Ghetto Sage - Häagen Dazs lyrics

(Is that my water?) baby
If I uh

I get the bands like The Roots
Black out all my thoughts,  request the love
Revenge the youth benz a coupe
(Err) , that bitch fast, how it's a Dodge?
Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs, SRT
Huh

She said
"I ain't never seen nothin' like this
In my motherfuckin' life, though"
Dang, 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' out to my tape
Should’ve called it Tae Bo
Raise my shit, got range
I write with a rifle
Rightfully, keep LED like a light-show
I come from the Northside
Do it for the Northside
That is not my bitch, ain't no strings tied
(No) gave her ass the boot like Louisiana
Cross over like hot sauce
Ducking dodging pork chops
You is not a street nigga
Grew up on 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
(Err) , that bitch fast, how it's a Dodge?
Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs, SRT
(Err) i get the bands like The
Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, roots
Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots
Benz a coupe, that bitch fast
How it's a Dodge?
Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs
(Ayy, bands) ice cream

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
They killin' for tennis shoes
But the people dyin' out here for less though
(For less) meanwhile, them the same shoes
That the clubs said ain't the dress code
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
It sound like a stethoscope
I get the bag like a Funkadelic
And that shit was easy like my name was Eric
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

I get the bands like The
Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, roots
Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots, Roots
Benz a coupe, that bitch fast
How it's a Dodge?
Ice cream on the inside, Häagen Dazs
Ice cream

Oh Papi, you don't wanna fuck 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 comma
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 oh, I wish he
I wish he would fuck me happy too
Lookin' at Ben or Jerry
Hope one of my niggas comin' through
I hope one of these niggas comin' through