I’m facin' 20 years a pair that’s a 40 listen here |
| It ain’t right and it ain’t fair, it’s wack, word |
| So, it’s life, but I don’t pout a lot |
| I smile in style Gucci’d down to my socks a lot, word! |
| Still fuckin' up the parking lot |
| Exotic cars, matching broads love this chocolate, word! |
| Keep niggas out my loop |
| I get money, keep a coupe |
| Ice and cream, so she scoop |
| Pick up game and I hoop |
| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot |
| Handle business with no suit |
| Blowing heat, don’t get sued |
| (B-b-boom!) word! |
| Keep niggas out my loop |
| I get money, keep a coupe |
| Ice and cream, so she scoop |
| Pick up game and I hoop |
| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot |
| Handle business with no suit |
| Blowing heat, don’t get sued |
| (B-b-boom!) word! |
| Fork in the stove scrapin' the blue |
| Cookin' the dough’s facin' the blues |
| Like cotton and candy |
| I’m stackin' the youth |
| Should the rollies, rock that goop |
| Good, runnin' them checks in my loops |
| Good, strawberry, but no shortcake |
| Money long as my hallway |
| Mint chip, I eat all day |
| And the nightmares of no parkay |
| I’m a millionaire with a court case |
| I could Tay-K what my flows say |
| My jewelry costs at least 100 bands in your face |
| Only rapper owns several homes and the cars that I race |
| Fuckin' these bitches, gettin' this money |
| Fuck these niggas, they move funny |
| How you real, when you be hungry? |
| You ain’t workin', you a dummy |
| Feet on gummy, stuck on bummy |
| It’s a wrap, boy you a mummy |
| With your hands out, movin' from me |
| My shit buzzin', I got honeys talkin' flavors |
| Asian persuaders, Icy Italians |
| Butter pecan Ricans, vanillas creamin' |
| Chocolates be stylin' |
| Middle East ones love to pray before they get in they throat |
| My Dominican mixed with rum and make a Brugal float |
| It’s good, word! |
| Keep niggas out my loop |
| I get money, keep a coupe |
| Ice and cream, so she scoop |
| Pick up game and I hoop |
| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot |
| Handle business with no suit |
| Blowing heat, don’t get sued |
| (B-b-boom!) word! |
| Keep niggas out my loop |
| I get money, keep a coupe |
| Ice and cream, so she scoop |
| Pick up game and I hoop |
| Niggas mad I ball, I shoot |
| Handle business with no suit |
| Blowing heat, don’t get sued |
| (B-b-boom!) word! |