Letra de Ice Cream - Freddie Gibbs

(Feat. Rick Ross)

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 (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 it, 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)

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 we 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?

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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