Damn I'm Cold lyrics

(feat. Lil Wayne)
[Intro]
Chops on the track
(Damn I'm cold, damn I'm cold)
(Damn I'm cold, damn I'm cold)

[Lil Wayne]
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
Mice'll run all over bitches, so we call them bitches cheeseheads
Lambeau leap in that pussy like in Green Bay
Lambo' suite look like sugar on the freeawy
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, everytime I pour

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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

[Bun B]
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

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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

[Bun B]
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?

[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

[Bun B]
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

[Lil Wayne]
Like brrrrrrrrr, machine gun brrrrrrrrrr
I am a beast grrrrrrr, money machine brrrrr
F-U-C-K, C-O-P's
I say I know when they say freeze - yeaahhhhh!

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
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

[Outro]
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