*featuring Young Jeezy, Boo
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I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy, I'm icy
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[Chorus:]
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All these girls excited
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Oooo ya know they like it
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I'm so icy, so icy
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Girl don't try to fight it
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All yo friends invited
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I'm so icy, so icy
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[1st Verse: Young Jeezy]
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Got a house around my neck, and my wrist on chill
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Any given time, 250 in ya grill (a quarter million?)
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All I do is talk shit, u can even add a couple grand for my outfit
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U betta act like ya know man, in my hood they call me Jeezy da Snowman
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Ya get it? Get it? Jeezy da Snowman
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I'm iced out, plus I got snow, man
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Let it marinate, y'all niggaz is slow man (slow man)
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(Man what the fuck y'all...yo dumb ass)
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I used to get nineteen for a beat
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Call me Ginuwine, the same 'ol G ('ol G)
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I'm da shit biiiaaattch, I need toilet paper (daaaaaayyuum!)
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And some air freshener nigga, fuck a hata
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These niggaz don't like me
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I'm wit da Gucci Mane and I'm so icy
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[Chorus]
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[2nd Verse: Gucci Mane]
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She diggin my fit, she think I'm da shit
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Is this a chain on my neck, or the watch in my wrist
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Maybe the ice in my ear, or my bracelet
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But she look like the type that could take a dick
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Young Gucci Mane, don't kiss me baby u can kiss my chain
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Ya gotta be a dime piece,
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just to look at the rocks in my time piece
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I come through in a drop top Jag, or Old-School Chevy
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wit da antique tags
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My pockets so heavy that I can't walk steady
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Niggaz coppin ice we done done it already
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Got a gold grill but it's not from Eddie
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I ride big Chevys cuza nigga ain't petty
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I'm icy, so muthafuckin snowed up, lil kids wanna
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be like Gucci when they grow up
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Me, jeezy and Boo
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We ain't hatin pussy nigga 'gon and do what u do
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Cuz we icy, so icy, we icy, so icy
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[Chorus]
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[3rd Verse: Boo]
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I'm hoppin out the range wit da seats piped out
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You can still see my chain even when da lights out
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Cuz dat's how monsters do it
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Spit a lil game give 'em that flosser music
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I'm da man from da C.H.I.
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These lames runnin 'round thinkin they so fly
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Got a lil buzz but Boo been too high
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I'm pullin hoes in da club and I don't even try
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I guess when she glance at my wrist, she wanna get my dick
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I tell her holla at Jeezy if ya wanna pop Cris
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Get at Gucci Mane cuz he on some lil shit
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And you know I'm in da cut, grippin my 4/5
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Like let a nigga trip, naw we ain't runnin
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We just takin all ya chicks, buyin drinks gettin blunted
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Groupies, show you how to do this son
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We throwin out hundreds while you savin them ones
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[Hook:]
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I got so many rocks, on my chain and watch
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I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick
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I know I'm da bomb, just look at my charms
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I know I'm da shit, my chain hang down to my dick
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[Chorus]
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I'm so icy
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Look at my charms
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My...chain...hang...down...to my dick
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Icy
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| Gucci Mane |
