Lyrics:
thinking
I'm a Saudi
Yeah She Doll like
Wrist ice cream
Giving Klondike
Add like 2+8
She a a ten right
Body real thick
Face pretty money
Real nice matte
about the cream
All these hunnids on me
Me, me, me, me, me
All these hunnids on me
Me, me, me, me
I got what you need
Watch me kill the scene
All about
All about the cream
All these hunnids on me
Me, me, me, me, me
All these hunnids on me
Me, me, me, me
I got what you need
Watch me kill the scene
All
he wanna give me some instead I said cream runnem' pockets give me all your bread
See I'm a smooth bitch I can get away with murder with the way I move
Find me
I know that shawty wanna find me
Yuh
Siamese
We stuck together like siamese
Yuh
Ice cream
Feel like Pharrell, I need ice cream
Ringing
Broke nigga with a dream
Late nights I was servin feens
Making plays just to get the cream
Cash rules everything around me
Bad bitch and she
Hold up
I am my ancestors dream
I’m riding in that thang, that shit color of cream
These white people pay me to hop up on the scene
I decline
Agora tenho a win
Sempre tive o dream
Na arena com a team
A passar o whipped cream
De Puma a Supreme
Se não lutas não tens green
You know what I mean
Let the money up
Like it's a ice cream truck
Bring me a Brinks truck
Bend a block
For that back end
Bet a block off the back end
(Tell my Brinks
a lil' taste,
I just want a lil' face
While I count a big face
All your anger misplaced
Pussy sweet cause she don't never order high c
Don't get offended,
And still ??Hurricane can be, ??
?? loose when you pumped the face
Real nigga blues and it hold your aims
You're bold or fold no in betweens
Console your
flip)
A blunt to the face (The face)
Go my own pace (My pace)
Got high on a test (A test)
But I still aced (Aced)
I'm flyin' in the sky (The sky)
This
and a baseball cap
Won't go far with a face like that
Still they keep me wanting more
A church with a locked door
You keep me wanting more
Everything gets
Egyptian cream, she loves to smear
She loves to smear it everywhere
On her face and on her hands
'Til she feels like she's a man
And when
Egyptian cream, she loves to smear.
She loves to smear it everywhere.
On her face and on her hands,
Till she feels like she's a man.
And when
Excusez-vous, je mets les States dans l'trou
Cash rules everything around me
Cream, get the money, dollar-dollar bill, y'all
Money, money,
colored car
Creaks along and the ice cream man is gone
Yeah, I'm the ice cream man
Everything is for sale
The product ain't made for touchin' homie
This
[Chorus 2X: (Cream)]
I don't care what people say
I'm gonna get 'em for a paper chase
I don't care what people say
I'm gonna get 'em for a paper
How could I spare you?
How could you spare me?
I can see it in your face
We're gonna rock this place dig it baby
I just think that you're a badass
Man I can't lie
This don't look right slime
I ball, get cream (Kareem) like Abdul
Ya bars
(Jabbar) ain't off the hook like mine
Look, I'ma shine 'til
Louis Vuitton
Louis Vuitton
I be in the trap ten toes with my Louis's on
Crushed diamonds in the charm
Water dripping out the watch face with your
backwoods, you gone face em, then I paint your face
Get on your knees lil baby, I don't play Arcade
I'm laying by the palm trees, got a fresh fade like
in the morning when you get up and you crawl out of bed
And your kid has a face like a walnut
From the ice cream, from the ice cream, from the ice
chance, like a con man tryna wrangle
Put a ban on all trade, call it star spangle
Blue face with the gold plate, he’s a star
Big deals , mortal sin
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