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Lil Skies - RAGE! (Official Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Skies
Lil Skies
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kimetrius Foose
Kimetrius Foose
Songwriter
Liam McAlister
Liam McAlister
Songwriter
Sprite Lee
Sprite Lee
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sprite Lee
Sprite Lee
Recording Engineer
Neek
Neek
Mixing Engineer
LMC
LMC
Producer

Lyrics

Might to Hold on, nigga, ayy (Haha) Hold on, nigga (Haha) Yeah (Out your body music) Uh, yeah (Nigga, fuck this shit) (This shit, I'm finna do) Ayy (LMC) This that out your body music Break down a wall, kick open that door Walk on the stage and they yell, encore" Get the bag and leave in a brand new Porsche Shorty wan' ride, put the whip in sport Real big numbers count up like a dork For a couple bands turn you to a corpse I've been ballin', I don't need a court I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage Give me ya throat, bitch, give me ya neck Give me ya throat, bitch, give me ya neck I done bossed up, I got me a check I done bossed up, I got me a check I got the crowd lit, yeah, they jumpin' 'Fore I go on the stage, smoke a onion I was just down bad in the dungeon I feel her heart beat when we fucking I give 'em pain, you hear the bass I got them tats, right on my face I see the cops, then I escape Know they be watchin', choppa the case I'm in a drop top with a cutie Riding through Philly, she asks, where is Uzi I'm in the top floor, makin' movies Your man's in a hot box, that's a hoochie Wanna go to the telly, she a groupie Interior all vanilla like a smoothie Smoking on good Runtz, like a doobie This a spliff nigga, not a loosie Oh, the choppa make him do the cha-cha Watch the bodies hit the floor Watch the bodies hit the floor Watch the bodies hit the floor (Yeah) I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna hit up somebody I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna hit up somebody (Bow) I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna hit up somebody, let's go I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna hit up somebody, let's go I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna catch me a body, let's go I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna catch me a body, let's go This that out your body music Break down a wall, kick open that door Walk on the stage and they yell, encore Get the bag and leave in a brand new Porsche Shorty wan' ride, put the whip in sport Real big numbers count up like a dork For a couple bands turn you to a corpse I've been ballin', I don't need a court I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage Give me ya throat, bitch, give me ya neck Give me ya throat, bitch, give me ya neck I done bossed up, I got me a check I done bossed up, I got me a check I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna hit up somebody, let's go I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna hit up somebody, let's go I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna hit up somebody, let's go I'm tryna punch somebody, yeah I'm tryna hit up somebody, let's go (Yeah, yeah) In a Wraith, rolling up Can't see nobody, got curtains I see it, I like it, I'm splurging I'm a big boss, dog, I earned it Hit the dash, you know I'm swerving Don't at me, meet in person I told her to leave this urgent I did that shit on purpose (Huh, yeah) Shawty wanna fuck with me Everything is not what it seems Tried to let you live out your dreams Run it up, now you want one Forget the past, that's done Living life like The Weeknd Karate chop all my demons (Doo-doo-doo, pow) Get out the way, I feel like Lil Wayne, where my drank I feel like Tony Hawk when I skate I got a plug, met him in the Bay I was down bad just the other day You ain't hear me out, I still made a way I keep my faith high when I pray Niggas ain't got bars, they be fake This off top, no pen, no pape' This off smoke no fucking vape This that take yo' breath away This that make the world shake This that make the earthquake Real one since my birthday That fake shit I can't tolerate I'ma walk right in the crowd and I'ma jump over the gates They ain't tell me I could do it but I did it anyway Bitch, I'm a rockstar, fuck the rules I make my own anyway Live in my own world, I can't see you It's just me in here today (Okay) Okay (I'm tryna rage) (I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage, okay) (I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage) (I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage, okay) (I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage) (I'm tryna go, I'm tryna rage) Okay
Writer(s): Liam Mcalister, Mitch Cooper, Kimetrius Foode Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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