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Video Karaoke Ice Cream - Lil Wayne

Este tema es una versión de Ice Cream, que popularizó Lil Wayne

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Tempo: variable (alrededor de 90 BPM)

Tonalidad idéntica al original: DOm

Duración: 03:28 - Escuchar en: 01:25


Fecha de publicación: 2009
Géneros: Rap & Hip-Hop, En inglés
Compositores: Dorrough, Reuben Antonio Proctor

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Letra Ice Cream

Is the AutoTune on
Young Money
Syrup in the big shot
Time to do the thing
That's word to your wristwatch
Shoot the Glock 'till it burn
'Till my wrist lock
Rims hella big
Tires skinny like Chris Rock
H-Hold the gun sideways like O-Dog
Shoot a nigga in his face
Knock his nose off
Make the girls say my name like a roll call
Painkillers got a nigga 'bout to doze off
Big shit nigga
Talk big shit nigga
Big bread
Bread like a picnic nigga
Shake the whole game like the Hit-Stick nigga
Money spread like germs
Get sick nigga
And fuck them other niggas
Who want it I deliver
Concrete shoes won't help in the river
I don't care if you was
Michael Phelps my nigga
I'm higher than the motherfuckin' Alps my nigga
I'm flyer than a motherfuckin' stealth my nigga
Y-Young Money shit
Top shelf my nigga
We the motherfuckers
Like MILF my nigga
Flow like syringes
Yeah I'm in my mode
Got a code like Da Vinci's
I was in the trenches now I'm in the Trump
And everybody watch your back when you're in the front
You ain't never safe
Stop playin' with a gangsta
Brang it to his face and he ran like a flanker
Bend the girl over
Put her hands on her ankles
I'm all over this Ice Cream beat like sprinkles
Why thank you if you's a hater
I'm eatin'
You's a waiter
Pistol on my hip
Tomb Raider
Holler at your guala
Zoom, later
Young Tune nigga
Typhoon nigga
And if you think it's sweet buy a room nigga
Damu nigga
I'm on my gang shit
She give me good brain like she studied at Cambridge
Lightin' up a motherfuckin' blunt
Stupid-fruity swag like a motherfuckin' Runt
And I be with my dog like a motherfucker hunt
And every day of the week is the first of the month
Audemars Piguet with the diamonds in the face
Can't tell the time 'cos the diamonds in the face
We can get it poppin' like a semi-automatic
And if you got beef
I put the biscuit on the patty
Rockstar tatted
Big money addict
Runnin' this shit
Now I'm feelin' athletic
I-I'm on a boat bitch gettin' seasick
Stop playin'
I'm fresher than a Degree stick
Street shit
Well of course
I smoke mad weed
I'm on my high horse
Please don't shoot me down
I land feet flat then walk a million miles with New Orleans on my back
I need a massage
And when it come to hoes man I got a collage
Finger on the button
Nigga just stuntin'
If you ain't the bank teller don't tell me nothin'
Kush so strong you can smell me comin'
Bitch I go hard like the boy from three hundred
You think y'all kick it well boy we puntin'
Young Money baby we the shit, weak stomachs
No Ceilings

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