Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Icy, artist - Gucci Mane. Date of issue: 20.07.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
So Icy |
| 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 |
| You can even add a couple grand for my outfit |
| You betta act like ya know man |
| In my hood they call me Jeezy the Snowman |
| Ya get it? |
| Get it? |
| Jeezy the Snowman |
| I’m iced out, plus I got snow, man |
| Let it marinate, y’all niggaz is slow man (slow man) |
| (Mane 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 the shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!) |
| And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata |
| These niggaz don’t like me |
| I’m wit the Gucci Mane and I’m so icy |
| She diggin my fit, she think I’m the 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 you 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 the 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 cause a nigga ain’t petty |
| I’m icy, so motherfuckin 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 you do Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy |
| I’m hoppin out the range wit the seats piped out |
| You can still see my chain even when the lights out |
| Cuz dat’s how monsters do it Spit a lil game give 'em that flosser music |
| I’m the man from the 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 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 Jeezy if ya wanna pop Cris |
| Get at Gucci Mane cause he on some lil shit |
| And you know I’m in the 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 the shit, my chain hang down to my dick |
| I know I’m the bomb, just look at my charms |
| I know I’m the shit, my chain hang down to my dick |
| I’m so icy |
| Look at my charms |
| My… chain…hang…down…to my dick |