Gucci Mane - Icy

Icy

Gucci mane la flore
Yah, where your ice at?
Where your chain and your rings at?
Where bling at?
Im Icy, Im Icy, So Icy (x3), Im Icy, So Icy (x2)

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All these girls excited
OOOO you know they like it
Im so Icy, So Icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
Im so Icy, So Icy

Its got my house around my neck, and my wrist don't chill, Eddy give time 2 50 in your grill ( a quarter million?) All I do is talk shit you can evn add a couple grand for my outfit ur mom ur mom ur mom
(Yaaaaa) you better act like you know man in my hood they call me g's in the snow man ( ya get it get it, g's in the snow man) Im iced out plus I got snow man
Let it marinate ya'll niggas slow man ( slow man what the fuck ya'll, dumbass) I used to get 19 for a B call me Ginuwine same-o G ( O G) Im the shit bitch I need toilet paper
(Daamn) and some air freshiner nigga fuck a hater
These niggas don't like me (why?) 'cause im with the gucci mane and im so icy

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She diggin' my fee she think im the shit is it the chain on my neck or the watch om my wrist? Maybe the ice in my ear or the bracelet but she look like the type that can take a dick (UHH) Young Gucci Mane don't kiss me baby you can kiss my chains you gotta be a dime piece just to look at the rocks in my time piece I come through in a drop top jags, an ol school chevy with the At T tags my pockets so heavy that i can't walk steady, niggas got the ice we done done already got a gold grill but it's not from Eddy I ride big chevy's 'cause a nigga aint pitty Im icy so mother fucken snowed up little kids want to be like Gucci when they grow up (uh)
Me geezy and boo we aint pussy nigga gone do whatch you do 'cause we icy so icy we icy so icy

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Im hoppin out the rams with the seats piped out you can even see my chains even whent the lights out 'cause dats how mophers do it spin a little game give em' that flossy music im the man from the C-H-I these lames run around thinkin they so fly got a lil buzz butt boo went to high pull them hoes in the club and I don't even try i guess when she glance at my wrist she wanna get my dick i tell her holla at Geezy if you want pop crys get at gucci mane 'cause he on some lil shit you know im in the cut grippin my 4 fif like let a nigga trip naw we aint runnin we just takin all your chicks buyin drinks getting plenty Boo can show you how to do this son we throwin out hunnies while you savin the one nigga

I got so many rocks in my chain and watch I know im the shit my chain hang down to my dick I know im the bomb just look at my charm I know im the shit my chain hang down to my dick


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look at my charm my chain hang down to my di ick