Ice Cream Lyrics - Troy Ave

(Chorus 2X) 

Keep niggas out my loop 

I get money, keep a coupe 

Ice and cream, so she scoop 

Pick up game and I hoop 

Niggas mad I ball, I shoot 

Handle business with no suit 

Blowing heat, don't get sued 

(B-b-boom!) word! 

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(Verse 1) 

Weak niggas think it's cute 

Ridin' dick and climbing gooch 

They ain't 100 on ma dukes, nigga word! 

I know they be in cahoots 

Over my back they gotta boost 

I'm 'bout to come back off the stoop, nigga word! 

I ain't got no motherfuckin' cares 

Judge sittin' in the chair 

In his eyes is where I stare at, word! 

I'm facin' 20 years a pair that's a 40 listen here 

It ain't right and it ain't fair, it's wack, word 

So, it's life, but I don't pout a lot 

I smile in style Gucci'd down to my socks a lot, word! 

Still fuckin' up the parking lot 

Exotic cars, matching broads love this chocolate, word! 

(Chorus 2X) 

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(Verse 2) 

Fork in the stove scrapin' the blue 

Cookin' the dough's facin' the blues 

Like cotton and candy 

I'm stackin' the youth 

Should the rollies, rock that goop 

Good, runnin' them checks in my loops 

Good, strawberry, but no shortcake 

Money long as my hallway 

Mint chip, I eat all day 

And the nightmares of no parkay 

I'm a millionaire with a court case 

I could Tay-K what my flows say 

My jewelry costs at least 100 bands in your face 

Only rapper owns several homes and the cars that I race 

Fuckin' these bitches, gettin' this money 

Fuck these niggas, they move funny 

How you real, when you be hungry? 

You ain't workin', you a dummy 

Feet on gummy, stuck on bummy 

It's a wrap, boy you a mummy 

With your hands out, movin' from me 

My shit buzzin', I got honeys talkin' flavors 

Asian persuaders, Icy Italians 

Butter pecan Ricans, vanillas creamin' 

Chocolates be stylin' 

Middle East ones love to pray before they get in they throat 

My Dominican mixed with rum and make a Brugal float 

It's good, word! 

(Chorus 2X)