letra de so cold - tyla yaweh
[chorus]
ridin’ in the benz so cold
platinum on my wrist just froze
slidin’ through the breeze i’m gone
slidin’ through the wind i’m gone
pop a perc i’m rollin’
then i got me some doda
white girl; got that yoda
then i got me some dough
ridin’ in the benz so cold
platinum on my wrist just froze
slidin’ through the breeze i’m gone
slidin’ through the wind i’m gone
pop a perc i’m rollin’
then i got me some doda
white girl; got that yoda
then i got me some dough
[verse 1: tyla yahweh]
i’m a cast away
rolling up these spirits
i’m chillin’ with my youngins
they all totin’ lamas
and they flip that purple haze
i feed them with these commas
and give it to yo momma’
then f-ck yo baby momma’
and i can’t compromise
oh i love you haters
and i can’t lose my time
f-ck all of you haters
we eatin’ at this table
cause we some money makers
we be gettin’ money
cause we some money makers
i roll
i’m gone
i pop a perc you know a n-gg- roll
i roll
i’m gone
if you ’bout gettin’ money
i put on, i put on
[chorus]
ridin’ in the benz so cold
platinum on my wrist just froze
slidin’ through the breeze i’m gone
slidin’ through the wind i’m gone
pop a perc i’m rollin’
then i got me some doda
white girl; got that yoda
then i got me some dough
ridin’ in the benz so cold
platinum on my wrist just froze
slidin’ through the breeze i’m gone
slidin’ through the wind i’m gone
pop a perc i’m rollin’
then i got me some doda
white girl; got that yoda
then i got me some dough
[verse 2: marco]
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 n-gg- wanted was designer clothes
and some hoes
we might pull up on ’em
hop out of the ghost
i don’t f-ck witchu
party with my people
she callin’ on my phone
text me like “i need you”
i’m like “what you wearin’?”
she like “that sh-t 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 b-tches
‘cuz they gon’ go around and tell these other b-tches
[chorus]
ridin’ in the benz so cold
platinum on my wrist just froze
slidin’ through the breeze i’m gone
slidin’ through the wind i’m gone
pop a perc i’m rollin’
then i got me some doda
white girl; got that yoda
then i got me some dough
ridin’ in the benz so cold
platinum on my wrist just froze
slidin’ through the breeze i’m gone
slidin’ through the wind i’m gone
pop a perc i’m rollin’
then i got me some doda
white girl; got that yoda
then i got me some dough
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