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Iced Up Ft. Suga Suga
Gucci Mane
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Burn one, burn one
I pull up to the club, valet park my coupe
I'm lookin' on the ground 'cause I lost my damn roof
I can sit real high but I'm squatin' real low (Whoa)
In a '07 Lambo, same color smoke (Whoa)
Yo girl in my ride, can ya drive a stick? (Yeah)
10 grand in my pocket like I sold a half a brick
Red monkeys on my ass, Gucci's on my face
Prada's on my feet, on my wrist I got that Jac
Don't ya like my chain? Don't ya like my grill?
Ain't I fresh? Ain't I fly? Baby girl, just keep it real
Wit' my paint like snot wit' the green booger guts
I blow my nose wit' hunneds; I don't give a flyin' fuck
Walked through the club, showed love to the DJ
Left, went home, and made it rain on the freeway (Dayum!)
Gucci Mane Laflare AKA Zone 6 Shawty
Hunned pack of pills turned the club into a block party
I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup
Pull up to the club lift both doors up
Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up
I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup
Pull up to the club lift both doors up
Suga Suga, so iced up. Suga Suga, so iced up
Everything's new, fresh out of the wrapper
Pull fresh out off of the lot wit' them thangs in a wrapper
Hold on, push button doors go up at the same time
Kush burnin', now I'm flushin' know its game time
I'm ridin' down Campbellton wit' both doors up
Persae in the changer wit' the dro rolled up
Spent 10 thousand in a day that's off a blunt in a row
200 thousand in a safe I'm 'bout to stunt on a hoe
She like, "Don't leave me!" bitch, you better get you a passport
Believe me, hoe we carry straps like the task force
It's easy, practice like you takin' a crash course
You down to your final hour you're makin' your last choice
I pull up at the club smokin' on a kush pack
I walk off in the front and get the whole line pushed back
Give ya boy a chance get your whole life fucked up
Do it with no hands now I'm so fuckin' iced up
I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup
Pull up to the club lift both doors up
Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up
I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup
Pull up to the club lift both doors up
Suga Suga, so iced up. Suga Suga, so iced up
Lamborghinis, Ferraris, Maserati's and 'Vettes
On eight big coupes that ain't came out yet
Gucci catch, Gucci pay, Gucci talk, Gucci Mane
Run down P street, pistol draw, switchin' lanes
In a five-star hotel right by Lenox
Give 'em 500 dollars for 15 minutes
Two iced out chains, in a brand-new Range
Gave the valet a hunned, told him, "Keep the change"
When I walk through the mall, hoes tote my bags
Just take it to the counter, don't shake the tag (Dayum!)
Quarter pound of bubble kush bought it to smoke
Mix it with that purple threats call it the blurp
Get head, sippin' Cris', rollin' blunts, understand
Rub her down it's to embrace, do it with no hands
Suga Suga, Gucci Mane in my drop top 'Vette
And I'm drivin' with no hands
I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup
Pull up to the club lift both doors up
Gucci so iced up, Gucci so iced up
I'ma roll me a blunt, pour me a cup
Pull up to the club lift both doors up
Suga Suga, so iced up. Suga Suga, so iced up
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