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waera - my elsa lyrics

[intro]
let me try sum’ (try sum’)
showed you everything, not tryna hide nun’ (hide nun’)
what you tryna do until your time’s up? (time’s up)
bae, for you, am i the right one? (right, right one)
yeah, don’t depend on me (yeah, yeah, yeah)
all them tears rollin’ down my cheek (uh, uh, uh)
knock out the beat, muhammad ali (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i can see you fighting for me (bleed)
heart cold, can’t breathe

[chorus]
over it (yeah!)
the way you got me movin’, f+ck that sober sh+t (f+ck that sober sh+t)
you said you wouldn’t leave me, now i’m cold again (i’m cold, yeah)
applying so much pressure, i can’t fold again
you don’t gotta move, stay frozen (uh, uh)
elsa, my baby, stay frozen (uh, uh, uh)
elsa, my baby, stay frozen (woo, woo)
elsa, my baby, stay frozen (woo, woo, woo)
elsa, my baby (cash)

[verse]
can’t pick up no calls, call tomorrow
can’t find you, so far, why you move like marco? (wa)
it’s always been my fault, whole time you p+ssed off
i never tried enough, gotta prepare for liftoff (yeah)
yeah, ballin’, i’m knockin’ the pins down like chris paul
i never follow no rules, d+mn sure not followin’ this law (that’s right)
’boutta swerve in this whip knowin’ d+mn sure i never do pit stops
roamin’ the world thinkin’ everyone hate me, a slap in the face, chris rock
found this fine lil’ shorty off tiktok
she tryna dance to the real rock
after that she givin’ real top, aye
me and her sit on the hilltop, aye
slide with givenchy, givenchy, givenchy, givenchy (givenchy, givenchy)
yeah, how many stacks am i walkin’ with? gotta be plenty (be plenty, be plenty)
woah, i got a new theory, call up leonard and penny (penny)
power up, makin’ some money
power up, makin’ some zeni
slay ’boutta go crazy, slay ’boutta turn into a monster—he look like a zeti (woo)
fine lil’ sh+t tryna dance in the club
she tryna do the cha+cha just like zeddy
i done spent so much cheese, i done spent so much fetty
i can’t run out of flows, i just hope that you ready
i can’t run out of nothin’ anymore—yeah, me and my n+ggas gon’ stunt on y’all some more
baggin’ and stylin’, for y’all it could be a chore
rappin’ and stylin’, for me it’s not a chore
poppin’ whatever i dreamt i could afford
poppin’ whatever i dreamt i could afford
[chorus]
over it (yeah!)
the way you got me movin’, f+ck that sober sh+t (f+ck that sober sh+t)
you said you wouldn’t leave me, now i’m cold again (i’m cold, yeah)
applying so much pressure, i can’t fold again
you don’t gotta move, stay frozen (uh, uh)
elsa, my baby, stay frozen (uh, uh, uh)
elsa, my baby, stay frozen (woo, woo)
elsa, my baby, stay frozen (woo, woo, woo)
elsa, my baby

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