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Freddie Gibbs – Ice Cream Lyrics Ft Rick Ross

Freddie Gibbs – Ice Cream Ft Rick Ross Lyrics

obyno2man April 24, 2024 08:48:26 AM

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Freddie Gibbs – Ice Cream Lyrics Ft Rick Ross below:

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Dope fiend (Uh)
(Woah Kenny)
Yeah, yeah

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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 Luke (Yeah)
I should fuck around, start a peep show (Yeah)
Like to suck and fuck, and she 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)
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)

[Rick Ross:]
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 I’m 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?”
Hah?

[Freddie Gibbs:]
Dope boat go skrrt-skrrt, yeah, yeah (Skrrt-skrrt, skrrt-skrrt)
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)

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