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Ice Cream Paint Lyrics - Artist : King Los
Okay, ride it off the lot because I'm talking cash
And watch the top fall like the stock market crash
Rims so crazy, make them motherfuckas stand around
Shoes too big like some motherfuckin' hand me downs
Fuck all them damn haters, ride wide grills and then call it Fantasia
If you ain't getting money where I'm from, nigga play dead
We getting rich off the white girl, K-Fed
I don't want your bitch, I just like the medulla
Wrist game shining like Sprites in a cooler
You run through the club and you tip a few dollars
We drop enough cake to push strippers through college
Uh, big nuts, let 'em hang low and fuck all lame niggas, no rainbow
Leave haters looking like they bit a lemon
Decorate my bedroom with a bunch of pretty women
They don't want me in the Bentley, can't stand me in the Chevy
Keep my cars pretty like they got a mani and a pedi
Uh, hard life equal hard rap
So talk slick and get your motherfuckin' jaw slapped
Yup, I got the meanest demeanor to back hand a nigga, Venus, Serena
Batman these niggas, black Medina
Ike your whole block and sell smack to Tina
Ice cream paint with the sundae guts
Make your girlfriend wanna be my Monday slut
You know I got a bitch that like to take three E pills
She stay higher than a AT

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