Ice Cream - Lil Wayne

Young Money, syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing thats word to your wrist watch
Shoot the glock till it burn till my wrist lock
Rims hella big tires skinny like Chris Rock
Ho hold the gun sideways like o'dogg
Shoot a n_gga in his face knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Pain killers got a n_gga bout ta doze off
Big sh_t n_gga talk big sh_t n_gga
Big bread bread like a picnic n_gga
Shake the whole game like the hit stick n_gga
Money spread like germs get sick n_gga
Yeaa, And f_ck them other n_ggas,
1 9 hundred who want It, I deliver
Concrete shoes wont help in the river
I dont care if you were Michael Phelps my n_gga
I'm higher than a mothaf_cka Alps my n_gga
I'm flyer than a mothaf_cka stilt my n_gga
Young Money sh_t top shelf my n_gga
We them mothaf_ckas like Milf my n_gga
UhUhm, Flow like Syringes
Yea I'm in my mode got a code like Da Vinci
I was in the trenches, now I'm in the trunk
And everybody watch your back, when your in the front
You ain't never safe stop playin with a gangsta
Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank yous, if you a hater
I'm eatin, yous a waiter
Pistol on my hip, Tomb Raider
Holla at your guala, zoom later
Young Tune n_gga, typhoon n_gga
And if you think its sweet, buy a room n_gga
Die or move n_gga, Im on my gang sh_t,
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin up a mothaf_cking blunt,
Stupid fruity swag like a mothaf_cka runt
And I be with my dog like a mothaf_cking hunt
and everyday of the week is the first day of the month
Audemar Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time cause the diamonds in the face
We can get it poppin like a semi automatic
And if you got beef I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted, big money addict
Running this sh_t now Im feelin athletic
I I'm on a boat b_tch, gettin sea sick
Stop playin Im fresher then a degree stick
Street sh_t, well of course, I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high horse, please don't shoot me down, I land feet flat
Then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
Haha, I need a massage,
And when it comes to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the b_tton, n_gga just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nuntin
Kush so strong you can smell me coming
b_tch I go hard like the boy from 300
You think ya kick it, well boy we puntin
Young Money baby we the sh_t weak stomachs
No Ceilings....Mothaf_cka

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