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siri too cold - britta lyrics

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(intro)
yeah
too cold
ah, ah, yeeks
throw it, catch it, yeeks
throw it, hey, siri
yeah

(hook)
pick up
got a new whip gon fl!ck up, (gon fl!ck up)
boy don’t trip my n+gga
i done got slim off sit ups
budget got big get bigger (get big)
back shots wet i’m in her (ah)
act too cool like britta (ah)
he shoot white no rhythms
he shoo white no, (ah)

icy, clean, (icy, yeah)
i don’t never wear no jeans, (no jeans)
moving, bank, (ah)
she ain’t never had my taste, (my taste)
copy, paste, (woo, yeah)
that p+ssy on my face, (my face)
look at her move that waist
she knows how pick up the pace
(pick up the, pick up the pace)

(verse one)
she be getting shy and so nasty, (yuh)
took a lyft left my phone in the back seat, (on god)
disconnected n0body can tap me
on the premises won’t catch me lacking
turn her to a toaster strudel, (on god)
she nice just dont let her fool ya, (on god)
f+ck it, i’m giving her kids that’s law
i’m sorry that’s just how i’m moving
i’m stupid like that, (yuh, yuh)
i put my crew at you neck
we finna do a collect (brrt brrt)
lately been feeling depressed
just masking it over with stress
how could you lie on a test
said she was pregnant
ignoring my texts
so i couldn’t check on her
(on god)
i’m giving her back to the streets
cause she never told me that both
of my kids was deceased on god, (brrt brrt brrt)

(hook)
pick up
got a new whip gon fl!ck up, (gon fl!ck up)
boy don’t trip my n+gga
i done got slim off sit ups
budget got big get bigger (get big)
back shots wet i’m in her (i’m in her)
act too cool like britta (like britta)
he shoot white no rhythms
he shoot white no, (ah)

icy, clean, (icy, clean)
i don’t never wear no jeans, (no jeans)
moving, bank, (ah)
she ain’t never had my taste, (my taste)
copy, paste, (woo)
that p+ssy on my face, (my face)
look at her move that waist, (that waist)
she knows how pick up the pace
(pick up the, pick up the pace)

(verse two)
b+rock going to gustavus, (yeah)
the other big dog hit ny
ain’t no point, no patience, (no patience)
i’m all ten like ten times
it is what it is for sure, (for sure)
she take all my kids then she go, (then she go)
you want in drop your name at the door
i’m sorry, but you couldn’t stay with me

i ain’t tripping namastae, (uh)
baby let me meditate, (uh)
deep breaths, regulate, (uh)
red shoes, yellow tape, (ah)
bright colors, that’s aesthetic, (yuh)
a bit late, to graduate (yuh)
5 years, just to wear the cape
i been saving hoes anyways. (ah)

(hook)
pick up, (pick up)
got a new whip gon fl!ck up, (gon fl!ck up)
boy don’t trip my n+gga
i done got slim off sit ups
budget got big get bigger (get bigger)
back shots wet i’m in her (i’m in her)
act too cool like britta (like britta)
he shoot white no rhythms (pop pop)
he shoot white no, (ah)

icy, clean, (icy, clean)
i don’t never wear no jeans, (no jeans)
moving, bank, (moving, bank)
she ain’t never had my taste, (my, my taste)
copy, paste, (copy, paste)
that p+ssy on my face, (my face)
look at her move that waist, (yeah, waist)
(pick up the, pick up the pace)

(ethos)



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