Hot Damn Cot Damn Remix lyrics

(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

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(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

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(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

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(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

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