Lyrics:
на face свежий ice cream!
(Ice cream)
Она чувствует clap - flex so perfect!
Мобильный в авиарежиме чилит на столе!
Моя голова в проблемах - это лишь
Why do I sweat like a pig ?
I'm melting like an ice cream
I'm a turtle without a shell
Doody phone home well well
What do I feel on my nose ?
Why do I
flip when a fellow sends me flowers
I drool over dresses made of lace
I talk on the telephone for hours
with a pound and a half of cream upon my face
flowers
I drool over dresses made of lace
I talk on the telephone for hours
with a pound and a half of cream upon my face
I'm strictly a female female
mean
Wet-nursed sour purse spot face
Blubbering in the cream
Emperor baby dumpling
Loaded, bloated curse
Mighty baby dumpling
Stuffing 'til he
wrist
I’m thick bitch and i got the cake
Wake and bake, i put on his face
I drip like ice cream
I got the whip cream
Bend it over bust it open
In
tryna play me
No aiming, the AK flip em like gymnasiums
EK like a moon rock jay, you shouldn't face me
Got that cake, cream and the bread, whippin' up
line
You let my sister go by
Used to be customary to bow one's eyes at the sight of a white face konks and fade
Creams sad passion deferred dreams
flash, promoters die behind CREAM
Get your face blown, might face the chrome
We take this more serious than just a poem
I think about a lot
a numb junkies' hate
I pretty my face with all this cream and stuff
Ugliness inside much harder to cover up
I lack the thought to care about politics
She's slender
Oh, she's cream
She's face
I took her from place to place
I moved her from room to room
I exploited her
Became the groom
So I
grab it with two thumbs
I smile & I wave at the bitch like im acon
Paint on her face with the cream like im avon
I want all the green like my pockets is
the dream
Voice hoarser than Martin king
Hand all on my holster
Like I'm Tony at the bing
Ain't going out like sheen
Ghosting faces for the cream
Put on for
route
We put you on the couch
Ice cream with your face pout
Watchin' Oprah
Wonderin' if she ever come back over
Nah homie she at the crib
Makin' her feet
underground like a slave
Im a oversees nigga 30 cash all pay
Put my cream on her face
Now she think it's Olay
Otay last king nigga gold on the gate
You niggas
to my taylor
He kept it short and swift
Hope God ain't put me on an endangered list
Woke up from my dreams
Had to face it like a cream
Stop doing them
Да-а-а-а
Нежная я словно cream
Я вижу твой face и он снова scream
Bad bitch снова ломится в лс
Ты смотришь на мой тг и ловишь стресс
Mommy honey, mommy
the scene, black face and four-four
The CREAM that we stack up, cake and whores
[Killa Sin]
Cash in abundance, the cats that I run with
Got gats at a motel,
Little peace of mind with a change of the scene
Blunt to my face and ya face full of cream
Can't get in between like f*ck do you mean
Feeling like
this every day
I wasn't born a killer I was pushed on to be heavy
I'mma give Russell Westbrook a wedgie
Now keep that cum cream face take a picture
the size of the boat then I motion her ocean be dripping like I'm Michael Phelps
When I'm all in her well she be making those sex faces, then she cream like
Adding some pills to my morning routine
Spreading the shit on my face like a cream
They told me everyday I should be happy for you
But right now I can't
and baby you can call on me I wonder how it taste let me see drippin' all over my face when it cream girl you know I want it all to myself and you know I
a pick me up
Play a game of operation, rearrange her guts
Stuff my face, you whip cream berry lunch
Bougie heads smoking cancer sticks with they nose up
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