Haagen Dazs - Ghetto Sage Lyrics

[Intro]
(Is that my water?)
Baby
If I
Uh

[Chorus: Smino]
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

[Verse 1: Smino]
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 North side, do it for the North side
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
[Chorus: Smino & Saba]
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 (Ayy)

[Verse 2: Saba]
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 (Ah)
They killin' for tennis shoes
But the people dyin out here for less though (For less)
Meanwhile, them same shoes
That the clubs said ain't the dress code (Ayy)
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
The sound like a stethoscope
I get the bag like it's Funkadelic
Man, that 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 (Ah)
[Chorus: Smino & Noname]
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 (Yeah, uh)
Ice cream (Yeah)

[Verse 3: Noname]
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