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Holy Rage by Kametee 07 x RETROBAS Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2021

Hook

Holy rage (2x)

This is my shit, u know u can't touch, D nigga can't be on my face

Holy rage (2x)

Bound to be washed, game finna lock, u finna feel all the pain

HOLY RAGE (2X)

NOW I GOT MAD, U KNOW THAT I'M COLD, I REPLACED THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS

HOLY RAGE (4X)

Verse I

Nigga, suck on my dick
U gotta bow in the presence of me
U know with the money I don't have a fling
We finna marry and get us a kid
Talk about checks, talk about bills
U know my son got the face of King
Rulling some kids with the weight of a paper
Still gotta get it, we talking money
Still wanna power my wrist
The power of envy, can't stop all the gliss
All silvered up on my neck like a slave
And them chains got me thinking that I am thе shit
All the shit that we do now, gon pass to the kids
U know thеy gon double the shit that they see
Stop all the wars, get u some love
U know fosho u won't die from a kiss

U know fosho imma close all the doors
U know that a copycat I can't endorce
On the low low, niggas built like a rose
Cute superficially, far as it goes

Rock with some Fiji water for the pose
Better be spending money with some gold
I know that shit takes longer to compose
That why all this gold is better than a rose

Hook

Holy rage (2x)

This is my shit, u know u can't touch, D nigga can't be on my face

Holy rage (2x)
Bound to be washed, game finna lock, u finna feel all the pain

HOLY RAGE (2X)

NOW I GOT MAD, U KNOW THAT I'M COLD, I REPLACED THE BLOOD IN MY VEINS

HOLY RAGE (4X)

Verse II

Suck on my dick once again, ain't no play
That's no homo, I make sure all my shit always straight
Bet the pill won't be good when u feel all that pain
U know that the money give u headache

And I still got know for myself
They say don't get money so they hold the wealth
I was born rich cause I'm out of the shelf
The wealth always good cause it can afford health

Show them my resume, nigga I'm blunt
I rock with the highest niggas, u a cunt
The raps never immitate a brother run
I keep it too clean when I hoop like Lebron

For your sake I won't diss a nigga in this joint
My lines be a sword for your filet mignon
Yellow meat Imma eat it, u a minion
And your soul Imma take and pop a Perignon