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bhagboyz - ice cream lyrics

[verse 1: babyface nelson]
you gone have to tell ’em, better run this record
never on time, no
i ain’t on no schedule
if i hold you close, you gone feel the rhythm
first ima set it up
and the force just flip it
if it’s meant to be, then it’s meant to be
i get it
but i want you
get it any way that i could get it
if i f-ck with her, she gone f-ck up my credit
ima cash out you
buy everything that you expected, look
i love way that she speak
she me brain in the seats
i give her brain through my speech
ice creams on her feet
bgc on her tee
i always knew she was queen
rode through terrain like a jeep
then get it on in the sheets

[verse 2: forevrmore]
why you listen to the critics?
why you act like you don’t miss me?
p-ss me the cup, ima pour that mixy
i see you on the gram, you liking pictures
i slid in the dm, now i’m k!lling
got me vibing with your body
smoking gelato, it got me tripping
all these b-tches they just phony
they just want me for my glory (that bag)
check the sneakers
that’s pharrell and nigo sh-ts
stone island bottoms
way my sauce dripping
n-ggas just f-cked yo b-tch
i’m the goonie with the shades
run up and get my goonies gone get paid
i’m forevrmore
more standing for money i save
more money i save
bad b-tches and 100 escapades
i’m f-cking, i’m ducking
new number
baby watch me get away
yea, jur-ssic how i park
bentley, i got from tony starks
mixed with elon musk
now baby you really see the stars

[verse 3: glizzardo]
really see the stars in car, we flexin’
and i got ya shorty on my line, we textin’
she said she really need me
she so helpless
she wanna f-ck every where
she so reckless
-ss so d-mn big, look like texas
when you call, don’t leave no message
live too good, thank god for blessing
live too hood, thank gang for reppin’
high cl-ss dressin’, new shoe steppin’
new boo gettin’
who you kidding?
we keep winning, bad vibes dimming
bhagboyz do it, bhagboyz did it
you keep wishing, we keep digging
you ain’t really real, you just scrimmage
brand new babe, i’m just k!llin’
i got gas, i’m not dealing

{outro: forevrmore] x2
gelato in the blunt, it got me toasted
the way she lay it on me like a poster
secure the wet wet, just like a coaster
i put you up on game like i’m suppose to

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