Текст песни White Ice - Trayce Chapman

Different colors like Xylophone
Cop them bitches we dont try em on
Been 100 bitch Im player made
How I'm staying Icy in this fire storm?
Purple suede where you put your feet
Living lavish if you ride with me
But all she know is city lights and fire weed I can give you glimpes if you tryna see

For niggas thinking I aint have it
I'm always with the flame like a addict
Triple yellow trim on the features
She done matted out the wagon
2pm in Calabasas real niggas made it happen
Bitches on the kid like I was El DeBarge
Aston Martin aspirations you aint living large
You aint aint thinking big enough aint got the vision for it
I'm with a pretty little broad resemble Rita Ora we them boys

Different colors like Xylophone
Cop them bitches we dont try em on
Been 100 bitch Im player made
How I'm staying Icy in this fire storm?
Purple suede where you put your feet
Living lavish if you ride with me
But all she know is city lights and fire weed I can give you glimpses if you tryna see

Vito Corleone D'usse in my cup
You just Pacino for this moment you can be my son
Godfather vibes when I wrote these lines I was on a beach in Mississippi gettin stupid high
Lavish nigga you aint never seen the granite floors
Goin harder doing numbers we just beat the storm
Stupid Icy George Gervin in a fire storm
Living out your dreams pinky rings on the iron board

Different colors like Xylophone
Cop them bitches we dont try em on
Been 100 bitch Im player made
How I'm staying Icy in this fire storm?
Purple suede where you put your feet
Living lavish if you ride with me
But all she know is city lights and fire weed I can give you glimpses if you tryna see