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"Cot Damn Lyrics"

O Pencil Sharp Lyrics
O' pencil sharp, pencil dull, pencil drag, pencil pull, gonna pencil poke ya' to the floor, gonna pencil fuck, gonna pencil whore, o' pencil vuture, pencil dove, pencil kisses, pencil cove, pencil drop, down from above spittin' pencil bullets pencil slugs... yeah... o' pencil now, pencil then, long before ya had a pen, gonna stab and stick man, gonna pencil gore, o' pencil get the response, the one he looking for, to erase is of no avail, pointy pencil will prevail, slippery


(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, mo
Head Lyrics
You go to my head till I'm losing my mind Your beautiful words stretch me out on a blanket of sky I don't want to come down No I don't want to come down Just want to stay lost in your eyes You go to my head, I dream I am loved You're flowing through me like a river of poetry I don't want to come down No I don't want to come down Just want to stay lost in your eyes So keep feeding the fire, I can't get any higher Till the night burns with the fir
ving 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 -
Step Aside Lyrics
Angry words were spoken and I left my baby in a cloud of gloom. Got into my car and drove around until I spotted this saloon. Came inside and bought a drink, then I saw you and felt the burnin' glow. Got the urge to hold you tight, but if I try, refuse me, tell me no. Step aside if I try to get near you. Lock your heart if I start makin' time. Walk away if I say that I need you. Step aside if I step out of line. Bitter is my feelin's for my baby and the th
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 eff
Recovery Lyrics
Planet maimed Damage done Nothing gain Nothing won Externally Earth is impaired Looks as if Nobody cared I find in my discovery The earth is in a state of recovery As we live on we make it worse The wounds we cause may not disperse Can earth ever be repaired Or are we left without a prayer What we've done we can't erase Now our world is left defaced
ective 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)


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