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Tyla Yaweh – So Cold Lyrics

[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 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 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 nigga 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 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 callin' 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
'Cuz they gon' go around and tell these other bitches

[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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