Häagen Dazs

Baby If I Uh I get the bands like The Roots Black out all my thoughts, request the love, revenge the youth Benz a coupe (Err), that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs, SRT, huh She said "I ain't never seen nothin' Like this in my motherfuckin' life though" Damn them some nice kicks, I don't know what them is but I like those Rap game star pupil, I wrote this shit with my eyes closed Shawty say she workin' onto my tape shift, call it Tae Bo Raise my shit, got range, I write with a rifle Rightfully keep LED like a light-show I prefer the North side, do it for the North side Later tonight, my bitch ain't no strings tied (No) Gave that ass the boot like Louisiana Cross over like hot sauce, ducking dodging pork chops You is not a street nigga, unless you grew up in the street, nigga It's cool to be you, just take a look at me, nigga, ooh I get the bands like The Roots Black out all my thoughts, request the love, revenge the youth Benz a coupe (Err), that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs, SRT (Err) I get the bands like The Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots Benz a coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs (Ayy, bands) Ice cream (Ayy) I get the cake, tiramisu Fake clout, got they hand out, nigga lookin' like a masseuse I'm really ten toes down, yeah, it look like I'm in boots One hand on the wheel, but I whip it, it feel like a ten to two (Ah) They killin' for tennis shoes But the people dyin out here for less though (For less) Meanwhile them same shoes that the Clubs said ain't the dress code (Ayy) You say you fresh though I'm on the bread, I'm on the pesto, I'ma invest though She feel the heart in it Then let me beat, the sound like a stethoscope I get the band like a Funkadelic And that shit was easy like my name was Erick And then I take your girl like a nigga Elvis Make a couple dollars, split it with the fellas Yeah, ice cream shoes, Ben & Jerry Yeah, I'ma ice these fools, Tom & Jerry I got pristine flows, bend and vary Nigga, fourth and goal, Hail Mary (Ah) I get the bands like The Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots Benz a coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs (Yeah, uh) Ice cream (Yeah) Oh Papi, you don't wanna fuck with me Half a suicidal bitch might suck you up Then dust the knees and hit the streets Rejoice a little Grateful for my everything, his body's a casket The lining cherry wood The pussy turned him ashes to ashes I dash it, I coma I'm sucking dick cause black lives matter I scatter roses on my metaphor, 'cause the world shot Nipsey When a girl got tipsy I went to Ben and Jerry Got my berry on Whole world steady crashin' and burnin' Niggas just carry on, carry on Cry cry, cry, get right back to the money Then carry on, cry, cry, cry hop right back in the pussy Ooh I wish he, I wish he would fuck me, happy too Lookin' at Ben or Jerry hope one of my niggas comin' through I hope one of these niggas comin' through