Ice Cream Man

Lyrics
[Intro: Roc Marciano & Bishop Don Majic Juan] Preach I tried to work man, but it just wasn't in my blood It wasn't my thing, I tried I mean I tried, but it really wasn't my thing [Verse 1] Words from that good bishop, I'm a outcast I don't fit in the system My outfit, furry like a house pet Italian leather couch set Stepping out, something stretched out Limousine shit Twist the green shit, purple lean sip Triple beam shit, this that Master P shit Ice cream shit Got it sewn like a seamstress Linen sleeveless Only linen clean shit, European dream shit Fuck niggas, let the cream flip Let the fiends hit Nina with that beam spit Leave you like steamed fish Squeeze clips out the clean six Niggas seem slick ...muhfucka you ain't seen shit Marci nigga [Chorus] It makes me wanna come and hang, puff some mary jane Champagne, gripping woodgrain I'm still insane, I'll never change Oh no way, oh no way I keep a bitch on the stroll Even when it's cold Stay after that pot of gold, oh You know the goal We getting dough-ooh-ooh I used to slang blow, stay on the low The po-po came to kick in my door I don't know which way to go I don't know which way to go Can't escape my past, jakes on my ass I grab my cash, I'm running fast Foot on the gas, fuck your bitch ass And I'm gone I used to slang blow stay on the low The po-po came to kick in my door I don't know which way to go I don't know which way to go [Verse 2] Ice cream, ice cream, fiends want that ice cream Started as a pipe dream, now I'm in that white thing Bitches in them tight jeans, a nice scene Two bricks of that white thing Cop a Glock 19, it's light green Bitch get on the right team [] barely 19 Hoes under my right wing, fuck her good, she might scream Teach her bout what life mean, ain't nothing in life free Bullet pull up nicely, ooh I think she likes me But I ain't surprised though Eyes low, clip the hydro A fly ho, popping Mo' up in my condo The combo, diamonds out the Congo The nine blow with the long nose, call it Gonzo Put the nozzle to your pie-hole, swerve dip the pothole Blindfold, quit the rosco Hit the block slow, play the foxhole Watch the slideshow, bezel on my watch glow Plus I got dough, niggas know
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Credits
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- Roc Marciano