"Ala Mode" lyrics

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

Want it, need it, ala mode!
Serve that shit fucking cold
I can't stand when it's all alone
'Cause everything is better when it's ala mode

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

Want it, need it, ala mode!
Serve that shit fucking cold
I can't stand when it's all alone
'Cause everything is better when it's ala mode

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 shit

Want it, need it, ala mode!
Serve that shit fucking cold
I can't stand when it's all alone
'Cause everything is better when it's ala mode