Lyrics So Icy - Gucci Mane , Young Jeezy
I'm
icy,
I'm
icy,
I'm
icy,
I'm
icy,
I'm
icy,
I'm
icy,
I'm
icy,
I'm
icy
All
these
girls
excited
Oooo
ya
know
they
like
it
I'm
so
icy,
so
icy
Girl
don't
try
to
fight
it
All
yo
friends
invited
I'm
so
icy,
so
icy
Got
a
house
around
my
neck,
and
my
wrist
on
chill
Any
given
time,
250
in
ya
grill
(a
quarter
million?)
All
I
do
is
talk
shit,
u
can
even
add
a
couple
grand
for
my
outfit
U
betta
act
like
ya
know
man,
in
my
hood
they
call
me
Jeezy
da
Snowman
Ya
get
it?
Get
it?
Jeezy
da
Snowman
I'm
iced
out,
plus
I
got
snow,
man
Let
it
marinate,
y'all
niggaz
is
slow
man
(slow
man)
(Man
what
the
fuck
y'all...
yo
dumb
ass)
I
used
to
get
nineteen
for
a
beat
Call
me
Ginuwine,
the
same
'ol
G
('ol
G)
I'm
da
shit
biiiaaattch,
I
need
toilet
paper
(daaaaaayyuum!)
And
some
air
freshener
nigga,
fuck
a
hata
These
niggaz
don't
like
me
I'm
wit
da
Gucci
Mane
and
I'm
so
icy
She
diggin
my
fit,
she
think
I'm
da
shit
Is
this
a
chain
on
my
neck,
or
the
watch
in
my
wrist
Maybe
the
ice
in
my
ear,
or
my
bracelet
But
she
look
like
the
type
that
could
take
a
dick
Young
Gucci
Mane,
don't
kiss
me
baby
u
can
kiss
my
chain
Ya
gotta
be
a
dime
piece,
Just
to
look
at
the
rocks
in
my
time
piece
I
come
through
in
a
drop
top
Jag,
or
Old-School
Chevy
Wit
da
antique
tags
My
pockets
so
heavy
that
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
cuza
nigga
ain't
petty
I'm
icy,
so
muthafuckin
snowed
up,
lil
kids
wanna
Be
like
Gucci
when
they
grow
up
Me,
jeezy
and
Boo
We
ain't
hatin
pussy
nigga
'gon
and
do
what
u
do
Cuz
we
icy,
so
icy,
we
icy,
so
icy
I'm
hoppin
out
the
range
wit
da
seats
piped
out
You
can
still
see
my
chain
even
when
da
lights
out
Cuz
dat's
how
monsters
do
it
Spit
a
lil
game
give
'em
that
flosser
music
I'm
da
man
from
da
C.H.I.
These
lames
runnin
'round
thinkin
they
so
fly
Got
a
lil
buzz
but
Boo
been
too
high
I'm
pullin
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
ya
wanna
pop
Cris
Get
at
Gucci
Mane
cuz
he
on
some
lil
shit
And
you
know
I'm
in
da
cut,
grippin
my
4/5
Like
let
a
nigga
trip,
naw
we
ain't
runnin
We
just
takin
all
ya
chicks,
buyin
drinks
gettin
blunted
Groupies,
show
you
how
to
do
this
son
We
throwin
out
hundreds
while
you
savin
them
ones
I
got
so
many
rocks,
on
my
chain
and
watch
I
know
I'm
da
shit,
my
chain
hang
down
to
my
dick
I
know
I'm
da
bomb,
just
look
at
my
charms
I
know
I'm
da
shit,
my
chain
hang
down
to
my
dick
I'm
so
icy
Look
at
my
charms
My...
chain...
hang...
down...
to
my
dick
1 Tag Team (Feat. Waka Flocka)
2 Classics Intro
3 Rolling Stone
4 DJ Ace Speaks
5 So Icy
6 Rich N***a
7 Blood in Blood Out
8 Up My Alley
9 Birds of a Feather
10 Feel Sorry
11 Jewelry
12 The King
13 Gucci Girl
14 Outro
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