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