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Ice And The Iced

wrestling star they know I, don't play and I gotta get paid Everything I wear baby's tailor made I come into your town and go off like a grenade And

. This is for the early birds and the late bloomers. My fitted ****** and so is the boomer. My money aina??t funny, but they got a since of humor. And

and cop the source They don't know about the blocks I'm on And everybody wanna know where the kid go Where he rest at? Where he shop at and dress at?

me stuck I'm fly no matter what iced-up and all the hoes wanna fuck Not to mention that a nigga got KT stacked-up, packed up Everything I touch gold and

them niggas that'll die with ya Headed OT? Then bring some pies with ya Buy your man a lambo and tell him to fly with ya Or throw the nigga jewels and

to the eighth 2011, bugatti without no brakes yeah And I came in hard 4 ice chains in that clean white car Young Soulja Boy, I done swag so clean 8 ice

on the outside (Hey!) Cream on the inside, clean on the outside Ice, ice cream, ice cream, ice cream paint job Whoo! Clean on the outside, cream on the inside Ice

, '09 trapper Young Juice he the shiiit, Put me in the hood and I can still work a brick, Put me in the club and I can still work a bitch, From ----------------------------------------- Iced

Bunny This year forget the socks And the Christmas tree I got a Benz 1200 Ain't even hit the streets I got a 3-way pager and a matching set Got an iced