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