I'm ghetto. I mean I been sellin drugz fo years to afford these phones, the jewlery and the bling. Niga I'm thug life, tru to the street!
I live a nice way, I store my jewels in an ice-tray How you want it, the man or the mice way? Talk 2 of these karats, call me in tha mornin' have an ice-day I stay in more leather than Andrew Diceclay You might say I'm arrogant, just because I ain't sharin' it If the check ain't seven digits, I'm tearin' it If the 'Tics can't fit in my whip, then I ain't steerin' it Bomb that rifle cuz, now a nigga wearin' it Catch me on my set wit' my iced-out chain An iced-out rapper wit' my iced-out name A cold hand shake because of my pinky rang Iced-out Cordeara's with an iced-out frame Catch me in an iced-out Range wit' icey dames Puffin', bling-bling, while she do tha damn thang I'm spendin' half my changes on clockin' thangs And I got a icey game like hockey man
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