ฟังเพลงCot Damn (Explicit)

Cot d**n

It's a new day

Cot d**n

But the n***a wanted money

Hoooo

Hoooo

Hoooo

Hot d**n

Verse 1 Malice

They juss 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 nuttin 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 n***as 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 b***h I'm liable to splatter ya s**t

Light up ya world

'Til you start to stagger and s**t

Watch how them hollows straight

Rattle ya s**t

And I leave it to y'all

To freestyle and battle and s**t

That's not me

I'm more at home wit the chrome

Or that play wit the yay

Moving 12 for a zone

I'm gone

Chorus Pharrell

Cot d**n

It's a new day

Cot d**n

But the n***a wanted money

Verse 2 Ab Liva

God d**n

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

N***a that they gave they soul and hearts to mistreat you

N***a told

They breaking my heart on the streets so

Watch the phonies

Watch ya homies

We pop

Pop

DROP you homie

Chorus Pharrell

Cot d**n

It's a new day

Cot d**n

But the n***a 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 Curt Mayfield's music

Are you pusha

D**n right

I treat ya nose to hook ya

And only pull back to cook ya

Partner

Chorus Pharrell

Cot d**n

It's a new day

Cot d**n

But the n***a wanted money

Verse 4 Roscoe P

Coldchain

I been if I die of starvation

Things is f**ked 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

LEAVE and watch you see the situation be corrected

Lord Heavens

Why must I live 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 n***a fighting crime

Go ahead and tell the police

Cause every move you make

I'ma throw a slug

And hope you choke blood

N***a 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 n***as 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 d**n

It's a new day

Cot d**n

But the n***a wanted money

Hoooo

Hoooo

Hoooo

Cot d**n

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