Lyrics

I like my girls like my women And my women like my girls With ice-cream on their ass And my dick in their world I ain't fucking around I'm as serious as school teachers I got 31 flavors to make you a believer, baby [Chorus] Want it, need it, ala mode! Serve that shit fucking cold I can't stand when it's all alone Cause everything is better when it's ala mode When you gangbang [bang!], and take money from banks You only have yourself and your fucking gun to thank And when your pop-lock's stopped and arrested by the cops You can make it fucking better with some ice cream on the top Now baby [Chorus] Coffee, Candy, Pistachio Nut Burgundy, Cherry, Butterscotch Chocolate Chip, Lemon Crisp French Vanilla with a peppermint twist! You're going to jail? Ice cream will fix it! You don't have a life? Ice cream will fix it! You make bad decisions? Ice cream will fix it! You don't have a job? Ice cream will fix it! You can't find love? Ice cream will fix it! You're a failure? Ice cream will fix it! Everyone hates you? Ice cream will fix it! Everyone hates you! I want sprinkles on that shit [Chorus]