Ghetto Sage - Häagen Dazs Lyrics

(This my water?) Baby
(If I)

I get the bands like The Roots
Black out all my thoughts, request the love, revenge the youth
Benz a coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs
Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs, SRT, huh

She said, "I ain't never seen nothin' like this
In my motherf*ckin' life though"
Damn them some nice kicks, I don't know what them is but I like those
Rap game star pupil, I wrote this shit with my eyes closed
Shawty say she workin' onto my tape shift, call it Tae Bo
'Range my shit, got range, I write with a rifle
Rightfully keep LED like a light-show
I prefer the North side, do it for the North side
Later tonight, my bitch ain't no strings tied (no)
Gave that ass the boot like Louisiana
Cross over like hot sauce, ducking dodging pork chops
You is not a street nigga, unless you grew up in the street, nigga
It's cool to be you, just take a look at me, nigga, ooh

I get the bands like The Roots
Black out all my thoughts, request the love, revenge the youth
Benz a coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs
Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs, SRT
I get the bands like The Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots
Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots
Benz a coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs (Häagen Dazs)
Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs (ayy, bands)
Ice cream (ayy)

I get the cake, tiramisu
Fake clout, got they hand out, nigga lookin' like a masseuse
I'm really ten toes down, yeah, it look like I'm in boots
One hand on the wheel, but I whip it, it feel like a ten to two (ah)
They killin' for tennis shoes
But the people dyin' out here for less though (for less)
Meanwhile them same shoes that the clubs said ain't the dress code (ayy)
You say you fresh though
I'm on the bread, I'm on the pesto, I'ma invest though
She feel the heart in it, then let me beat, the sound like a stethoscope
I get the band like a Funkadelic
And that shit was easy like my name was Erick
And then I take your girl like a nigga Elvis
Make a couple dollars, split it with the fellas
Yeah, ice cream shoes, Ben & Jerry
Yeah, I'ma ice these fools, Tom & Jerry
I got pristine flows, bend and vary
Nigga, fourth and goal, Hail Mary (ah)

I get the bands like The Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots
Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots
Benz the coupe, that bitch fast, Häagen Dazs
Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs (yeah, uh)
Ice cream (yeah)

Oh Papi, you don't wanna f*ck with me
Half a suicidal bitch might suck you up
Then dust the knees and hit the streets
Rejoice a little
Grateful for my everything, his body's a casket
The lining cherry wood
The pussy turned him ashes to ashes
I dash it, I coma
I'm sucking dick 'cause black lives matter
I scatter roses on my metaphor, 'cause the world shot Nipsey
When a girl got tipsy I went to Ben and Jerry
Got my berry on
Whole world steady crashin' and burnin'
Niggas just carry on, carry on
Cry cry, cry, get right back to the money
Then carry on, cry cry, cry, hop right back in the pussy
Ooh I wish he, I wish he would f*ck me happy too
Lookin' at Ben or Jerry hope one of my niggas comin' through, uh
I hope one of these niggas comin' through