Freddie Gibbs - Ice Cream (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Freddie Gibbs - Ice Cream (en) Lyrics
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Dope boat go skrrt-skrrt,
yeah, yeah (Bitch)
Thirty-four for that work-work,
yeah, yeah (All white bricks)
Dope fiend got a pipe dream, yeah
Serve my neighbors thirty-four
flavors, I got ice cream,
yeah (All white bricks)
Nigga took it from the box Chevy
to the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)
All night servin' hard white, nigga,
P Miller in a Dickies suit (Yeah)
Boss shit, fuckin' your bitch, I just
put a baby in a nigga boo (Muah)
Hunnid bitches in the penthouse,
I be too live, let
the nigga Lukе (Yeah)
I should fuck around, start
a peep show (Yeah)
Like to suck and fuck it,
shе a freak ho (Yeah)
Yeah, I rap nigga, gotta
eat though (Yeah)
Got bricks, nigga, Shaq
free throw (Yeah)
I been on a package for
a week, though (Yeah)
Plug hit a nigga with the lingo (Yeah)
Better have my money by domingo (Bitch,
yeah, all white bricks)
Got bricks, nigga, Shaq free throw
Yeah, bitch, all white bricks
Ho got caught with a four way,
told on the whole damn gang
I don't like that bitch (Skrrt!)
I was pushin' on the interstate
Trunk full of weight when
my dawg woke up
Told him I just did a whole thing of
the Fetty Wap, no dog, all cut
Yeah, dope boat go skrrt-skrrt, yeah,
yeah (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
Serve my neighbors thirty-four flavors,
I got ice cream, yeah
(All white bricks)
When it come to gettin' money, nigga,
we the best (M-M-Maybach Music)
Put a chopper on you pussies
with the GPS
Gettin' dressed up for the club
just to go be with rats (No)
Never speakin' with you niggas
'cause we speakin' facts
Couple mill' a duffle bag,
I got a block to feed
Kill them niggas, homicide,
they got a lot of leads
She told me I'm the richest
nigga that she ever met
Twenty thou' Balenciagas,
I ain't wear them yet
Her new boyfriend keep askin',
"Where you met him at?"
Dope boat go skrrt-skrrt, yeah, yeah
(Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
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