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ducey gold – rage lyrics

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[intro]
yo, bring me a cup and a lighter (i+i+i+i+its2ezzy on the beat)
i’m bouta be on my rockstar sh+t, for real (yeah)
i’m tryna rage

[chorus]
b+tch, i’m tryna rage
drop top, 200 my mph (my mph, yeah)
i was broke a year ago but now i’m paid (now i’m paid)
f+ck the opps, they can’t throw me in a cage (ay, check this sh+t out, hold on, hold on)
[verse 1]
walk into the darkness and my chain glow (like “hi!”)
twin sisters, side by side, they both my main hoe
yeah, imma pour the wock inside the faygo
yeah, imma pour the wock inside the faygo
yeah, you gave her one, i gave her two
come with some hundreds, they left in all blue
n+ggas gon’ hate on me, ain’t nothing new
b+tch i’m the goat, who is you? (yeah)
had to go put some new ice on my wrist
diamonds, they shine, they wet like a b+tch (alright)
wait, wet like a b+tch
diamonds, they shine, they wet like a b+tch
yeah, hold up, wait, just line up for sp+ce
young n+gga gettin’ to the cake, woah
yeah, i ain’t worried bout no b+tch
i’m finna pop my sh+t, yeah
mason margiela, it used to be tommy (wait, yeah)
all of you n+ggas is carbon copies (yeah, ay)
everyone said i wouldn’t make it but i beat the odds, that’s why y’all n+ggas be c+cky (ay, woah, grrt, grrt)
i keep ’em backin’, b+tches be calling me papi
oh, that’s your girl, bro i’m sorry
i don’t see how n+ggas stop it
i’m taking off like a rocket
i’m putting racks in my pocket
yeah, ay, i’m putting racks in my pocket (yeah, ay, what, yeah)
[chorus]
b+tch i’m tryna rage
drop top, 200 my mph
i was broke a year ago but now i’m paid
f+ck the opps, they can’t throw me in a cage (yeah, yeah)
b+tch i’m tryna rage
drop top, 200 my mph
i was broke a year ago but now i’m paid
f+ck the opps, they can’t throw me in a cage (wait, ay, yeah)

[verse 2]
i be fightin’ some demons, run up on me and i’m eatin’
f+ck n+ggas know i be reapin’, ay
run to the money, i’m speedin’, ay
run to the money, i’m speedin’, ay
i get a rack and i’m scoring like curry, i run this sh+t up every season
and you know a young n+gga’s gon’ run this sh+t up, yeah, it’s gettin’ too easy

[outro]
yeah, ohh
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah



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