*~So IcY~* ☻ >3333 (the 'clean' version)

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 trash`````````````````````
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 peoplez slow man
(Slow man? Man what the heck y’all)
Yo’ dummy, I used to get 19 for a beat
They call me Ginuwine cuz the same ol’ G (Ol’ G)
I’m da stuff girl, I need toilet paper (Dang)
Get some air freshener person, slap a hater
These peoplez 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 stuff
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 drink (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
Peoplez coppin’ ice we done done it already
Got a gold grill but it’s not from Eddie
I ride big Chevys cuz a guy ain’t petty
I’m icey, so muthafreakin snowed up
Lil’ kids wanna be like Gucci when they grow up, uh
Me Jeezy and Boo
We ain’t hatin’ stupid hater 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 girls in da club and I don’t even try
I guess when she glance at my wrist
She wanna get my car
I tell her holla at Jeezy if you wanna pop Cris’
Get at Gucci Mane cuz he on some hood stuff
And you know I’m in da cut, grippin’ my 4-5th
Like let a dude 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, dude
Bridge:
I got so many rocks
On my chain and watch
I know I’m the stuff my chain hang down to my shoes
I know I’m the bomb
Just look at my charm
I know I’m the stuff my chain hang down to my shoes
Chorus

by: sTaRgIrL && rOcKsTaR!!!!!