Cot Damn Lyric Clipse LORD WILLIN

[Chorus - Pharrell]
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the
nigga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot' damn

[Verse 1 -
Malice]
Uh, they just can't understand or phathom my
demeanor
Unapproachable appearance to how I pack the ninas
Out of two,
Clipse they say Malice the meanest
Got love for guns and caine, let nothin'
come between us
You miss took me for a rapper huh
Well that makes me an
actor, cause I would rather clap a gun
And buck on them niggas that
hate
Who wanna be in my shoes, live my life, but can't carry my weight
I
understand that the envy is part of the game
But make no mistake, you and I,
we are not the same
Naw bitch I'm liable to splatter ya shit
Light up ya
world, 'til you start to stagger and shit
Watch how them hollows straight,
ravel ya shit
And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and
shit
That's not me, I'm all at home wit the chrome
Or that play wit the
yay, moving 12 for a zone, I'm gone

[Chorus - Pharrell]
Cot'
damn, it's a new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money

[Verse 2
- Ab-Liva]
God damn, when that white hits the pen and
Comes back hard,
I can account for every gram and
The streets molded the man I am
The pimp,
the hustler, the crook, the killer, go-rilla
Traits of a blow dealer, cost my
fame
I hustle, I'm rich, blow scrilla, I'ma toss that, carry the game
The
flame I throw, crack change came from blow, push the O's
Six lay close, hug
the streets, I hug the beat, change flows
Thug the streets, my love is deep,
my pain shows
My hearts on a sleeve-a
Nigga that they gave they soul and
hearts to mistreat you
Nigga told, they breaking my heart on the streets
so
Watch the phonies, watch ya homies
We pop, pop, drop you
homey

[Chorus - Pharrell]
Cot' damn, it's a new day
Cot'
damn, but the nigga wanted money

[Verse 3 - Pusha T and
(Pharrell)]
They call me Pusha for one reason
Cause I keep that sniff
all seasons
Whether the price is up or down
I keep a mound to pitch from,
you don't have to shop around
When it come to the money, I get
stealth
Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth
Dog, I know
about my life, I been around the world thrice times
I mean what I say, from
that Panama sun, the French chanzalize
Grind so deep-rooted, I can't turn
away
The sell base is now, somewhat therapeutic
Hear what I say, please
don't confuse it
My verses heal, like Curtis Mayfield's music
(Are you a
pusher), damn right, I treat ya nose to hook ya
And only pull back to cook
ya, partner

[Chorus - Pharrell]
Cot' damn, it's a new
day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money

[Verse 4 - Roscoe P.
Coldchain]
I been if I die of starvation, things is fucked up as is
So
I bangs my cab-bage
Do you not know the most affective way of gettin'
money
Pull yo gun, ra-pid
Lee watch you see the situation be
corrected
You know happens, why must I be so devilish
They say whatcha do
comes back on you two times
I shoulda been died, but I'm still walking around
wit two nines
Who wants to be a millionaire, me, and you ain't got no more
life lines
You a snitch nigga fighting crime, go ahead and tell the
police
Cause every move you make
I'ma throw a slug, and hope you choke
blood
Nigga on every breath you take
Not to be broke, cause Coldchain fate
witness
Naturally spitting from me, hearing the gat, field to the
limit
Head to the menace, loud niggas talking gibberish
Ground beef, I
deliver it, you cock the mineral shirt, for certain
Live in the living room,
searching to hurting you

[Chorus - Pharrell]
Cot' damn, it's a
new day
Cot' damn, but the nigga wanted money
Hoooo, hoooo, hoooo
Cot'
damn

[Skit at end of the track begins]


 

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