| I pull up to club valet park my coupe
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| I’m lookin on the ground kuz I lost my damn roof
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| I can sit real high but I’m squatin real low
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| In a 07' lambo, same color smoke
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| Yo girl in my ride, can ya drive a stick
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| 10 grand in my pocket like I sold a half a brick
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| Red monkeys on my ass, gucci's on my face
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| Pradas on my feet, on my wrist i got that Jac
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| Don’t ya like my chain don’t ya like my grill
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| Ain’t I fresh ain’t I fly baby girl just keep it real
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| Wit my paint like snot wit them green booger guts
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| I blow my nose wit hunneds I don' give a flyin fuck
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| Walked through the club showed love to the DJ
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| Left, went home and made it rain on the freeway
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| Gucci mane la flare AKA zone 6 shawty
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| Hunned pack of pills turned the club into a block party
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| I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup
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| Pull up to the club lift both doors up
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| Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up
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| I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup
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| Pull up to the club lift both doors up
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| Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up
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| Everything’s new, fresh out of the wrapper
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| Pull fresh out off of the lot wit them thangs in a wrapper
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| Hold on, Push button doors go up at the same time
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| Kush burnin, now i’m flushin know its game time
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| I’m ridin down campbellton wit both doors up
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| Perssae in the changer wit the dro rolled up
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| Spent 10 thousand in a day thats off a blunt in a row
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| 200 thousand in a safe I bout to stunt on a hoe
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| She like don’t leave me, bitch you better get you a passport
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| Believe me, hoe we carry straps like the task force
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| Its easy practice like you takin' a crash course
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| You down to yo final hour you makin' yo last choice
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| I pull up to the club smokin' on a kush pack
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| I walk off in the front and get the whole line pushed back
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| Give ya boy a chance get yo whole life fucked up
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| Do it with no hands now i’m so fuckin iced up
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| I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup
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| Pull up to the club lift both doors up
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| Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up
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| I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup
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| Pull up to the club lift both doors up
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| Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up
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| (Work In Progress)
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| Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maseratis and 'Vettes
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| big coupes that ain’t came out yet
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| Gucci, Gucci great, Gucci talk Gucci Mane
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| Run down street switchin' lanes
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| In a five star hotel right by Lenox
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| Give 'em 500 dollars for 15 minutes
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| Two iced out chains, in a brand new Range
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| Give the valet a 100 told him 'keep the change'
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| When I walk through the mall, hoes toke my bags
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| Just take it to the counter don’t shake the tag
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| Quarter pound of bubble kush bought it to smoke
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| Mix it with that purple threats call it the
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| Get
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| do it with no hands
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| Suga Suga, Gucci Mane in my drop top 'Vette and I’m drivin' with no hands
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| I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup
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| Pull up to the club lift both doors up
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| Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up
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| I’m a roll me a blunt, Pour me a cup
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| Pull up to the club lift both doors up
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| Suga Suga so iced up, Suga Suga so iced up |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Iced Up , by - Gucci Mane. Song from the album Bird Flu, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп