Trap-A-Holics & Lil' Meta - So Icey Grinch 2008 - 2 So Icey Grinch | Текст песни

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[Intro]
[Santa Claus] Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas!
[Kids] Santa! Santa!
[Santa Claus] Oh, kids!
[Kids] Santa Claus! Look! Look!
[So Icey Grinch] Give me the fucking bag, Santa!
[Santa Claus] What are you doing?! What are you doing, kid?!

[Hook]
I’m the So Icey Grinch, I’m the So Icey Grinch
I’ma rob Santa’s ass for the shit that’s on my list
I’m the So Icey Grinch, I’m the So Icey Grinch
I’ma rob Santa’s ass for the shit that’s on my list
Get your ass out the sled, Santa, let go of that bag
If I tell your ass again, you’ll be in a body bag
(Little man, why you bad? Didn’t your parents raise you right?)
Hell nah, Santa Claus, I’m the Grinch of So Icey
[Verse 1]
Name’s Lil Meta, I’m the So Icey Grinch
I’ma steal from the rich and bring it back to Zone 6
Got my hitman with me, Dirty J Nix
Breaking Gucci out of jail to get them all white bricks
Them all white bricks, getting all types of licks
‘Cause you know I got a list, Santa, I am on my shit
Making hit after hit after hit after hit
When I see Santa, he gon’ get his ass pistol-whipped
Crack him across the forehead, make his whole banana split
Every time around Christmas, you know how it get
Lot of people on they dick, so they turn into the Grinch
Lot of people on they dick, so they turn into the Grinch
Like me

[Hook]
I’m the So Icey Grinch, I’m the So Icey Grinch
I’ma rob Santa’s ass for the shit’s that’s on my list
I’m the So Icey Grinch, I’m the So Icey Grinch
I’ma rob Santa’s ass for the shit’s that’s on my list
Get your ass out the sled, Santa, let go of that bag
If I tell your ass again, you’ll be in a body bag
(Little man, why you bad? Didn’t your parents raise you right?)
Hell nah, Santa Claus, I’m the Grinch of So Icey

[Verse 2]
Green diamonds, the same color as my skin
I’m the So Icey Grinch, Meta gets it in
Chopper on deck, I’m just looking for a Santa
Got his elves tied up in East Atlanta
If they don’t start talking, they gon’ get handled
As I started talking, I seen Santa
With his sled, coming down Candler
Somebody must’ve snitched, dog, Meta needs a answer
Before I know it, he was right there on his sled
Pistol-whipped him out the shit, then took his bread
Laying in the snow, pool of blood, half dead
Put him in the back, Gucci gon’ grab his legs

[Hook]
I’m the So Icey Grinch, I’m the So Icey Grinch
I’ma rob Santa’s ass for the shit’s that’s on my list
I’m the So Icey Grinch, I’m the So Icey Grinch
I’ma rob Santa’s ass for the shit’s that’s on my list
Get your ass out the sled, Santa, let go of that bag
If I tell your ass again, you’ll be in a body bag
(Little man, why you bad? Didn’t your parents raise you right?)
Hell nah, Santa Claus, I’m the Grinch of So Icey

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