Lyrics Ice Cream Truck - Masicka

Bomboclaat
Me know a what she love
Backshot, what me say? Know what she love
Fat cash, what me say? Know what she love
When you see me, see me

Gyal a get wild like pickney when ice cream truck a come, yeah
Fly go foreign a when me touch a grung, yeah
Pussy affi run and if a bun, a bun
Baby, you're safe in the place 'cause our grung
Gyal a-say me sweet like a ice cream truck enuh, rrr
Clean and me ice them tough enough, rrr
Full a greens, and me wild and rough enough
Pussy, them inna me style, them not enough

Gyal your skin clean, yeah come, yeah, come make me rough it up, yeah
Criminal, your love enough, the dutty fuck (yeah)
Me buy me gun and me wi' buss it up (yeah)
Liquor just a raise, smaddy go fi cup
Man full of bloodclaat money and me no fi broke (yeah)
Gyal yuh pussy nuff, you get the cocky, tough enough (yeah)
So me shoot it up, it coming like a Heaven, uh (yeah)
1syde every way me go

Gyal a get wild like pickney when ice cream truck a come, yeah
Fly go foreign a when me touch a grung, yeah
Pussy affi run and if a bun, a bun
Baby, you're safe in the place 'cause our grung
Gyal a-say me sweet like a ice cream truck enuh, rrr
Clean and me ice, them tough enough, rrr
Full a greens, and me wild and rough enough
Pussy, them inna me style, them not enough

Portmore
The Porsche nah laugh with the traffic
Pussy, them fall off, y'all not got it (yeah)
Katch them-a sprawl off so mi knock it (pow)
One million and a half inna me pocket
Seh fi take the drawers off, and she drop it
Different currency, the current never off inna the socket
Three gyal a reason, drug lord a the topic
Them wah wul me cocky and snack it

Gyal get wild like pickney when ice cream truck a come, yeah
Fly go foreign a when me touch a grung, yeah
Pussy affi run and if a bun, a bun
Baby, you're safe in the place 'cause our grung
Gyal a-say me sweet like a ice cream truck enuh, rrr
Clean and me ice, them tough enough, rrr
Full a greens, and me wild and rough enough
Pussy, them inna me style, them not enough

Good God grace
Touch the trigger dawg, everything a race (rrrr)
Fuck a boy gyal, she say him still a trace
What me do? Put her face down 'pon the pillow case (what?)
Squeeze the nipple while you have you're thing a brace
Then she, long out her tongue, she wan' fi know how the killa taste
We no gaze, we fi build a plan fi rich like Bill Gates
Bring a plate, food deh ya, the daddy and we no stray
Keep my weight, want blow out the candle like the kid a cake

Gyal get wild like pickney when ice cream truck a come, yeah
Fly go foreign a when me touch a grung, yeah
Pussy affi run and if a bun, a bun
Baby, you're safe in the place 'cause our grung
Gyal a-say me sweet like a ice cream truck enough, rrr
Clean and me ice, them tough enough, rrr
Full a greens, and me wild and rough enough
Pussy, them inna me style, them not enough