Ice Cream - Ambjaay

Ice Cream - Ambjaay

  • Year of release: 2019
  • Language: English
  • Duration: 2:10

Below is the lyrics of the song Ice Cream , artist - Ambjaay with translation

Lyrics " Ice Cream "

Original text with translation

Ice Cream

Ambjaay

Mama!

This nigga Jay took my Chili Fritos

And he won’t give me my change back

I ordered an Oreo milkshake, some Chili Cheese Hot Cheetos, and I bought some

candy

Aye what he say?

Aye, it cost to live like this, you heard me?

Drippin' on these niggas like ice cream

I got the juice, High C

Buss down they got me icy

I got 'em high tech on a high key

Drippin' slow like ice cream

Bust in her eye she need Visine

She a bad bitch she a dime piece

Hunnid bands stuffed in my jeans

Hit it one time now she a single cone

She give me FaceTime, no iPhone

Freak bitch, you know we gon' get our freak on

Pussy wet like a nigga turned the sink on

She want money but all she get is a ding dong

Niggas be hatin', man I gotta get my preach on

Yeah, AMB be her ringtone

We on

My bitch go back and forth like ping pong

Can’t get your change back like I’m big Worm

Hot boy, no perm

Usher, let it burn

Jay a one-hit wonder, he spoke too soon

Drippin' sauce on the curb, half cap on a swerve

Drippin' on these niggas like ice cream

I got the juice, High C

Buss down they got me icy

I got 'em high tech on a high key

Drippin' slow like ice cream

Bust in her eye she need Visine

She a bad bitch she a dime piece

Hunnid bands stuffed in my jeans

Hit it back from the back she feelin' my drip

Hit her wit' the dick, but none the split

There ain’t a bitch that I can’t get

Name a bitch that I can’t hit

Big bands in my pocket, it can’t fit

Ice cream paint job when I lane switch

AMB A one M tee, same shit

If you play with the fam then the case it

What would you do for a Klondike?

I’m only fuckin' if the body right

Shake it fast

Make it clap

Throw it right

I’m too fly for these niggas, I’m scared of heights

Drippin' on these niggas like ice cream

I got the juice, High C

Buss down they got me icy

I got 'em high tech on a high key

Drippin' slow like ice cream

Bust in her eye she need Visine

She a bad bitch she a dime piece

Hunnid bands stuffed in my jeans

Aye, it cost to live like this, you heard me?

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