Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Damm I'm Cold , by - Bun B. Release date: 04.10.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Damm I'm Cold |
| See when I got Mercedes, I went and got a Mercedes |
| When I got that Bentley, I went and got that Bentley |
| Now if ye ain’t help me make it, don’t tell me how to spend it |
| And yes I know the rules, never marry Robin Givens |
| Mozzarella over bitches til we call them bitches cheeseheads |
| Lambeau leap in that pussy like in Green Bay |
| Lambo' suite look like sugar on the freeway |
| And I’m «Ridin Dirty"cause I’m so U-G-K |
| One two three wait, fo' fo' makes eight |
| Nine times out of 10 it’s eleven or a 12 gauge |
| Friday the 13th, that’s the day that hell raise |
| But y’all boys too weak, like fo’teen days |
| I’m so clean, why wouldn’t I be |
| I be with Ben Frank' so much he’s startin to look like me |
| I’ma smoke my weed and I don’t wanna smoke yours |
| And I pour four, every time I pour |
| Like, is you sayin somethin bitch |
| If ye ain’t talkin 'bout us, we ain’t talkin 'bout shit |
| I woke up this mornin, eyes half closed |
| I looked into the mirror and said damn I’m cold |
| Damn I’m cold, and my hoes |
| Pimp shit nigga keep payin my hoes |
| Damn I’m cold, man I’m throwed |
| I said damn I’m cold, hot damn I’m cold |
| See when I got that slab money I put the Rivvy on blades |
| When I got that 'llac money I candied the Escalade |
| Got that Screw in my deck, a house or two on my neck |
| A couple cars on my wrist, and bitch I’m ready to wreck |
| We 'bout to do this for Pimp C, so pass me a bottle |
| I’m 'bout to pop the top on it like a slab or a model |
| Turn it upside down then po' it out for my lil' bro |
| Then pass me another one so I can po' out a lil' mo' |
| Fresher than ozium, cleaner than wax floors |
| I’m, slick as linoleum, swingin them 'llac do’s |
| Them, Franklins you foldin yeah we tryin to stack those |
| So fo' you play the role you need to learn how to act, HOE |
| Swangaz who' crank fo’s and tip nin trunks who bang |
| Haters get back and hoes’ll flip with nuts who hang |
| It ain’t a thang, make #1's and ever will |
| I put that on my life, Bun Beeda fo’ever trill, f’real |
| Yeah, fuckin right alright |
| Goin at your neck like a barkin dog bites |
| I woke up this mornin, eyes half closed |
| Looked into the mirror and said damn I’m cold |
| Damn I’m cold, and my hoes |
| Pimp shit nigga keep payin my hoes |
| Damn I’m cold, man I’m throwed |
| I said damn I’m cold, hot damn I’m cold |
| Is it the ice in the piece or the ice in the chains? |
| Is it the ice in the watch or the ice in the Range? |
| Or the bracelet, face it, you feel the chill in yo' veins |
| Could it be from Bun Beda or that boy Lil Wayne? |
| Or could it be the two-seater, on them thangs |
| Got on a couple gold chains, so dang-a-dang |
| I swang and bang, from lane to lane |
| Yeah, it’s gettin hot and you starting to feel the flame |
| Bun |
| It’s gettin brick and you starting to feel the breeze |
| And the temperature’s going down, best to get you some sleeves |
| And you best to get you some G’s, 'fore you lose your control |
| And we turn your whole neighborhood into the North Pale |
| Like brrrrrrrrr, machine gun brrrrrrrrrr |
| I am a beast grrrrrrr, money machine brrrrr |
| I say I know when they say freeze — yeaahhhhh! |
| Okay, you already knew |
| No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry show |
| And I woke up this mornin, eyes half closed |
| Looked into the mirror like damn I’m cold |
| Oh damn I’m cold, and my hoes |
| Damn I’m cold, man I’m throwed |
| I said damn I’m cold, hot damn I’m cold |
| This has been a Chops production |