Damn I'm Cold Lyrics - Ii Trill (2 Trill) - Bun B

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(Damn I'm cold, damn I'm cold) 

(Damn I'm cold, damn 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 

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 

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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 

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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 

F-U-C-K, C-O-P's 

I say I know when they say freeze - yeaahhhhh! 

Okay, you already knew 

No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Kerry 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 

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