Ala Mode lyrics

I like my girls like my women
And my women like my girls
With ice-cream on their ass
And my di*k in their world
I ain't f*cking around
I'm as serious as school teachers
I got 31 flavors to make you a believer, baby

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Want it, need it, ala mode!
Serve that sh*t f*cking cold
I can't stand when it's all alone
Cause everything is better when it's ala mode

When you gangbang [bang!], and take money from banks
You only have yourself and your f*cking gun to thank
And when your pop-lock's stopped and arrested by the cops
You can make it f*cking better with some ice cream on the top
Now baby

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Coffee, Candy, Pistachio Nut
Burgundy, Cherry, Butterscotch
Chocolate Chip, Lemon Crisp
French Vanilla with a peppermint twist!
You're going to jail? Ice cream will fix it!
You don't have a life? Ice cream will fix it!
You make bad decisions? Ice cream will fix it!
You don't have a job? Ice cream will fix it!
You can't find love? Ice cream will fix it!
You're a failure? Ice cream will fix it!
Everyone hates you? Ice cream will fix it!
Everyone hates you!
I want sprinkles on that sh*t

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