Ice Cream Girl ​tobi lou

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thank you, Ms. Fat Booty, you're the best, haha, yes
Ayy

[Chorus]
Tears in my eyes when Mufasa died
Ice cream girl when it's hot outside
Yeah, party like it's '99
Yeah, yeah, hit me baby one more time
Blueberry cool with vanilla skies
Tom Cruise on my neck, that's vanilla ice
I just think I hit my prime, uh
Hit me baby one more time

[Verse 1]
I feel like Beyoncé, all I do is slay
Santa on the way, hoes gone crazy
I say "Ayy bay bay", I'm on my day-to-day
They said, "Be there at eight"
You know I showed up late
I got shit to do
Don't get shit confused
I been missin' you
Hit me with the news
I buy my shit used
She may meet the mood
I don't watch your moves
It gives me the blues
My mama made me hater-proof
Gucci suits and gator boots
Fuck you thought this was, a fluke? (Yeah)
Yeah, I just really want the coupe
I don't even need the booth
You can keep that, though
Yeah, yeah, yeah