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rage (ng) - rage mode lyrics

[intro]
rage on the beat
hm.. rage on the rap
swag

[verse 1]
okay
i got my honeys on deck, superbad girls check
next thing, get green, money looking like shrek
no tec, i be shootin’ for the stars, no trek
plus, i be the head of the game, no neck
d-mn. your babe? i turn her on like a generator
my n-ggas are blowin up ? well i’m the detonator
you found a toyin ? i’mma set her later
cuz at the moment i got cruellas and bellas giving me elevators
tell the haters “i’m iller than you would’ve been”
higher than n-ggas who tripping off hallucinogens
do not be stupid with him, or he will eat you motherf-ckers
like fat joe swallowing a double cheeseburger
still standing, leaving hoes hanging like mr cooper
flow so super duper i got lois in my lane
read my brain and you finna get a migrane
a dirty rapper, you cannot remove my stain

[bridge]
(who the baddest in the room?) rage
(who the baddest in the room?) rage
(who the baddest in the room?) rage
(who the baddest in the room?) rage

[hook]
when i’m the room, n-ggas drop dead
me and a few goons, n-ggas drop dead
rage mode n-gga, rage-rage mode n-gga
rage-rage mode n-gga, rage-rage mode n-gga
or, screw a few of those hoes instead
rage k!ll ’em now you dead, it’s how it goes n-gga
rage n-gga, rage-rage mode n-gga
rage mode, devil with a halo n-gga

[verse 2]
i see they wash me like omo
but get one thing straight like a room full of h0m-s
back for your mother; rage is back for another page
of lyrical danger, never minor the major
wait, this my period to come like an ovary
oh what, you tried to cross me like a rosary?
now you see; i get my girl pearls like a new phone
just to get boned, take her down like syndrome
all of you commoners i’m bout to drop the bomb on this
so if you got a problem, tell osama, bin & laden
i’ve been, the one and only, my flows leave you anonymous
hoes? get off the top of this. watch me like i’m on your wrist
before i let you n-ggas use those bars
i’d rather have a threesome with bruno mars
you know i’m sick enough to bite your f-cking style, then i throw it up
hol’ it up, teaching mutallab how to blow it up

[bridge + hook]

[verse 3]
last week, i was in a car
katy perry in the backseat, pulling off her bra
when russell brand asked me, “why you so raw?”
i replied, “cause i smack down” yeah, rage back now
santa claus n-gga, ho hoes all over me
oh, so many over-ds over these double-ds
in rack city, rack rack city
i deserve ten, ten, ten, twenty if you feel me now

[bridge + hook]

- rage ng lyrics

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