Coda.

Well that's it, now you gotta go
Minor feel while I say, am I sweet and low
Many talk mini talk, mini valley roll
Give me diamonds when I'm up, all you gotta show
Hit me for the meaning what you rambling
Cousin Tina finna say you drinking too much lean
Call Allah, hit a Zemi, call it love
Hating every minor talk, give me cheddar, shake your cloth
What you gotta really fucking say?
There ain't no point in stacking what you gotta throw away
My mama says that what you get is twice of what you make
And there ain't no fucking reason every moment's just a take
I'm taking what you laid!
You gave up on that shine now what you gotta fuckin prove?
There ain't no halfsies in this bitch you gotta see it whole
I love the woah, I say OWO
Now give me more
Give me, give me, give me, give me soul (guap)

This my coda, no pagoda
Bent your state, got your selfie, sipped my soda
This my coda, penny roller
Penny talker, here's the soda
This my coda, midi roller
Bent the star in, bet you're gonna scroll up
This my coda, bet he rolled up
Instead of throwing, say the things that go, go, go, go

Baby, baby please don't cut me long
Same opinion, what's your v on, cut it off
There ain't no sin here, this is peaceful, let me fuck
This shit ain't like a cross off, baby learn to talk
I'm running a sweatshop, I killed your lost love
I'll make your tits bop, just to get your bits soft
Bitch, don't give me sick thoughts
Bitch, that makes my dick soft
Need it hard like FromSoft, give it out like (huh)
There ain't no propping what to say
I ain't got love to complicate
It's both a sin and a mistake
I'm making light of all my pain
I wanna dance upon a stage
I wanna dance upon a stage
I wanna dance upon a stage

This my coda, no pagoda (Oh I don't wanna run away)
Bent your state, got your selfie, sipped my soda (Oh I don't wanna run away)
This my coda, penny roller (Oh I don't wanna run away)
Penny talker, here's the soda (Oh I don't wanna run away)
This my coda, midi roller (I don't wanna run away no more)
Bent the star in, bet you're gonna scroll up (I don't wanna run away no more)
This my coda, bet he rolled up (I don't wanna run away no more)
Instead of throwing, say the things that go up (I don't wanna run away, way, way, way)



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Writer(s): Tristan Shaw
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