steam, we all want egg cream You scream, I steam, we all want egg cream The only good thing I have to say about p.s. 92 Was the egg cream served at becky
I'll give you Dairy Queen Pink dreams Tongue all on your ice cream Lips gleam Plates clean Preteen Submarine Drippin' down your ice cream cone Rhinestone
i aint feeling any love. niggaz plotting to murk me. and trust me i feel it in my blood. believe me ima thug. but im blessed by the lord. fink im crazy
Cream on the inside Clean on the outside Cream on the inside Clean on the outside Cream on the inside Clean on the outside Ice, ice cream, ice cream
Is there cream in this soup? I look in the mirror, I know I'm not good enough to eat I'll tell you something, my hunger has nothing to do with greed
[Intro: Ghostface Killah *talking to himself*] Aiyo, what's wrong man? (Ain't na---, man Yo these niggas over here frontin' on me and shit Talkin'
about cream, I'm about cream X 4 Aha, that south thing I'm about cream, I'm about cream And you know that, I'm about cream And you know that, I'm about cream
] Ice cream, ice cream, who wants ice cream? Hey - everybody screamin for that ice cream When she screams, I scream, I scream, she screams Hey - everybody screamin for that ice cream Ice cream
Your love is better than ice cream Better than anything else that I've tried And your love is better than ice cream But everyone here knows how to fight
There's a cannon shooting coconut cream 40 gallons in a steady stream There's a cannon shooting coconut cream 40 gallons in a steady stream It's wing
it All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream Gettin' paid is the american dream All I needs is my strawberriez -n- cream
[Hook:] You know you wrong Took care of you bitch when a nigga was home You don't do a real nigga like that gotta put my hands on you when tha kid get
Chorus: We all in the club drinkin that clear Chuck, chucks on my feet rocks on my ear Diamonds on my necklace candy on my cut We tryna get high nigga
What's haaaaanin? Ay check this out, Imma tell you whut's real man. Ya know what I mean...I don't need ya baby daddy callin' me and shit after the club
[Spoken] Baby . . . [Verse 1:] First of all let me say You can't accuse me of all the things you know that you are guilty of And I see that it is easy
CHORUS: I'm drunk as fuck and as soon as i catch this train we gone twist up anotha one then we gone smoke again (
Who gets high in this bitch is you really on its some grapes that you smokin what you really on Im on a eighth a quarter ounce of grapes a shot of patron
I see the way you move your hips the way you shake your ass and you lick your lips like fuck high school she rather go to the club get drunk and get fucked