Gucci Mane - So Icey Pt. 2 lyrics

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Gucci Mane - So Icey Pt. 2 lyrics

Many screw up in this b**h dropping cash on it, cash on it Watch so sick, my chain so sick that all my ' I fall soon in a big zippy day that all my cuffs got scratches on 'em Who's your b**h? She's super retched, keep that getting lock, waiting to break it Hood n***a, I'm super cla**y, she can't pa** no beauty pageant But she got stupid a** and my gas against the package Head it to that package stole, I had to drop off that extra baggage 45 oh, look at them racks, oh yeah my pa** got ' Grew up in this b**h, pull a do-up in this b**h And I'm bringing track round back in hip hop in this b**h As I pushed up with my walling stuff I had to go get some blunt squeeze Call me Gucci Mane, Gucci two times But I only can f** you once, b**h All my n***as got money on 'em Couple these n***as got warrants on 'em sponsored links All these n***as got pistols on 'em Your hoe got her eyes on 'em All these n***as got pending charges All these n***as got suspended licenses All my n***as got stupid goons And all my n***as be super icy Super, super duper icy Walking, wanna change air like lightning Yo, slip on looking at them Caught you emotional, looking frightened I just bought you 100 pounds I'mma need me some Philly tigers I think I should cop it right 'Cause half of these n***as out here be biting Gucci Mane cool and the boy go fool But I swear to God, man, I don't like it When I see the lid I'mma shoot 'em all Better bring your gun and leave your knife Take my advice out n***a, make my day, don't see your night n***a, pray every day before you leave your house Get k**ed in your boots 'cause you like that light Gucci Mane love them dirty n***a All my n***as talk dirty pistols, in your chair in 30 minutes Seeing them smoke 200 swishers Get to the club like beating n***as, pushing against 200 pistols Life full of product, got a pocket full of money And that goddamn b**h gonna yank it quicker Grew up in this b**h, pull a do-up in this b**h And I'm bringing track round back in hip hop in this b**h As I pushed up with my walling stuff I had to go get some blunt squeeze Call me Gucci Mane, Gucci two times But I only can f** you once, b**h All my n***as got money on 'em Couple these n***as got warrants on 'em All these n***as got pistols on 'em Your hoe got her eyes on 'em All these n***as got pending charges All these n***as got suspended licenses All my n***as got stupid goons And all my n***as be super icy Call me Gucci Mane, Gucci two times But I only can f** you once, b**h