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mattela - ice cream lyrics

[chorus: mattela & musè]
jewelry look ice cream, come and get you some, yum (come and get you some)
bum b+tches hatin’, but we don’t give a f+ck, yuck (we don’t get a f+ck)
jewelry look ice cream, french vanilla truck (french vanilla truck)
b+b+tter pecan on guts (uh), put some cherries in my cups, yup (i’m the cashville princess)

[verse 1: musè]
pass the cup, b+tch, we don’t feel her
who gon’ tell b+tches i tie it up like a knitter?
babe ruth on the beat, number one hitter
b+tch been my baby, act bad, i’m a sitter
just hopped out my whip and it’s häagen+dazin’
sherbet on my wrist, two tone the diamond
he eat me ’til i cry, call it wine and dinin’
clear coat on the brim, it’s that silver linin’ (yo)
i’m the cashville princess, standin’ in business
talkin’ ’bout, “what you gon’ do?,” you ain’t did sh+t
everybody knows, and mattel is my witness
you go against me i’ll have you lined, scrimmage
so pop off, get ya rocks off, get ya knocked off
sockin’ these b+tches like i took my shoes off
hard bodied b+tch but yo’ n+gga say l’m too soft
sayin’ that she better, someone left some clues off
talkin’ ’bout checks, and you not up in the mix
that’s a mug felix couldn’t even f+ckin’ fix
how you tryna diss and both of y’all was just suckin’ my cl+t?
say blackin’ on these beats like solar eclipse
i be the heat to miami, i pack her ass like a f+nny
i pop her ass like a xanny, my baby gon need a nanny
all my b+tches petty, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a d+mn mani
she said that she better, she made that sh+t up like candy
fish ass b+tch like ariel
she said she rap better, b+tches sellin’ fairy tales
you copy every rap b+tch aesthetic
and this the reason why we can’t live copacetic (dumb+ass)
featurin’ me we know that it’s hot sh+t
featurin’ you we know that it’s hot sh+t
ugly ass b+tch, you never the gossip
and them weak bars still never gon’ profit
ain’t talkin’ ’bout a bad perm when you get left out
tryna diss, better make sure that sh+t count
all you do is talk, i wanna see what you about
matter fact, ugly b+tch, log out your account
you think i’m the itch, but the rash gets worse
tryna make sh+t up just to say they did it first
they say i walk around with a s on my chest
it’s just a poeboy piece, invisible s+x
[verse 2: mattela]
you don’t want smoke, this is a dab pen
went against me, well look what happened
i don’t gotta cl!ck up with no opp hoes
i don’t gotta write sh+t on the backend
if i ever wanna leave the rap game
let’s see how long these b+tches lastin’
oh wait, b+tches can’t ’cause they dependin’ on me
so watch how all them hoes quit rappin’
b+tch, i’m everything y’all aren’t, pullin’ cards, hallmark
rap better, look better, live better, walmart
made ’em cop the blue box, i ain’t talkin’ pop+tart
wonder where i be, b+tch, i’m sittin’ at the top part
and i stay b+tches heads like a top knot
i been hot since ice cream and hopscotch
they only play your songs at the chop shop (chop shop)
i told that n+gga eat the p+ssy like it’s hot pot
vanilla bean, mint chip, chocolate, strawberry
blue bell, blue bunny, häagen+dazs, ben & jerry
i don’t think b+tches get what time it is, military
i’m k!llin’ careers, ho, obituary, cemetery
wash hoes, sanitary, b+tches know i’m legendary
say my name three times, that’s a barbie bl++dy mary
maybe i should go carry heaven with the burberry
pull up in the b+tternut and the guts on cherry
wrist on road+rocky, that’s just swarovski
cartier, tiffany, van cleef, bulgari
i can’t be around too many g+ys, y’all clocky
would diss you back, but you don’t go the moxie
[chorus: mattela]
jewelry look ice cream, come and get you some, yum (come and get you some)
bum b+tches hatin’, but we don’t give a f+ck, yuck (we don’t get a f+ck)
jewelry look ice cream, french vanilla truck (french vanilla truck)
b+b+tter pecan on guts, put some cherries in my cups, yup (cup)

[chorus: mattela]
jewelry look ice cream, come and get you some, yum
bum b+tches hatin’, but we don’t give a f+ck, yuck (we don’t get a f+ck)
jewelry look ice cream, french vanilla truck
b+b+tter pecan on guts, put some cherries in my cups, yup

[outro: mattela]
yup, yup, come and get you some
yup, yup, we don’t give a f+ck
yup, yup, french vanilla truck
yup, yup, put some cherries in my cups

- mattela lyrics

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