Bun B, Lil Wayne - Damn I’m Cold lyrics

Chops on the track! Ooh, yeah
Damn, I'm cold, damn, I'm cold ooh, yeah
Damn, I'm cold, damn, I'm cold

See, when I got Mercedes money
I went and got a Mercedes
When I got that Bentley money
I went and got that Bentley
Now, if you 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
So we call them bitches cheeseheads
Lambeau Leap in that pussy like in Green Bay
Lambo' sweet, look like sugar on the freeway
And I'm riding dirty, 'cause I'm so UGK
One, two, three, wait four-four makes eight
Nine times out of ten, it's 11 or a 12-gauge
Friday the 13th: that's the
Day that hell raise
But y'all boys too weak, like fourteen days
I'm so clean why wouldn't I be?
I be with Ben Frank so much
He starting to look like me
I'ma smoke my weed
'cause I don't want to smoke yours
And I pour four every time I pour

Like, was you saying something bitch?
You ain't talking 'bout us
You ain't talking 'bout shit
I woke up this morning, eyes half-closed
I looked into the mirror and say, "Damn
I'm cold"
Damn, I'm cold, and my ho (Ooh, yeah)
Pimp shit, nigga, keep paying my hoes
(Damn, I'm cold)
Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed
I say damn, I'm cold, hot damn, I'm cold

See, when I got that slab money
I put the Rivy on blades (Blades)
When I got that 'Lac money
I candied the Escalade ('Lade)
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
(yeah) , so pass me a bottle
I'm 'bout to pop the top on it
Like a slab or a model (Man)
Turn it upside down
And pour it out for my lil' bro (Huh)
And pass me another one so I
Can pour out a lil' more (Fa' sho')
Fresher than Ozium, cleaner than wax floors
I'm (What?) Slick as linoleum, swinging
My 'Lac doors, them
(What?) Franklins, you folding them
We trying to stack those
So 'fore you play the role, you
Need to learn how to act, hoes
(Hoes) swingers'll clang fours and
Tipping trunks'll bang (Bang)
Haters get back, and hoes'll flip
And nuts'll hang (Hang)
It ain't a thang, ain't never was
And never will i put that on my life
Bun Beeda forever trill (For real)

Yeah, fucking right, alright
Going at your neck like a fucking dog bites
I woke up this morning, eyes half-closed
I looked into the mirror and say, "Damn
I'm cold"
Damn, I'm cold, and my ho (Ooh, yeah)
Pimp shit, nigga, keep paying my hoes
(Damn, I'm cold)
Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed
I say damn, I'm cold, hot damn, I'm cold

Is it the ice in the piece
Or the ice in the chain? (Chain)
Is it the ice in the watch
Or the ice in the rings? (Rings)
Or the bracelet? Face it: you feel
A chill in your veins (Veins)
Could it be from Bun Beeda
Or that boy Lil Wayne? (Wayne)
Could it be the two-seater on them thangs?
Got on a couple gold chains, so Dana Dane
I swang and bang from lane to lane
Yeah, it's getting hot
And you starting to feel the flame
Bun! It's getting brick
And you starting to feel a breeze
And the temperature's going down (Down)
Best to get you some sleeves
And you best to get you some Gs (Gs)
'Fore you lose your control ('Trol)
And we turn your whole neighborhood
Into the North Pole
Like, brr, machine gun, brrrr-rrrr-rrrr
I am a beast, grrrr, money machine
Brrrr-rrrr-rrrr f-U-C-K C-O-Ps
I say, "I know, " when they say, "Freeze!"

Ha, yeah! Okay, you already know
No pussies, no rats, no Tom and Jerry show
I woke up this morning, eyes half-closed
I looked into the mirror and say, "Damn
I'm cold"
Damn, I'm cold, and my ho (Ooh, yeah)
Pimp shit, nigga, keep paying my hoes
(Damn, I'm cold)
Damn, I'm cold, man, I'm throwed
I say damn, I'm cold, hot damn, I'm cold

World champion
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