Ice Cream Man lyrics

by

Cormega


[Intro: Roc Marciano & Bishop Don Majic Juan]
Preach
I tried to work man, but it just wasn't in my blood
It wasn't my thing, I tried
I mean I tried, but it really wasn't my thing

[Verse 1: Roc Marciano]
Words from that good bishop, I'm a outcast
I don't fit in the system
My outfit, furry like a house pet
Italian leather couch set
Stepping out, something stretched out
Limousine sh*t
Twist the green sh*t, purple lean sip
Triple beam sh*t, this that Master P sh*t
Ice cream sh*t
Got it sewn like a seamstress
Linen sleeveless
Only linen clean sh*t, European dream sh*t
f*ck n*ggas, let the cream flip
Let the fiends hit
Nina with that beam spit
Leave you like steamed fish
Squeeze clips out the clean six
n*ggas seem slick
...muhf*cka you ain't seen sh*t
Marci n*gga
[Hook]
It makes me wanna come and hang, puff some mary jane
Champagne, gripping woodgrain
I'm still insane, I’ll never change
Oh no way, oh no way
I keep a b*tch on the stroll
Even when it's cold
Stay after that pot of gold, oh
You know the goal
We getting dough-ooh-ooh
I used to slang blow, stay on the low
The po-po came to kick in my door
I don't know which way to go
I don't know which way to go
Can't escape my past, jakes on my ass
I grab my cash, I'm running fast
Foot on the gas, f*ck your b*tch ass
And I'm gone
I used to slang blow stay on the low
The po-po came to kick in my door
I don't know which way to go
I don't know which way to go

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]
Ice cream, ice cream, fiends want that ice cream
Started as a pipe dream, now I'm in that white thing
b*tches in them tight jeans, a nice scene
Two bricks of that white thing
Cop a Glock 19, it's light green
b*tch get on the right team
[] barely 19
Hoes under my right wing, f*ck her good, she might scream
Teach her bout what life mean, ain't nothing in life free
Bullet pull up nicely, ooh I think she likes me
But I ain't surprised though
Eyes low, clip the hydro
A fly ho, popping Mo’ up in my condo
The combo, diamonds out the Congo
The nine blow with the long nose, call it Gonzo
Put the nozzle to your pie-hole, swerve dip the pothole
Blindfold, quit the rosco
Hit the block slow, play the foxhole
Watch the slideshow, bezel on my watch glow
Plus I got dough, n*ggas know
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