Ice Cream Paint

King Los

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    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&T bill
    But I'm pimping so soon as she ask for my weekend or nighttime minutes
    I'm sprinting, uh, never diss a nigga hood
    We don't need three wishes, we just wish a nigga would
    And you don't want beef, you just a wild boy yelling
    Leave stars 'round ya head like a Cowboys helmet
    Sitting on Emmitts, shitting on critics
    Big pimpin' truck like Pippen on his pivot
    And you come with that bullshit
    Hit you with that four-fifth
    'Cause speakin' bout that beef'll get them deacons in your pulpit
    Married to this money, they can't get me to divorce it
    You better get your honey 'cause she dig me like a fork lift
    No bullshit, she love my style
    I only pull her jeans up when she's upside down
    But why frown
    You should be glad
    Sent her home with new handbags, who could be mad
    Cocoa guts, marshmallow whip
    And I'm stirring up trouble with a hot chocolate bitch
    If I'm not the shit you must of got me twisted
    Don't a dog leave his mark on every spot he visit
    I'm shitting on rappers, pissing on haters
    Neck on Antarctica, wrist is on Vegas
    Diamonds on Africa, swagger on massacre
    Chevy on 23's, bars on Attica
    I'm gettin' too successful and it's lookin' like it hurt you
    So I'm spinnin' squares around and now they lookin' like a circle, Zero

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