Freddie Gibbs – Ice Cream Lyrics

Ice Cream Lyrics Here are excerpts of the lyrics of the song "I should fuck around / start a peep show Let the sucker fuck, she a freak ho Yeah, a rap nigga gotta eat, though" find other popular song lyrics at blog Nesialyrics 

Freddie Gibbs - Ice Cream Lyrics

(Dope fiend)

Uh

(Woah Kenny)

Yeah, yeah

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 (Yeah)

Nigga took it from the box Chevy to the Bentley coupe (Skrrt)

All night servin’ hard white, nigga, P Milly in the Diddy suit (Yeah)

Both seats, fuckin’ your bitch, had to put a baby in a nigga booth (Moah)

Hunnid bitches in the penthouse, I be too loud, let the nigga loot (Yeah)

I should fuck around, start a peep show (Yeah)

Let the sucker fuck, she a freak ho (Yeah)

Yeah, a 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 (Yeah)

Got bricks, nigga, Shaq free throw

Yeah, bitch, all white bricks

[?] got caught with a four by [?] on the whole damn gang

I don’t like that bitch

I was pushin’ on a interstate

Trunk full of way when my dawg woke up

Told him I just did a whole thing

Got a Fetty Wap no [?] cut

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)

When it come to gettin’ money, nigga, we the best (M-M-Maybach Music)

Put a chopper on you pussies, let the GPS

Gettin’ dressed up for the club just to go be with rats (No)

Never speakin’ with you niggas ’cause we speakin’ facts

Couple mill’ a duffle bag, I gotta block the feed

Kill ’em niggas, [?] they got a lot of lease

She told me I’m the richest nigga that she ever met

Twenty thou’ Balenciagas, I ain’t wet/wear ’em yet

Her new boy, freaky bags, said where you met him at

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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