Carré d'As
Yamê (FR)
Ace of Spades
Bro Connection (Bro Connection)
Theme the stars, I'm prolific
I'm in the corner, shoot like Buddy Hield
Like Brother Mouzone when I leave the city
I don't like war, so I pacify
Smoke a joint in front of the precipice
Every minute becomes decisive
The end of the story will be quite sad
Build a dam against the Pacific
I'm where the air thins
Our dark poems, they are magnificent
Your clique of cowards in my sandwich
We share R not even the wifi
Check my anger, it only intensifies
Me, my weed comes from Bolivia
With time, it gets better
With time I become evil
Ace of spades
It heats you up even at low tide (low tide)
The black gold flows and the traces fade
We looked cool, let's drop the masks (down, down)
Drop the masks (drop the masks)
Ace of spades
My heart is on fire, I listen to Aretha (uh)
Cross the night with both headlights off (uh)
All their principles: Just chatter (uh, uh, uh)
I'm at max' (max')
I'm at, I'm at max', I'm at
I'm at max' (max')
N***a, I'm at max, I'm at (uh, uh)
I'm at max' (max')
I'm at, I'm at max', I'm at (I'm at)
I'm at max' (max')
I'm at (hey), I'm at max' (max')
Oh, lala, I'm at max'
The career hasn't even started, I'm at max'
Uh, I'm at max'
Cross the desert like a Tuareg
Heart filled, I do everything with it
Uh, lala, uh, lala, uh, lala
Your clique fears me like the end of the world
Pan-African tomorrow will be king
Bantu Bionic, I'm on Pandora
Uh, lala, uh, lala, uh, lala
I avoid the end like rat poison (smoke, smoke)
Tea in the air, I take my share too (hop, hop, hop)
Middle finger up for these pedophiles (for these pedophiles, pedophiles)
Don't look for peace, it's not here (it's not here)
I'm the original like in paradise
I'm at max' (max')
I'm at, I'm at max', I'm at
I'm at max' (max')
N***a, I'm at max, I'm at (uh, uh)
I'm at max' (max')
I'm at, I'm at max', I'm at (I'm at)
I'm at max' (max')
I'm at (hey), I'm at max' (max')
Oh, lala, I'm at max'
The career hasn't even started, I'm at max'
Uh, I'm at max'
Ace of spades
It heats you up even at low tide
The black gold flows and the traces fade
We looked cool, let's drop the masks
Drop the masks
Ace of spades
My heart is on fire, I listen to Aretha
Cross the night with both headlights off
All their principles: Just chatter