Tyla Yaweh, Marco XO - So Cold paroles de (lyrics)
[Tyla Yaweh, Marco XO - So Cold paroles de lyrics]
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
I'm a cast away rolling up these spirit's
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
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
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
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
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
I'm a cast away rolling up these spirit's
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
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
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
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