"Icy" textů

So icey, so icy
So icey, so icy
So icey, so icy
So icey, so icy

Chorus:
All these girls excited
Ooh you know they like it
I'm so icy
So icy
Girl don't try to fight it
All your friends invited
I'm so icy
So icy

Verse 1
Young Jeezy:
I got a house around my neck and my wrist gon' chill
Any given time 250 in ya grill (A Quarter million)
All I do is talk shit
You can even add a couple grand for my outfit (Yeah)
You better act like ya know man (What)
In my hood they call me Jeezy the Snowman
You get it, get it, Jeezy the Snowman (Yeah)
I'm iced out, plus I got snow man
Let it marinate, y'all niggaz slow man
(Slow man? Man what the fuck y'all)
Yo' dumbass, I used to get 19 for a beat
They call me Ginuwine cuz the same ol' G (Ol' G)
I'm da shit bitch, I need toilet paper (Damn)
Get some air freshener nigga, fuck a hater
These niggaz don't like me (Why)
I'm with the Gucci Mane and I'm so icy

Chorus

Verse 2
Gucci Mane:
She diggin' my fit, she like I'm the shit
Is it the chain on my neck or the watch on my wrist
Maybe the ice in my ear or the bracelet
But she look like the type dat can take a dick (Aw)
Young Gucci Mane, don't kiss me baby you can kiss the chain
You gotta be a dime piece
Just to look at the rocks in my timepiece (Aw)
I drop through in a drop top Jag
A ol' school Chevy wit' da antique tag
My pockets so heavy dat I can't walk steady
Niggaz coppin' ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cuz a nigga ain't petty
I'm icey, so muthafuckin' snowed up
Lil' kids wanna be like Gucci when they grow up, uh
Me Jeezy and Boo
We ain't hatin' pussy nigga gon' do what you do
Cuz we icy, so icy
We icy, so icy

Chorus

Verse 3
Boo:
I'm hoppin' out da Range wit' da Cs piped out
You can still see my chain even wit' da lights out
Cuz dat's how mobsters do it
Spit a little game give 'em that flosser music
I'm da man from the C-H-I
These lames run around thinkin' they so fly
Got a lil' buzz but Boo been too high
I put them hoes in da 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 Jeezy if you wanna pop Cris'
Get at Gucci Mane cuz he on some hood shit
And you know I'm in da cut, grippin' my 4-5th
Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin'
We just takin' all ya chicks, buyin' drinks, getting' blunted
Groupies, we could show you how to do this son
We throwin' out hundreds while you savin' them ones, nigga

Bridge:
I got so many rocks
On my chain and watch
I know I'm the shit my chain hang down to my dick
I know I'm the bomb
Just look at my charm
I know I'm the shit my chain hang down to my dick

Chorus