King Los - Ice Cream Paint lyrics

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King Los - Ice Cream Paint lyrics

Okay, ride it off the lot because I'm talking cash And watch the top fall like the stock market crash Rims so crazy, make them motherf**as stand around Shoes too big like some motherf**in' hand me downs f** all them damn haters, ride wide grills and then call it Fantasia If you ain't getting money where I'm from, n***a play dead We getting rich off the white girl, K-Fed I don't want your b**h, I just like the medulla Wrist game shining like Sprites in a cooler You run through the club and you tip a few dollars We drop enough cake to push strippers through college Uh, big nuts, let 'em hang low and f** all lame n***as, no rainbow Leave haters looking like they bit a lemon Decorate my bedroom with a bunch of pretty women They don't want me in the Bentley, can't stand me in the Chevy Keep my cars pretty like they got a mani and a pedi Uh, hard life equal hard rap So talk slick and get your motherf**in' jaw slapped Yup, I got the meanest demeanor to back hand a n***a, Venus, Serena Batman these n***as, black Medina Ike your whole block and sell smack to Tina Ice cream paint with the sundae guts Make your girlfriend wanna be my Monday s*ut You know I got a b**h that like to take three E pills She stay higher than a AT&T bill But I'm pimping so soon as she ask for my weekend or nighttime minutes I'm sprinting, uh, never diss a n***a hood We don't need three wishes, we just wish a n***a would And you don't want beef, you just a wild boy yelling Leave stars ‘round ya head like a Cowboys helmet Sitting on Emmitts, sh**ting on critics Big pimpin' truck like Pippen on his pivot And you come with that bullsh** Hit you with that four-fifth ‘Cause speakin' bout that beef'll get them deacons in your pulpit Married to this money, they can't get me to divorce it You better get your honey ‘cause she dig me like a fork lift No bullsh**, she love my style I only pull her jeans up when she's upside down But why frown You should be glad Sent her home with new handbags, who could be mad Cocoa guts, marshmallow whip And I'm stirring up trouble with a hot chocolate b**h If I'm not the sh** you must of got me twisted Don't a dog leave his mark on every spot he visit I'm sh**ting on rappers, pissing on haters Neck on Antarctica, wrist is on Vegas Diamonds on Africa, swagger on ma**acre Chevy on 23's, bars on Attica I'm gettin' too successful and it's lookin' like it hurt you So I'm spinnin' squares around and now they lookin' like a circle, Zero

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