Ice on the track
On s'est fait tout seul dans le bendo, bendo, bendo
Assassins et meurtres dans le ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Sale
On fait que du sale
Bombonnes remplie de C, on ravitaille
Balle
On tir que des balles
Chargeur rempli et la crosse en métal
Ice on the track bitch, tu connais l'artiste
Perso j'm'éclipse quand j'roule mon sandwich
J'veut remplir ma kich, eh j'sais c'est triste
Toujours mon glock même quand j'fusille ma bitch
Ice on the track bitch, tu connais l'artiste
Perso j'm'éclipse quand j'roule mon sandwich
J'veut remplir ma kich, eh j'sais c'est triste
Toujours mon glock même quand j'fusille ma bitch
Would you lie for me
Would you ride for me
Would you die for me yeah
Would you steal for me
Would you deal for me
Would you kill for me yeah
Fuck the police I will never go back
I want it all, I can never hold back
I can carry anyone put em on my shoulder
Fuck around, pullup with my soldiers
I make classics, when i step in the booth
Peoples panic when i walk in the room
Im taking off going up like baloons
Paff on the track and it goes to the moon
Ice on the track bitch, tu connais l'artiste
Perso j'm'éclipse quand j'roule mon sandwich
J'veut remplir ma kich, eh j'sais c'est triste
Toujours mon glock même quand j'fusille ma bitch
Ice on the track bitch, tu connais l'artiste
Perso j'm'éclipse quand j'roule mon sandwich
J'veut remplir ma kich, eh j'sais c'est triste
Toujours mon glock même quand j'fusille ma bitch
Assassins et meurtres dans le ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Sale
On fait que du sale
Bombonnes remplie de C, on ravitaille
Balle
On tir que des balles
Chargeur rempli et la crosse en métal
Ice on the track bitch, tu connais l'artiste
Perso j'm'éclipse quand j'roule mon sandwich
J'veut remplir ma kich, eh j'sais c'est triste
Toujours mon glock même quand j'fusille ma bitch
Ice on the track bitch, tu connais l'artiste
Perso j'm'éclipse quand j'roule mon sandwich
J'veut remplir ma kich, eh j'sais c'est triste
Toujours mon glock même quand j'fusille ma bitch
Would you lie for me
Would you ride for me
Would you die for me yeah
Would you steal for me
Would you deal for me
Would you kill for me yeah
Fuck the police I will never go back
I want it all, I can never hold back
I can carry anyone put em on my shoulder
Fuck around, pullup with my soldiers
I make classics, when i step in the booth
Peoples panic when i walk in the room
Im taking off going up like baloons
Paff on the track and it goes to the moon
Ice on the track bitch, tu connais l'artiste
Perso j'm'éclipse quand j'roule mon sandwich
J'veut remplir ma kich, eh j'sais c'est triste
Toujours mon glock même quand j'fusille ma bitch
Ice on the track bitch, tu connais l'artiste
Perso j'm'éclipse quand j'roule mon sandwich
J'veut remplir ma kich, eh j'sais c'est triste
Toujours mon glock même quand j'fusille ma bitch
Credits
Writer(s): Tuco
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