Ice Cream歌词-Lil Wayne

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Young money

Syrup in a big shot

Time to do the thing that's word to ya wrist watch

Shoot the glock 'til it burn 'til my wrist lock

Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock

H Hold the gun sideways like oh dog

Shoot a n***a in his face knock his nose off

Make the girl say my name like roll call

Pain killers got the n***a bout to dose off

Big s**t n***a talk big s**t n***a

Big bread bread like a picnic n***a

Shake the whole game like a hit stick n***a

Money spread like germs get sick n***a

Yeah &f**k them other n***as one nine hundred who want it I'll deliver

Concrete shoes won't help in the river

I don't care if you Michael Phelps my n***a

I'm higher den the muthaf**kin' Alps my n***a

I'm flier den the muthaf**kin' Stealth my n***a

Y Young money s**t top shelf my n***a

We the muthaf**kas like MILF my n***a

Flow like syringes

Yea I'm in my mode gotta code like da Vinci's

I was in the trenches now I'm in the Trump

And everybody watch ya back when you're in the front

You ain't never safe stop playin' with a gangsta

Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker

Bend a girl over put her hands on her ankles

I'm all ova this ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank you if youse a hater

I'm eatin' youse a waiter

Pistol on my hip：Tomb Raider

Holla at ya gualla soon later

Young Tune' n***a

Typhoon n***a

And if you think it's suite buy a room n***a

Damu n***a

I'm on my gang s**t

She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge

Lightin' up a muthaf**kin' blunt

Stupid fruity swag like a muthaf**kin' runt

And I be with my dog like a muthaf**k' huntin'

Every day of the week it's the first of the month

Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in his face

Can't tell time cause the diamonds in his face

We can get it poppin' like a semi automatic

And if you got beef I'll put the biscuit on a patty

Rockstar tatted big money addict

Runnin' this s**t now I'm feelin' athletic

I I'm on a boat b***h gettin' sea sick

Stop playin' I'm fresher than a degree stick

Street s**t well of course I smoke mad w**d I'm on my high horse

Please don't shoot me down I land feet flat

Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back

I need a massage

When it comes to h*es man I gotta collage

Finger on the button n***a just stuntin'

If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nothin'

Kush so strong you can smell me comin'

B***h I go hard like the boy from 300

Ya think y'all kickin'

Well boy we puntin'

Young Money baby we the s**t weak stomachs

No ceilings muthaf**ka