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Tyla Yaweh

So Cold

 

So Cold


Riding in the Benz so cold
Platinum on my wrist just froze
Sliding through the breeze I'm gone
Sliding through the wind I'm gone
Pop a perc I'm rolling
Then I got me some doda
White girl; got that yoda
Then I got me some dough
Riding in the Benz so cold
Platinum on my wrist just froze
Sliding through the breeze I'm gone
Sliding through the wind I'm gone
Pop a perc I'm rolling
Then I got me some doda
White girl; got that yoda
Then I got me some dough

I'm a cast away
Rolling up these spirits
I'm chilling with my youngins
They all toting lamas
And they flip that purple haze
I feed them with these commas
And give it to yo momma'
Then fuck yo baby momma'
And I can't compromise
Oh I love you haters
And I can't lose my time
Fuck all of you haters
We eating at this table
Cause we some money makers
We be getting money
Cause we some money makers
I roll
I'm gone
I pop a perc you know a nigga roll
I roll
I'm gone
If you 'bout getting money
I put on, I put on

Riding in the Benz so cold
Platinum on my wrist just froze
Sliding through the breeze I'm gone
Sliding through the wind I'm gone
Pop a perc I'm rolling
Then I got me some doda
White girl; got that yoda
Then I got me some dough
Riding in the Benz so cold
Platinum on my wrist just froze
Sliding through the breeze I'm gone
Sliding through the wind I'm gone
Pop a perc I'm rolling
Then I got me some doda
White girl; got that yoda
Then I got me some dough

This the O
Know that this Marco
You already know
Got my drink
I'ma make a toast
This one for my bros
This for piff
All my nigga wanted was designer clothes
And some hoes
We might pull up on 'em
Hop out of the ghost
I don't fuck witchu
Party with my people
She calling on my phone
Text me like "I need you"
I'm like "what you wearin'?"
She like "that shit see-through"
Just don't make me pull up girl if I don't really need to
I know
All this money ain't no price on it
She with me
So you know she made the right decision
To be honest I don't trust these bitches
'Cause they gon' go around and tell these other bitches

Riding in the Benz so cold
Platinum on my wrist just froze
Sliding through the breeze I'm gone
Sliding through the wind I'm gone
Pop a perc I'm rolling
Then I got me some doda
White girl; got that yoda
Then I got me some dough
Riding in the Benz so cold
Platinum on my wrist just froze
Sliding through the breeze I'm gone
Sliding through the wind I'm gone
Pop a perc I'm rolling
Then I got me some doda
White girl; got that yoda
Then I got me some dough

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