Ice cream girl when it´s hot outside Yeah, party like it´s ´99 Yeah, yeah, hit me baby one more time Blueberry coupe 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
I feel like Beyoncé, all I do is slay Santa on the way, hoes gone crazy I say "Ay 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, I just really want the coupe I don´t even need the booth You can keep that, too Yeah, yeah, yeah
Tears in my eyes when Mufasa died Ice cream girl when it´s hot outside Yeah (Yeah), party like it´s ´99 (Yeah, ´99) Hit me baby one more time (Yeah) Blueberry coupe with vanilla skies (With vanilla) Tom Cruise on my neck, that´s vanilla ice (Vanilla)
I just think I hit my prime, uh (Yeah) Ay, ay, hit me baby— (Yes, yes)
Ice cream girl with the blue jeans on She just wanna dance to her new theme song I just play my old shit, she knew all the words, though She just made her ass drop, I just shouted, "Go, girl!" Baby, this is your world, don´t let ´em tell you different This is your world, I´m just livin´ in it (Uh, yeah) I´m in livin´ color, too, she gave me another scoop Ice, ice, baby, ooh She gave it to me and I swooned That shit take me to the moon