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Coda - Rush Hour Lyrics



Coda - Rush Hour Lyrics




I just need a zip a cookies I can smoke on
With a thick bitch ass that I can poke on
Damn the money keep on calling I can't hold on
Shorty said she tryna slide n f*ck I told her cum on
I only got a couple minutes, ima f*ck ya then I'm outro I don't want the digits
I'm only linking if it's business I don't wanna
Kick it
Stitches on me so expensive real designer linen

I just need a zip a cookies I can smoke on
With a thick bitch ass that I can poke on
Damn the money keep on calling I can't hold on
Shorty said she tryna slide n f*ck I told her cum on
I only got a couple minutes, ima f*ck ya then I'm outro I don't want the digits
I'm only linking if it's business I don't wanna
Kick it
Stitches on me so expensive real designer linen

I run a mile a minute, coda Phelps it's like a pool when I'm diving in it
Breast stroke, back stroke f*cking you rough, like I'm tryna kill it
I been running with the bag I want a whole milly
Overworking I might tear my Achilles
F*ck the doubters ima make em look silly
I come with the bars like dilly, overworking or too much smoking idk what'll be first to kill me
Stuff a wood look like a philly
I'm tryna forget my feelings, I'm tryna forget about all of those times, when my demons almost killed me
I seen all the people who used to trust me, look at me like villain
I was really living selfish, inviting my sins They were welcomed
Stuck in the middle like malcom, moms was on powder no Talcom
Ain't have no one to help me, I hadda be the one helping
We ain't never been wealthy, we ain't never been healthy
So I talked to God I had conversations, no question why I been blessed lately
Made a killing from the trap baby, success story from a crack baby
Get the gas across the map lately, stuff a wood full exotic cookies
Expensive tastes

I just need a zip a cookies I can smoke on
With a thick bitch ass that I can poke on
Damn the money keep on calling I can't hold on
Shorty said she tryna slide n f*ck I told her cum on
I only got a couple minutes, ima f*ck ya then I'm outro I don't want the digits
I'm only linking if it's business I don't wanna
Kick it
Stitches on me so expensive real designer linen

I just need a zip a cookies I can smoke on
With a thick bitch ass that I can poke on
Damn the money keep on calling I can't hold on
Shorty said she tryna slide n f*ck I told her cum on
I only got a couple minutes, ima f*ck ya then I'm outro I don't want the digits
I'm only linking if it's business I don't wanna
Kick it
Stitches on me so expensive real designer linen
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I just need a zip a cookies I can smoke on
With a thick bitch ass that I can poke on
Damn the money keep on calling I can't hold on
Shorty said she tryna slide n f*ck I told her cum on
I only got a couple minutes, ima f*ck ya then I'm outro I don't want the digits
I'm only linking if it's business I don't wanna
Kick it
Stitches on me so expensive real designer linen

I just need a zip a cookies I can smoke on
With a thick bitch ass that I can poke on
Damn the money keep on calling I can't hold on
Shorty said she tryna slide n f*ck I told her cum on
I only got a couple minutes, ima f*ck ya then I'm outro I don't want the digits
I'm only linking if it's business I don't wanna
Kick it
Stitches on me so expensive real designer linen

I run a mile a minute, coda Phelps it's like a pool when I'm diving in it
Breast stroke, back stroke f*cking you rough, like I'm tryna kill it
I been running with the bag I want a whole milly
Overworking I might tear my Achilles
F*ck the doubters ima make em look silly
I come with the bars like dilly, overworking or too much smoking idk what'll be first to kill me
Stuff a wood look like a philly
I'm tryna forget my feelings, I'm tryna forget about all of those times, when my demons almost killed me
I seen all the people who used to trust me, look at me like villain
I was really living selfish, inviting my sins They were welcomed
Stuck in the middle like malcom, moms was on powder no Talcom
Ain't have no one to help me, I hadda be the one helping
We ain't never been wealthy, we ain't never been healthy
So I talked to God I had conversations, no question why I been blessed lately
Made a killing from the trap baby, success story from a crack baby
Get the gas across the map lately, stuff a wood full exotic cookies
Expensive tastes

I just need a zip a cookies I can smoke on
With a thick bitch ass that I can poke on
Damn the money keep on calling I can't hold on
Shorty said she tryna slide n f*ck I told her cum on
I only got a couple minutes, ima f*ck ya then I'm outro I don't want the digits
I'm only linking if it's business I don't wanna
Kick it
Stitches on me so expensive real designer linen

I just need a zip a cookies I can smoke on
With a thick bitch ass that I can poke on
Damn the money keep on calling I can't hold on
Shorty said she tryna slide n f*ck I told her cum on
I only got a couple minutes, ima f*ck ya then I'm outro I don't want the digits
I'm only linking if it's business I don't wanna
Kick it
Stitches on me so expensive real designer linen
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Writer: Dakota Marquez
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Performed By: Coda
Language: English
Length: 3:03
Written by: Dakota Marquez

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