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    "Cot Damn" Lyrics

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

    (Verse 1 - Malice)
    They juss can't understand or fathom 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 nuttin' come between us
    You mistook me for a rapper, huh?
    Well that makes me an actor, cause I would rather clap a gun
    And buck on them niggas who 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 rattle ya shit
    And I leave it to y'all, to freestyle and battle and shit
    That's not me, I'm more at home wit the chrome
    Or at 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 PAN 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'M THE TORCH 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 homie

    (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 that money, I gets dealt
    Three guns is fortune, and I don't mind sharing wealth
    Dog, I know about 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 Curt Mayfield's music
    (I'm yo' pusha), 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'll be damned if I die from starvation, things is fucked up as is
    So I bang for my cab-bage
    You wanna know the most effective way of gettin' money?
    Pull yo gun, ra-pid-ly
    And watch you see the situation be corrected
    Lord Heavens, why must I live so devilish?
    They say what'cha 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 lifelines
    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 fake witness
    Natural spitters from the human gat, filled to the limit
    Head to diminish, loud niggas talking gibberish
    Rhymes beef, I deliver it, complimentary service for certain
    Live in the living room, searchin' or hurtin' ya

    (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)
    This song was last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Rennard East, Chad Hugo, Amir Porter, Terrence Thornton, Gene Thornton Jr, Pharrell Williams.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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