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Ragebait
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Ragebait è stato pubblicato il 28 maggio 2024 da - come parte dell'album Ragebait - Single
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
fakemink
fakemink
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tina Temps
Tina Temps
Lyrics, Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Deer Park
Deer Park
Producer

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[Verse 1]
I know these motherfuckers mad at me
Got a sweet tooth, but I ain't got cavities
Say that I bite, but they the ones bitin' me
Yeah, I stand on what I say, man, check the receipts
Get that dick out your mouth, chubby bunny challenge
Yeah, you do too much, you gotta find balance
I'm a fuckin' savage, yeah, I do damage
I ain't lie about a ting, but they've been cappin'
[Verse 2]
I don't fuck with anybody, everybody fake
Yeah, they're so dirty, like the money I make
I ain't finished yet, I'm still masturbatin'
Know I'm the best, man, there's no debatin'
I'm always so chill, like I'm on vacation
But if you wanna fight, man, I'll show you this fade
I'll hit you so hard, you'll remember you're lame
And remember you should stay in your lane
[Verse 3]
Like napalm, blowin', like napalm, she blowin' on me
'Cause she loving my fragrance
I am not a god, man, I only just make art
Say what I say 'cause I really got a broke heart
Like, I could never die for the fame
Hurts so bad, but I live for the pain
Rather hang from a tree than hang with these lames
[Verse 4]
I know these motherfuckers mad at me
Got a sweet tooth, but I ain't got cavities
Say that I bite, but they the ones bitin' me
Yeah, I stand on what I say, man, check the receipts
Get that dick out your mouth, chubby bunny challenge
Yeah, you do too much, you gotta find balance
I'm a fuckin' savage, yeah, I do damage
I ain't lie about a ting, but they've been cappin'
[Verse 5]
I don't fuck with anybody, everybody fake
Yeah, they're so dirty, like the money I make
I ain't finished yet, I'm still masturbatin'
Know I'm the best, man, there's no debatin'
I'm always so chill, like I'm on vacation
But if you wanna fight, man, I'll show you this fade
I'll hit you so hard, you'll remember you're lame
And remember you should stay in your lane
[Verse 6]
Like napalm, blowin', like napalm, she blowin' on me
'Cause she loving my fragrance
I am not a god, man, I only just make art
Say what I say 'cause I really got a broke heart
Like, I could never die for the fame
Hurts so bad, but I live for the pain
Rather hang from a tree than hang with these lames
Written by: Tina Temps
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