
MISS THE RAGE Remix Yung Kage (Ft. Kiid Spyro, Shleem Pink! & XANAKIN SKYWOK)
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[Intro: Shleem Pink!]
Just like this shit
Let's fuck this shit
Baby, blow my brains out
Baby, blow my- slatt!
[Chorus 1: Shleem Pink!]
Can't feel a damn thing (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing no more (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing no more
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip sippin' on the spot
Yeah, pour it to the top (Codeine!)
Yeah, bad bitch on my cock
Counting money, never stop, yeah
Baby, blow my- slatt!
Can't feel a damn thing (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing no more (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing (Slatt)
[Verse 1: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
N****s on they fuck shit, let 'em drum hit
Bussin', I-I ain't never love a bitch, so fuck this
It's just more than that, you two been playing to rob, but don't cliff
You a dumb shit, and you bitch be done, but don't click
Cop the Louie bags, hold but forty, crispy blues, rockin' on
Hit your blockin' on, leave your iron fade, prog it up
N****s I put on, but I know she really talking on
Smoke a lot of woods, take your bitch, milly-rockin' her
Just like this shit
Let's fuck this shit
Baby, blow my brains out
Baby, blow my- slatt!
[Chorus 1: Shleem Pink!]
Can't feel a damn thing (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing no more (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing no more
Sip, sip, sip, sip, sip sippin' on the spot
Yeah, pour it to the top (Codeine!)
Yeah, bad bitch on my cock
Counting money, never stop, yeah
Baby, blow my- slatt!
Can't feel a damn thing (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing no more (Slatt)
Can't feel a damn thing (Slatt)
[Verse 1: XANAKIN SKYWOK]
N****s on they fuck shit, let 'em drum hit
Bussin', I-I ain't never love a bitch, so fuck this
It's just more than that, you two been playing to rob, but don't cliff
You a dumb shit, and you bitch be done, but don't click
Cop the Louie bags, hold but forty, crispy blues, rockin' on
Hit your blockin' on, leave your iron fade, prog it up
N****s I put on, but I know she really talking on
Smoke a lot of woods, take your bitch, milly-rockin' her
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