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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 |