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B Free - Rage (Dir. by @97PK)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
B Free
B Free
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Brenton M Freeman
Brenton M Freeman
Songwriter

Lyrics

Shoo shoo I ain't going to sleep tonight man Imma tell you how it is cause... Yeah Arena Boy! Aye, look Ain't shit that I've been worried bout I can care less if it was worth of mouth I'm with my partner, with my solider like the dirty south If you was looking for revenge then we gone air you out Broke ass bitter ass boy get your bread up Niggas out here lying in they raps saying they next up Now and days I got everything and I'm fed up Back then I would ask God, "Can you bless us please?" Aye, now look at me All this gold around my neck they call me Mr.T All that gold around your neck got your neck turning green Far from comparison, I swear that shit embarrassing My new bitch badder than my last, no cap nigga She said she always wanna fuck with a rap nigga I gave her what she asked for and gave her back to yah Disrespect the gang we coming after yah Tell that little nigga stop looking at me Played your album in the club and you got everybody sleep They should call you seven days, you so motherfucking week And you know that she a trick she only in it for a treat Woke up feeling like a check Yeah Guess that means it's money on my head Yeah I'm alive counting up the dead Pussy nigga want smoke keep the rocket like I'm Drex Keep the rocket like yeah Ain't shit that I've been worried bout I can care less if it was worth of mouth I'm with my partner, with my solider like the dirty south If you was looking for revenge then we gone air you out Broke ass bitter ass boy get your bread up Niggas out here lying in they raps saying they next up Now and days I got everything and I'm fed up Back then I would ask God, "Can you bless us please?" I don't give a fuck bout a slut Bout hoe Bout a bitch Bout a bird That be always on dick She fan I can tell Why you mad, why you sick? Why you finna fuck your back up worrying bout a bitch I ain't never been pressed that's on G-O-D I ain't never been checked this is not Nike Your new shit don't hit boy you not like me Said that you was next to blow Boy that's not likely, cause it's a Big world and I'm wilding I ain't worried bout shit I got it Only want the neck cause that pussy got milage Brought her to the set then I sent her back to Onyx Said I ain't shit, hit again, bitch I'm toxic And she got a nigga, I just fuck her on some hot shit She Gotta taste before she ride it Big appetite I need a main and a side bitch Ain't shit that I've been worried bout I can care less if it was worth of mouth I'm with my partner, with my solider like the dirty south If you was looking for revenge then we gone air you out Broke ass bitter ass boy get your bread up Niggas out here lying in they raps saying they next up Now and days I got everything and I'm fed up Back then I would ask God, "Can you bless us please?"
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