Paroles de la chanson Ice Cream Truck par SugarHill Keem
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Paroles de la chanson Ice Cream Truck par SugarHill Keem
Talkin' to JB CSG, shoutout my motherfucking demon
Be home real fuckin' soon, EOS nigga
Free top opp demon, grrah
Go get that, go get that, so jack my
And you better move proper
Move look, he don't fuck with the Flockas
Move look, he be totin' his knocker
She a thot, I beat up her box, uh
Ayo Setty, we smoking your father
Spin the Sev', looking for a target (Uh huh)
And she just wanna move
I put the gun right in my bitch boot
Everybody shot (Gang), smoking all deads (Jack my shit)
Okay, let's move
Don't run, I got a new move
Cardi B, and you getting it too
And you fuck with the Flockas so you getting boomed
What the fuck?
Move tact', one thing about Move, he don't cap in his raps (At all)
Who that? I'ma flock at that V, so you better move fast
Her ass fat, I beat it then dip (Uh huh)
Niggas mad cause I'm smoking on 'Rip
Who that? Yeah, we yell "Don't trip"
Rah Rah, he got hit in his shit (Grrah)
Okay, let's move
Don't run, I got a new move
Cardi B, and you getting it too
And you fuck with the Flockas so you getting boomed
What the fuck?
Move tact', one thing about Move, he don't cap in his raps (At all)
Who that? I'ma flock at that V, so you better move fast
Her ass fat, I beat it then dip (Uh huh)
Niggas mad cause I'm smoking on 'Rip
Who that? Yeah, we yell "Don't trip"
Rah Rah, he got hit in his shit (Grrah)
And you better move proper (Uh huh)
Move look, he don't fuck with the Flockas (Gang, gang)
Move look, he be totin' his knocker (Gang, gang)
She a thot, I beat up her box, uh
Ayo Setty, we smoking your father
Spin the Sev', looking for a target (Now look)
And she just wanna move
I put the gun right in my bitch boot
And I'm not from The Bronx (At all)
Niggas cap, they can say what they want
I see a opp, he get beat with his gun
Face of Harlem, niggas know what's up (At all)
I got my knock, why the fuck would I run? (What the fuck?)
I'ma up it, so you better duck (Still)
She a thot, she know what's up (Uh huh)
Move look, he don't fuck with the Flockas (Gang, gang)
Move look, he be totin' his knocker (Gang, gang)
She a thot, I beat up her box, uh
Ayo Setty, we smoking your father
Spin the Sev', looking for a target (Now look)
And she just wanna move
I put the gun right in my bitch boot
And I'm not from The Bronx (At all)
Niggas cap, they can say what they want
I see a opp, he get beat with his gun
Face of Harlem, niggas know what's up (At all)
I got my knock, why the fuck would I run? (What the fuck?)
I'ma up it, so you better duck (Still)
She a thot, she know what's up (Uh huh)
She tote my knocker, so you better run (Real shit, nigga)
Smoking all deads
Everybody shot
(And tell your bitch to get her shit)
What the fuck? (Just tag my shit)
You know who started this sturdy shit, nigga
Everybody shot (Everybody shot, nigga, grrah, grrah)
(Don't be mad that your bitch is shaking her ass to my music)
Smoking all deads (What the fuck?)
Smoking all deads
Everybody shot
(And tell your bitch to get her shit)
What the fuck? (Just tag my shit)
You know who started this sturdy shit, nigga
Everybody shot (Everybody shot, nigga, grrah, grrah)
(Don't be mad that your bitch is shaking her ass to my music)
Smoking all deads (What the fuck?)
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