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NAV - No Ice feat. Lil Durk (Audio)
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
NAV
NAV
Chant
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Programmation
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Programmation
Cash
Cash
Claviers
Lil Durk
Lil Durk
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Navraj Singh Goraya
Navraj Singh Goraya
Paroles/Composition
Durk Banks
Durk Banks
Paroles/Composition
Amir Esmailian
Amir Esmailian
Paroles/Composition
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Andrew Kenneth Franklin
Paroles/Composition
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Dylan Cleary-Krell
Paroles/Composition
Sugarray Henry
Sugarray Henry
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Pro Logic
Pro Logic
Ingénierie de mixage
Dez Wright
Dez Wright
Production
Cash
Cash
Production
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah) See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew) Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr) My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah) Got perico the color middle of a Klondike (perico) And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah) When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah) I won't rob nobody, I believe in karma (no) But it's off with his head if he try to harm us I'm a handyman, nails inside my hammer (yes, sir) Kick like Jackie Chan, but it ain't on camera Schools, they kicked us out 'stead of tryna understand us I pulled up to class, no bookbag and no pencil Made my bro a 100K cash, everything I do is stand-up If I ain't do it, then nobody would, I had to man up (man up) My brother hit a lick for 30 bricks, coke price went up Gotta keep a wham-bam, righthand man tried to set him up And the way that Flex used to cook the work, swear he had the magic touch It blew my mind when it bounced back and half the shit was cut Heart racin', hit a lick, hurry up, put it in the trunk (shh) Are you dumb? Roll the window down and throw out your guns Go up north and burn the car 'til everything is gone Streets be talking, they don't know who did it, but not for long (let's go) Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah) See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew) Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr) My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah) Got perico the color middle of a Klondike (perico) And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah) When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah) I go buy that Spider apparel, I feel like a tarantula (like a tarantula) Go to Toronto, link with the killers 'Cause I can't bring no gun to Canada (bring no guns) Money and guns, et cetera (money and guns, et cetera) Why they be thinking they 'head of us? (Why they be thinking they 'head of us?) You stunt and you flex and you add it up (yeah) Got robbed, but your homie had set it up Don't stop at your boundaries That's how niggas die in the streets (how niggas die in the streets) These niggas is hoes, these niggas is hoes That's how it sound to me (how it sound to me) Look at you look up to, look at who you honor But them niggas clowns to me (niggas clowns to me) Know a nigga who served the city, now he sell pounds of weed (yeah, yeah) I done seen him take so many drugs, then say his body numb I done seen the littlest nigga walk around with a Tommy gun (Tommy gun) He couldn't get no good time for his case He was fightin' bodily harm (bodily harm) Once you hit the fed system, just know your body marked Went inside that crib, got 30 years, I had a silent alarm It don't mean he got no bag 'cause he got an icy arm (yeah, yeah) Let them niggas name they own weed, that's why the price is wrong Definition of my brother, ridin' right or wrong, oh Ridin' 'round your block, we slidin' late night, yeah (yeah) See a five pack, we takin' at least four lives, yeah (pew, pew, pew, pew) Ain't talkin' about exhaust when I say we got four pipes, yeah (brr) My city feel like Chiraq, gotta keep my pole tight, yeah (yeah) Got perico the color middle of a Klondike (perico) And God knows I'm ridin' with my bro if he wrong or right (yeah, yeah) When I go back to the block I grew up on and roll dice I don't create no hierarchy, pull up with no ice (yeah)
Writer(s): Navraj Goraya, Dez Wright, Amir Esmailian, Durk Banks, Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Sugarray Henry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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