Bun B feat Lil Wayne -Song Damn I'm Cold Lyrics Music

Bun B feat Lil Wayne -Song Damn I'm Cold Lyrics Music

[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 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

[Outro]
This has been a Chops production

Bun B feat Lil Wayne -Song Damn I'm Cold Lyrics Music

Drake feat. Bun B, Lil Wayne -Song Uptown Lyrics Music

Drake feat. Bun B, Lil Wayne -Song Uptown Lyrics Music

[Lil Wayne - Intro]
Yah...
Uh-huh...

[Drake - Verse 1ne]
Uh... hardly home but always reppin...
You hardly on and always second...
When I'm awake, you always restin...
And when they call you the answer, you are hardly ques-tion
I, I'm doin classic shit in all my sessions
Other niggas' situations, they are all depressin
That's why I never follow y'all suggestions
I just always did my own thang
Now I run the game, you stupid mutha-suckas
I see all these money through my +Ohio State Buckeyes+
Shit been goin good, but good can turn to better
'Cause you the type to lose 'er, and I'm about to get 'er....

[Chorus: Drake]
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
You can run and tell your friends that I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on
Best believe I understand it's okay, it's okay, it's okay
It's okay, it's okay, it's okay
You can run and tell my city I'm on
I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, I'm on, c'mon
You can run and tell my city it's on

[Drake - Verse 2wo]
Yeah... wrong way down a one-way
Women don't get saved 'round me, even on a Sunday
Damn, where I get it from? These niggas always wonder who
Then they meet my pop and tell 'em, "Drake is just a younger you"
And shawty wanna party, so don't let yo' girl up out the house
or there'll be shots on TMZ of me givin her mouth-to-mouth..
Now she's famous and the paparazzi starts to shoot her
I drive two black cars, I named 'em Malcolm X and Martin Luther
I don't ever play, but I'm in the game la-dy
They just lose to +love+, those are tennis games, lady
Have you countin money, goin duffle bag crazy
Sippin on Pink Floyd and puffin Wayne Braaaa-dy
Damn, +Whose Line is it Anyways?+
I'm in the daze, you been amazed
Y'all seem to be stuck on that beginner stage
I'm on fire, yup I've been a blaze
I got dough to blow, but I wanna blow it right, you look nice
and yo' frame, makes me wanna bowl a strike, well alright
Guess I might, know what? Fuck it, yes I will
I am more than what you bargained for and nothin less than real
Put it to ya life

[Chorus]

[Bun B - Verse 3hree]
Bun B, king of the trill, also one of the dop-est
Whether the streets or on the mic, I'm dope and yes I'm foc-used
The gangsta recognize me for my loc-ness, no joke, it's
time to shake these haters off like the skin of a lo-cust
or maybe like a py-thon, that's the type o' shit I'm, on
I wrote this on my i-Phone, so let me drop this i-Bomb
I, palm the game like it's a Spalding ball and take, flight
from the free-throw line and slam it down like I'm the great Mike
Bun n' Wayne n' Drake in here, manye this gon' be a great night
Look at all these posers bite our swagger like a great white
Try to cross me over I just fake left, then I break, right
Stupid animal tricks like David Letterman's Late Night
This that major moment you've been waitin on for too, long
The best that ever did it and doin it on a new, song
UGK and Young, Mone,y too strong
Bound to be in the green like a crou-ton, so what the fuck is YOU, on?

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne - Verse 4our]
Yeeeeeeh...yaaaaehh...
I am the leather jacket, black glasses, All-American bad boy
I own the swagga supermarket and you - you just a bag boy
'cause I got that swag boy, the swag you never have boy
Hate and I will leave ya chest the color of my flag, boy
Su-woo bitch, I do this shit
I'll erase you like I drew you, bitch
And I keep that toasta, you can come and be my strudel, BIIIIIITCH~!
I'm so Uptown!
and mutha-FUCKA if you ain't, don't +GO+ Uptown, yeaaaah-AHH!!
And now I'm on dat rock shit
But why they let me in? I'ma start shootin in a moshpit
Haha! FUCK is you talkin bout?!
weezy in ya mouth now, Weezy whatchu talkin booooooooooouuuuut
Young Mula, bayy-BAAAAAAAAAAAY~!

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne - Outro]
Yah...
Uh-huh...

Drake feat. Bun B, Lil Wayne -Song Uptown Lyrics Music

Bun B feat. Lil Wayne -Song Damn I'm Cold Lyrics Music

Bun B feat. Lil Wayne -Song Damn I'm Cold Lyrics Music

[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 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

[Outro]
This has been a Chops production

Bun B feat. Lil Wayne -Song Damn I'm Cold Lyrics Music