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Ice Cream Lyrics by Jack Harlow Jack Harlow
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Know she wanna fuck with a fella like me
They don't know for sure, but they can tell I might be
The motherfuckin' man, when I pull up on the spot
Got the kids goin' wild like I'm sellin' ice cream
Like I'm, like I'm sellin' ice cream
I don't really know how I can tell 'em nicely
I'm the prince of my city, yeah they know about the kid
You a tourist in this bitch doin' hella sight seein'
We been on the move for a minute now
Movin' through the city with the windows down
Only got a couple months till we graduate so
Ain't nobody out here really tryna sit around
I just hit her phone with that 'WYD'
She said, 'Boy I'm down, if you wanna come find me'
I said, 'Watchu wearing girl? There's something I'm tryna see'
Told me, 'Come and get it', said she wanna surprise me
Bet, give me like an hour and a half
With the homies right now and we bout to get a snack
In the mean time, you can take a shower or a bath
And relax, wait for me, I'll be out there in a dash
Close knit, how we sharin' the wealth
I can see that they don't like how we carry ourselves
You can tell by how we act, we don't care how they felt
I can see it in your eyes that you're scared of yourself, you lil'
Know she wanna fuck with a fella like me
They don't know for sure, but they can tell I might be
The mutherfuckin' man, when I pull up on the spot
Got the kids goin' wild like I'm sellin' ice cream
Like I'm, like I'm sellin' ice cream
I don't really know how I can tell 'em nicely
I'm the prince of my city, yeah they know about the kid
You a tourist in this bitch doin' hella sight seein'
We been laid back, lookin' for some things to do
Pull up at the party, now it's lookin' like a kangaroo
Remember when I used to never get the invite
Now I'm the motherfucker that these people wanna cater to
Smooth criminal, y'all are too cynical
Hottest in my city I ain't even hit my pinnacle
First round draft pick, you might get your ass kicked
Post up, step back, every move is pivotal
And I got the people sayin', 'Why the boy is so lyrical?'
They hatin' on me, but they still enjoy what they hearin' though
Honestly, I think you need that shit I pour in my cereal
She ain't tryna hook up with me cause I'm boyfriend material, cool
But now she pullin' on my cardigan
Dick went soft, but I think it's gettin' hard again
The people that I started with, the ones I'm bout to party with
And we gon' stay away from anyone who wasn't a part of it
Know she wanna fuck with a fella like me
They don't know for sure, but they can tell I might be
The mutherfuckin' man, when I pull up on the spot
Got the kids goin' wild like I'm sellin' ice cream
Like I'm, like I'm sellin' ice cream
I don't really know how I can tell 'em nicely
I'm the prince of my city, yeah they know about the kid
You a tourist in this bitch doin' hella sight-seein'
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