Lil' Wayne - Ice Cream Paint Job lyrics

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Young money

Syrup in a big shot

Time tah do da thing dats word to ya wrist watch

Shoot da glock til it burn til my wrist lock

Rims sellin big time skinny like chris rock

Hold da gun sideways like oh dog

Shoot a nigguh in his face knock his nose off

Make da girl say my name like roll call

Pain killers got da nigguh bout tah dose off

Big shit nigguh talk big shit nigguh

Big bread bread like a picnic nigguh

Shake da whole game like a hit stick nigguh

Money spread like germs get sick nigguh

Yeaa & fuck dem otha nigguhs one nine hunid who want it I'll deliver

Concrete shoes won't help in da river

I dnt care if you michael phelp my nigguh

I'm higher den da muthafuckin alps my nigguh

I'm flier den da muthafuckin stelp my nigguh

Young money shit top shelf my nigguh

We da muthafuckas like milf my nigguh

Uhum flow like saringes

Yea I'm in my mode gotta cold like daminches

I was in da trenches now I'm in da trunk

And everybody watch ya back when yur in da front

You ain't neva safe stop playin with a gansta

Bring it to his face and he ran like a flanka

Bend a girl ova put ha hands on ha ankles

I'm all ova dis ice cream beat like sprinkles

Why thank you if yous a hatah

I'm eatin yous a waita

Pistol on my hip tomb raider

Holla at ya gualla soon lata

Young tune nigguh

Typhoon nigguh

And if you think it's sweet buy a room nigguh

Thy move nigguh

I'm on my gang shit

She give me good brain like she studied at camebridge

Lightin up a muthafuckin blunt

Stupid fruity swagg like a muthafuckin runt

And I be with my dog

Like a muthafuckin huntin everyday of da week it's da first of da month

Start em up again with da diamonds in ha face

Can't tell time cause da diamonds in ha face

We can get it poppin like a semi-automatic

And if you got beef I'll put da biscuit on a patty

Rockstar tatted big money addict

Runnin dis shit now I'm feelin athletic

I'm on a boat bitch gettin sea sick

Stop playin I'm fresher den a degree stick

Street shit well of course I smoke mad weed I'm on my high horse

Please dnt shoot me down I land feet flat

Then walk a million miles with new orleans on my back

I need a massage

When it cum to hoes man I gotta collage

Finguh on da button nigguh jus stuntin

If you ain't da bank teller dnt tell me nuthn

Kush so strong you can smell me cumin

Bitch I go hard like da boy from 300

Ya think ya'll kickin

Well boy we puntin

Young money baby we da shit weak stomaches

No ceilings