letra de ice on me - gucci mane
[verse 1: gucci]
4:30 in the mornin’ shawty man i’m high as h-ll
a lot of coke to cook, i got alotta dope to sell
you can tell i’m a dope dealer by my dress code
you know that i’m a trap n—- from my grill, hoe
every b-tch want a hot boy, 18-5 a pop
ain’t no law in america gon’ make the traffic stop
for i give that trick a penny i’mma put it in the pot
he can’t even bring it to me ‘less he bring it in a block
zip lock bag, scale, weed, pound of syrup, too
got an old school and a european [?] coupe
i keep f-ckin’ for hours on e like i’m f-ckin-her-ile dundee
got brazilian, chameleon, [?] on my feet
[chorus: gucci mane]
ooo gualla, gualla, gualla, man i always keep the gualla
gotta whole lotta bands on me
shawty can’t keep her eyes off me
cause theres a whole lotta ice on me (trapaholics, b-tch)
ooo gualla, gualla, gualla, man i always keep the gualla
gotta whole lotta bands on me
shawty can’t keep her eyes off me
cause theres a whole lotta ice on me
[verse 2: gucci mane]
flyin’ in a bon bon orange-red mclaren
the crayola colored carats got your cutie starin’
hundred [?], but everything ralph lauren
thousand dollar ounce same price as my insurance
i’m a w-lly man, silly man, wit you what’s the deally?
a little bird told me that you bout to take the city
gucci knapsack is filled with nothin’ but hundreds, dawg
thats the way i gotta ball, my closet like a shoppin’ mall
fifty pre rolled purple blunts cause i got bread
she tried to pass it back, so i told her go ‘head
hollyhood n—- f-ckin’ hollywood hoes
hollywood dro on hollywood road
i smoked so much purple wit her that the b-tch to sleep
woke up in the mornin’ in my presidential suite
she remind me of a very, very expensive bag of weed
maybe she could turn me on to some f-ckin’ fiends
(d-mn son, where’d you find this?)
[chorus: gucci mane]
ooo gualla, gualla, gualla, man i always keep the gualla
gotta whole lotta bands on me
shawty can’t keep her eyes off me
cause theres a whole lotta ice on me (trapaholics, b-tch)
ooo gualla, gualla, gualla, man i always keep the gualla
gotta whole lotta bands on me
shawty can’t keep her eyes off me
cause theres a whole lotta ice on me
[verse 2: gucci]
two fifties make a hundred, dawg, thats a d-mn double
gucci out there countin’ round game i’m in trouble
i’m stacked like my granddaddy, sl!cker than my pappy
i just feel like my mammy, big bucks no whammy
source awards comin’ triple six got the grammy
they was at the vibe awards i was in miami
i be m-i-a gone dawg, packin’ no clothes
on the road on a no doze wit some elb9ws
policeman got my description, street n—- the definition
never went to college but i still pay my b-tch tuition
in the kitchen water whippin’ egg beater i see dead people
lotta bills and lotta reefer, shop wit me its plenty cheaper
i put it in the pot and i spin that sh-t around
used the flame to heat it up, use the water to cool it down
patek on imma float i ain’t got no d-mn choice
trap b-tches p-ssy moist when they hear my d-mn voice
[chorus: gucci mane]
ooo gualla, gualla, gualla, man i always keep the gualla
gotta whole lotta bands on me
shawty can’t keep her eyes off me
cause theres a whole lotta ice on me (trapaholics, b-tch)
ooo gualla, gualla, gualla, man i always keep the gualla
gotta whole lotta bands on me
shawty can’t keep her eyes off me
cause theres a whole lotta ice on me
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