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Yeah, Krills on the check-in What up, Big Marge? KOJ Yeah, this is the ice cream Yeah, the ice cream man Huh, the ice cream I'm the ice cream man, uh G.A. all day, you don't need that watch Yo, yo

I went from Jackie to Janice, Trina to Tamika She had the fattest ass if my niggas would have seen her See a nigga on, before you know it, I'm gone Front of the Colosseum, watch your girl's eyes roam Just a throwback nigga with the Motorola phone

Hopped in the spaceship, holding up his own We outta here, back to the Bronx where the real stay Every last Sunday of the month, call it Krills Day Every other week, I hear somebody tryna kill me But I be out of town, getting money where the bills play Ice cream, ice cream, she wants ice cream Says she's on a diet, so I hit her with the light cream I got the sweetest love, you know that Rob did Shorty, you can lick-lick, suck on this big dick

Hold up, shit, you better get your wet wipes You know Joey G'd up, I got every stripe

I got houses on the side of mountains I bought villas to every one of my killers If your girl leave with me, she gon' keep coming She gon' keep coming, keep coming, she gon' love me

Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice cream? Hey Everybody screaming for that ice cream When she screams, "Ice cream, ice cream," she screams, hey Everybody screaming for that ice cream Ice cream, I'm the ice cream man Yes, the ice cream, I'm the ice cream man Yes, the ice cream, I'm the ice cream man Yes, the ice cream, I'm the ice cream man, hey

I'm feeling like the Bronx's most wanted, how they all want it When it come to pretty women, fuck them womens by the hundreds I'm a stunner, a son-ner, you can call me what you wanna I take your bitch, she be gone 'til November

I got so many hoes, some names I can't remember It was Tonya, Wanda, movies, made 'em Two times Johnny, two freaks when I slay 'em Always get new ones, old ones, might play 'em Bumping Maybach Music and I'm in the Maybach Come and get your ice cream, little mama, lay back

(Where at?) On the lap of crack 'Cause we be trizzing, hit you from the front and the back My time is money, better have my money ASAP I done came up, I could bet them niggas hate that If your girl leave with me, she gon' keep coming

Coming, keep coming, keep coming, she gon' love me

Ayo, smell the fragrance, it was Chanel mixed with YSL

Flagged in, Burton surfing, oh well We at a large brunch discussing the God's punch Kill 'em with bottles and jams, shorty kept staring at my chunks And my velour was rugged My whip was 400, gangstas I was with flashed all hundreds

Gucci couture, the store shit Let me get the number, love, the worker exhausted, I forced it

Paragon style, I'm fly with it Might be what you want with good taste, put you in a good space Sat back, checking her shape, good shape Plus a vegan, I'm fiending for you like Swiss cake

My medicine is you and me in love The plug was a match, gats on us in the Irish Pub She kept laughing, licking her lips, listen to flicks Clean ass, then, now I got my hand on her tits, but uh

Yeah, on some superfly shit, yah mean? On that ACG shit, that fly Pelle Jumping out that brand-new whip on 114th Little Dominican mami, you feel me? It's Coka, Krills, Jose too Get at me, nigga

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