Ice Cream Cone lyrics

by

Waka Flocka Flame


[Hook]
See I been shooting pistols since the 7th grade
I been a real n*gga since 2nd grade
And when I met Gucci, thought I met a real n*gga
Until he crossed the line, then he became a f*ck n*gga

I used to share rooms, now I got it made
n*ggas sip codeine like its lemonade
I’m still the same n*gga with his nappy fro’
Ain’t nothing changed but this dirty Callico

[Verse 1]
From roaches to Rolex’s, I been through so much sh*t
FN on me and I got an extra clip
Wish a n*gga trip, wish them pus*y boys slip
Geeked up off them drugs so he better watch his lip
Know a n*gga Blood, but respected by the Crips
Shawty shake that ass, let me see you do a split
And you know I got an army, know I got some killers
If he try to harm me, I’m sending killers
Keep them f*ck boys from 'round me
Know they wanna doubt me
Wanna see me broke, locked down in the county
How the f*ck you sending shots, n*gga, at a shooter
How the f*ck you sending shots, n*gga, at a shooter


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