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Ice Cream Man Video (MV)




Performed By: RIVR
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: River Robinson




RIVR - Ice Cream Man Lyrics
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I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Smoking on this gas
But I'm always gone be solid
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Running through the money
Like it's coming out a faucet
Spin on his block back to back
We giving his granny a heart attack
I know she older than artifacts
Man I don't give a f*ck bout none of that
I'm popping shit like a Snapple cap
We took his shit, he like give it back
I run off with ya bitch she ain't coming back
I'm in her hole like a quarterback
She gone slurp up the dick like its ramen
I told shawty I cant see her often
I go out, I don't go into hiding
And the glizzy gone blow like bin Laden
Blue tips in the clip when we sliding
All these pussies got one thing in common
They getting f*cked, and nah I ain't gay
But we stretch him out like a hymen
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Smoking on this gas
But I'm always gone be solid
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Running through the money
Like it's coming out a faucet
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Smoking on this gas
But I'm always gone be solid
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Running through the money
Like it's coming out a faucet
I was Forgiato rolling down yo backstreet
Real slug shining, fry a nigga, like some Zaxby's
I was booling with my brother, nigga who gone blast me
Oppas turn up missing, I ain't peep him since like last week
2 guns, all my niggas banging like for real
Wizard with the wock, balling like I'm Bradley Beal
Riding round here solo, I just don't know how to feel
I'm scared of the future, so I popped another pill, thinking that I'm Phil
Pop another seal
I don't want ya deal
And neither do my homies
We ain't taking no plea deal
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Smoking on this gas
But I'm always gone be solid
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Running through the money
Like it's coming out a faucet
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I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Smoking on this gas
But I'm always gone be solid
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Running through the money
Like it's coming out a faucet
Spin on his block back to back
We giving his granny a heart attack
I know she older than artifacts
Man I don't give a f*ck bout none of that
I'm popping shit like a Snapple cap
We took his shit, he like give it back
I run off with ya bitch she ain't coming back
I'm in her hole like a quarterback
She gone slurp up the dick like its ramen
I told shawty I cant see her often
I go out, I don't go into hiding
And the glizzy gone blow like bin Laden
Blue tips in the clip when we sliding
All these pussies got one thing in common
They getting f*cked, and nah I ain't gay
But we stretch him out like a hymen
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Smoking on this gas
But I'm always gone be solid
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Running through the money
Like it's coming out a faucet
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Smoking on this gas
But I'm always gone be solid
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Running through the money
Like it's coming out a faucet
I was Forgiato rolling down yo backstreet
Real slug shining, fry a nigga, like some Zaxby's
I was booling with my brother, nigga who gone blast me
Oppas turn up missing, I ain't peep him since like last week
2 guns, all my niggas banging like for real
Wizard with the wock, balling like I'm Bradley Beal
Riding round here solo, I just don't know how to feel
I'm scared of the future, so I popped another pill, thinking that I'm Phil
Pop another seal
I don't want ya deal
And neither do my homies
We ain't taking no plea deal
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Smoking on this gas
But I'm always gone be solid
I'm the ice cream man
I got drip, you can't call it
Running through the money
Like it's coming out a faucet
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Writer: River Robinson
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