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Ambjaay

Ice Cream

 

Ice Cream


Mama!
This nigga Jay took my Chili Fritos
And he won't give me my change back
I ordered an Oreo milkshake, some Chili Cheese Hot Cheetos, and I bought some candy
Aye what he say?
Aye, it cost to live like this, you heard me?

Dripping on these niggas like ice cream
I got the juice, High C
Buss down they got me icy
I got 'em high tech on a high key
Dripping slow like ice cream
Bust in her eye she need Visine
She a bad bitch she a dime piece
Hunnid bands stuffed in my jeans

Hit it one time now she a single cone
She give me FaceTime, no iPhone
Freak bitch, you know we gon' get our freak on
Pussy wet like a nigga turned the sink on
She want money but all she get is a ding dong
Niggas be hating, man I gotta get my preach on
Yeah, AMB be her ringtone
We on
My bitch go back and forth like ping pong
Can't get your change back like I'm big Worm
Hot boy, no perm
Usher, let it burn
Jay a one-hit wonder, he spoke too soon
Dripping sauce on the curb, half cap on a swerve

Dripping on these niggas like ice cream
I got the juice, High C
Buss down they got me icy
I got 'em high tech on a high key
Dripping slow like ice cream
Bust in her eye she need Visine
She a bad bitch she a dime piece
Hunnid bands stuffed in my jeans

Hit it back from the back she feeling my drip
Hit her wit' the dick, but none the split
There ain't a bitch that I can't get
Name a bitch that I can't hit
Big bands in my pocket, it can't fit
Ice cream paint job when I lane switch
AMB A one M tee, same shit
If you play with the fam then the case it

What would you do for a Klondike?
I'm only fucking if the body right
Shake it fast
Make it clap
Throw it right
I'm too fly for these niggas, I'm scared of heights

Dripping on these niggas like ice cream
I got the juice, High C
Buss down they got me icy
I got 'em high tech on a high key
Dripping slow like ice cream
Bust in her eye she need Visine
She a bad bitch she a dime piece
Hunnid bands stuffed in my jeans

Aye, it cost to live like this, you heard me?

done

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