Ice Cream Girl

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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 Thank you, Ms. Fat Booty, you're the best, haha, yes
 Ayy
 Tears in my eyes when Mufasa died
 Ice cream girl when it's hot outside
 Yeah, party like it's '99
 Yeah, yeah, hit me baby one more time
 Blueberry cool with vanilla skies
 Tom Cruise on my neck, that's vanilla ice
 I just think I hit my prime, uh
 Hit me baby one more time
 I feel like Beyoncé, all I do is slay
 Santa on the way, hoes gone crazy
 I say "Ayy bay bay", I'm on my day-to-day
 They said, "Be there at eight"
 You know I showed up late
 I got shit to do
 Don't get shit confused
 I been missin' you
 Hit me with the news
 I buy my shit used
 She may meet the mood
 I don't watch your moves
 It gives me the blues
 My mama made me hater-proof
 Gucci suits and gator boots
 Fuck you thought this was, a fluke? (Yeah)
 Yeah, I just really want the coupe
 I don't even need the booth
 You can keep that, though
 Yeah, yeah, yeah
 Tears in my eyes when Mufasa died
 Ice cream girl when it's hot outside
 Yeah (Yeah), party like it's '99 (Yeah, '99)
 Hit me baby one more time (Yeah)
 Blueberry coolwith vanilla skies (With vanilla)
 Tom Cruise on my neck, that's vanilla ice (Vanilla)
 I just think I hit my prime, uh (Yeah)
 Ay, ay, hit me baby— (Yes, yes)
 Ice cream girl with the blue jeans on
 She just wanna dance to her new theme song
 I just play my old shit, she knew all the words, though
 She just made her ass drop, I just shouted, "Go, girl!"
 Baby, this is your world, don't let 'em tell you different
 This is your world, I'm just livin' in it (Uh, yeah)
 I'm in livin' color, too, she gave me another scoop
 Ice, ice, baby, ooh
 She gave it to me and I swooned
 That shit take me to the moon
 I feel like a cartoon
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 Yes, yes
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 Thank you, Ms. Fat Booty, you're the best, haha