Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix lyrics

Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix lyrics

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Send "Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix" Ringtone to your Cell (Chorus): Hot damn...it`s a new day Hot damn...but the boys wanted money mang Hooo....hooo....hooo....hot damn (Malice): My, how the boy`s grown From roamin` ? homes to homes of his own There`s no catchin` up, he`s in a whole `nother zone Still true to his roots, stay close to the chrome Haters stay clear of him, y`all stand, cheer for him Got up out the game and overcame, let`s hear it for him Keep a new toy, so I wonder how good I`m not enjoying life, I`m reliving my childhood Big chain monster, whip game bonkers Monster truck remind him of Tonka Diamond F-color plus gold, still gut her The ill is in the mills motherfucker, I ain`t studder Bittersweet, my life`s a musical From holding O`s, to rolls gold, the Lord`s beautiful Before him, I`m too ashamed to show my face But she`s so mean, can`t help but to fall from grace Motherfucker (Chorus) (Ab-Liva): Hot damn, when that white hit the pan, it Twists and it tumbles, it Flips and it fumbles, I Mix it like gumbo, I Pitch it so subtle, I Keep hustle ?, I got `em wonderin` What happened to that boy? Six manuever, how to slip into that toy Enter the pimp, the crook, the hustler thing The man, the music, the making the king I`m simply building my mink Many men marchin` like ? King Kong, the verse makin` the world sing ? just like mine Peekin` through bars, hopin` the sun shines on him But you still got to watch the phonies Watch your homies, we pop pop, got you homie (Chorus) (Pusha T): Ugh...handled the rock like none other Wrist over the stove, head under the cupboard In the kitchen `til the fumes make him feel smothered The way it melt, fiends can`t believe it`s not butter The way it melt, he won`t cop from none other Than he who holds O`s like Krispy Kreme`s oven Or easy bake, pink ? make The presidential look like strawberry shortcake (Pharrel): Imagine that Rolls Royce crashed and Me unscratched and billionaire boys for fashion Ugh...you niggas is clones I hand out styles like ice cream cones, man fuck outta here (Pusha T): That`s for real, my gats is real The SL5 is lookin` like the Batmobile Chrome lips with the matchin` wheels Both chains probably match your deal Y`all dudes is a act for real Pusha (Chorus) (Roscoe P. Goldchain): Either the sun or death can be looked at That`s what an old G told me That was the exact moment I decided to take a path And if you owed me, and if I decided to take it back I would nicely expect Roscoe to put you back in place I don`t know what you call a destructive warpath It`ll be shell showers in today`s forcast You a gangsta? I can`t tell Your diamond don`t glimmer when the light it it Those jewels are genuine, because if they was, I`m nice with it I would have been took that That skinny stack in your pocket, I would have been shook that In this world you gotta watch it, I`m here to warn ya Cats turnin` former, over ? wrapped in wax My son`s home cryin`, don`t give me no slack Just put your motherfuckin` money in the bag These words are being said as I hide behind glove and mask Goldchain`s not your typical crook I`m being watched, look at the camera ladies and push (Chorus) Send " Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix" Ringtone to your Cell Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix lyrics @ ELyrics | Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix lyrics @ Songlyrics | Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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