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Siberia Video (MV)




Performed By: NSTE
Language: English
Length: 3:47
Written by: Austin Slay, Joshua Stever, Quinten Ross




NSTE - Siberia Lyrics




Baby I'm too cold, heart froze, slime nose, God knows
You could never save me, I'm out here in Siberia
Talk shit, back it up, I'ma get my racks up
Shouting from the back, bitch you know we ain't hearing ya
Burning through my money like I'm Pablo in the wintertime
Time to dine, chilling with the baby and she hella fine
Honey looking cuter than a Barbara Streisand
We out here eating steak, no more rice and ramen

I'm a cold motherf*cker, cold like Minnesota, shout out Lil Yachty
Man I'm colder than the soda sitting next to this hot meal
Man they should've told you, I be whipping it like Hot Wheels
But your boy is colder, I got plenty on my shoulders
None about a hoe though, yeah I be on Tinder
But your boy is riding solo, tough on the out
But inside your boy a Rolo, caramel sweet with my words
Yeah your hoe know, none can compete with the beast
In his home court, so magnifique on the sheet, I'm the whole sport
Beast in the sheets with this pipe, it's a full course, meal on her plate
She gon' tip, she gon' want more
Bust up on the set, hands up, it's a coup d'état
Where they coming from, no one knows, give 'em lockjaw
What you quiet for, you was loud 'fore you saw the mob
Breakin down doors like gorillas with the f*ckin' mop
N to the STE, call it NSTE, yeah we snapping necks
Broken pencils when we passing, saltier than pretzels at the competition, laughing
Wipe the smile off they face with this heat that we packing, aye

We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?

Baby I'm too cold, heart froze, slime nose, God knows
You could never save me, I'm out here in Siberia
Talk shit, back it up, I'ma get my racks up
Shouting from the back, bitch you know we ain't hearing ya
Burning through my money like I'm Pablo in the wintertime
Time to dine, chilling with the baby and she hella fine
Honey looking cuter than a Barbara Streisand
We out here eating steak, no more rice and ramen

Get a clue, we don't know you
Three red raris gonna whip when we come through
We don't f*ck with snakes you can keep them in the bayou
Money on me, I like the guap
Cop a few shows, and turn up the spot
We on the rise and we ain't gonna stop
Same for the numbers, they never gon' drop
Wait for the drop, yeah, wait for the drop
Get it jumpin' like a trampoline
Spit sick shit till you need a vaccine
I'm stomping on this shit and I make it look easy
With enough practice I'll be on the TV
Show me you're loyal and I'll take you to the top
I came from the soil just like I was a crop
Watching the clock, tick for tock
I don't need tips, I'm froze in Siberia so time don't exist
I am an animal sippin on Danimals
Go straight cannibal, call me young Hannibal
We got the gift and we blessed, no achoo
You can't say the same 'cause we different from you

We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?

Baby I'm too cold, heart froze, slime nose, God knows
You could never save me, I'm out here in Siberia
Talk shit, back it up, I'ma get my racks up
Shouting from the back, bitch you know we ain't hearing ya
Burning through my money like I'm Pablo in the wintertime
Time to dine, chilling with the baby and she hella fine
Honey looking cuter than a Barbara Streisand
We out here eating steak, no more rice and ramen

Boy we getting too hot, too hot
I'ma leave you with some chills, what I like to call a cold shot
'Cause most of y'all acting, but NSTE just rapping
Wanna iced out rollie sitting pretty in my cabinet
Maybe on my wrist, maybe on my bitch
You can keep it in your cup, shit making me sick
Wanna pretty little shorty gimme eskimo kiss
Ion really feel like I'm asking for too much
Ion really feel I ever gave two f*cks, it's just
I'm a dog, a muhf*ckin husky, trust me
Teach an old dog new tricks but you anything but me, boy
I'ma slide on this beat like I'm frozone
Hop in new whip, I'ma ride with the muhf*ckin roof gone
Even in the winter
I got ice on my seats, I got snow in my sheets
My world turning blue, baby, what do you think
And what I think is, if any motherf*cker wanna try me
Welcome to Siberia, we just getting cake and you the icing

We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
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Baby I'm too cold, heart froze, slime nose, God knows
You could never save me, I'm out here in Siberia
Talk shit, back it up, I'ma get my racks up
Shouting from the back, bitch you know we ain't hearing ya
Burning through my money like I'm Pablo in the wintertime
Time to dine, chilling with the baby and she hella fine
Honey looking cuter than a Barbara Streisand
We out here eating steak, no more rice and ramen

I'm a cold motherf*cker, cold like Minnesota, shout out Lil Yachty
Man I'm colder than the soda sitting next to this hot meal
Man they should've told you, I be whipping it like Hot Wheels
But your boy is colder, I got plenty on my shoulders
None about a hoe though, yeah I be on Tinder
But your boy is riding solo, tough on the out
But inside your boy a Rolo, caramel sweet with my words
Yeah your hoe know, none can compete with the beast
In his home court, so magnifique on the sheet, I'm the whole sport
Beast in the sheets with this pipe, it's a full course, meal on her plate
She gon' tip, she gon' want more
Bust up on the set, hands up, it's a coup d'état
Where they coming from, no one knows, give 'em lockjaw
What you quiet for, you was loud 'fore you saw the mob
Breakin down doors like gorillas with the f*ckin' mop
N to the STE, call it NSTE, yeah we snapping necks
Broken pencils when we passing, saltier than pretzels at the competition, laughing
Wipe the smile off they face with this heat that we packing, aye

We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?

Baby I'm too cold, heart froze, slime nose, God knows
You could never save me, I'm out here in Siberia
Talk shit, back it up, I'ma get my racks up
Shouting from the back, bitch you know we ain't hearing ya
Burning through my money like I'm Pablo in the wintertime
Time to dine, chilling with the baby and she hella fine
Honey looking cuter than a Barbara Streisand
We out here eating steak, no more rice and ramen

Get a clue, we don't know you
Three red raris gonna whip when we come through
We don't f*ck with snakes you can keep them in the bayou
Money on me, I like the guap
Cop a few shows, and turn up the spot
We on the rise and we ain't gonna stop
Same for the numbers, they never gon' drop
Wait for the drop, yeah, wait for the drop
Get it jumpin' like a trampoline
Spit sick shit till you need a vaccine
I'm stomping on this shit and I make it look easy
With enough practice I'll be on the TV
Show me you're loyal and I'll take you to the top
I came from the soil just like I was a crop
Watching the clock, tick for tock
I don't need tips, I'm froze in Siberia so time don't exist
I am an animal sippin on Danimals
Go straight cannibal, call me young Hannibal
We got the gift and we blessed, no achoo
You can't say the same 'cause we different from you

We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?

Baby I'm too cold, heart froze, slime nose, God knows
You could never save me, I'm out here in Siberia
Talk shit, back it up, I'ma get my racks up
Shouting from the back, bitch you know we ain't hearing ya
Burning through my money like I'm Pablo in the wintertime
Time to dine, chilling with the baby and she hella fine
Honey looking cuter than a Barbara Streisand
We out here eating steak, no more rice and ramen

Boy we getting too hot, too hot
I'ma leave you with some chills, what I like to call a cold shot
'Cause most of y'all acting, but NSTE just rapping
Wanna iced out rollie sitting pretty in my cabinet
Maybe on my wrist, maybe on my bitch
You can keep it in your cup, shit making me sick
Wanna pretty little shorty gimme eskimo kiss
Ion really feel like I'm asking for too much
Ion really feel I ever gave two f*cks, it's just
I'm a dog, a muhf*ckin husky, trust me
Teach an old dog new tricks but you anything but me, boy
I'ma slide on this beat like I'm frozone
Hop in new whip, I'ma ride with the muhf*ckin roof gone
Even in the winter
I got ice on my seats, I got snow in my sheets
My world turning blue, baby, what do you think
And what I think is, if any motherf*cker wanna try me
Welcome to Siberia, we just getting cake and you the icing

We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
We too cold, too cold, too cold
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
Heart too froze, too froze, too froze
Yeah boy, what you know about it, huh?
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Writer: Austin Slay, Joshua Stever, Quinten Ross
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