Waffles & Ice Cream

Lyrics

[Intro: Method Man] Ma, Ma Throw down some money The ice cream man is coming [Verse 1: Ghostface Killah] Yo, Shaolin's finest What up, Boo? Peace your highness Let's rewind this Both get naked and kill the shyness Wu-Tang's timeless, blow out your sinus Sweet talk that ass into bed, kill 'em with kindness I'm thinking we should fuck again Get back to the sucking and Freak shit, all on the road we keep truckin' in Bottle of rose, double G's on the sneaker Let me slide in, love, I got respect like Aretha [Interlude: Method Man] Ice cream Ice cream [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Watch these rap dudes slide all up in your texts French vanilla, butter pecan, we complex Even caramel sundaes, they gon' flex Scooped in the ice cream truck, let's have sex [Verse 2: Cappadonna] My tenderoni, she was young when I first wet her Lil' niggas from the hood used to upset her I'm from the era of blowing kisses and love letters Big wheels and skates, now I'm skating on big wheels Lovin' my honey buns and I'm givin' 'em big thrills We build and destroy, it's different how shit feel When them boys turn to men, dick shit get real Look at my shorty and get clapped with the steel Hit with the Jason These save-a-ho niggas is fuck facin' Lard niggas, pure bacon Doo-doo head, fed nigga think he down with my clique clique Homicide housing, sometimes I fuck me a quick bitch It's the goony hillbilly drip Hashtag Ruck Juice And we don't give a fuck about none of y'all, fuck you The odd couple all night Fuckin' honeys on sight Chick like to sing on my dick just like a long mic [Interlude: Method Man] Ice cream Ice cream [Verse 3: Ghostface Killah] Yo, yo, your honey dip, summertime, fine jewelry drippin' It's been a minute, let your boy get back up in it No fake digits, no ex, to the next, let's text Meet up at the spot and have sex Low specs, big jewels hangin' off the Cuban Wrist iced up, the hotel room is boomin' Boozin', butt-naked in the jacuzz', we coolin' [Interlude: Method Man] Ice cream [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Watch these rap dudes slide all up in your texts French vanilla, butter pecan, we complex Even caramel sundaes, they gon' flex And scooped in the ice cream truck, let's have sex