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letra de hidden rage 1 - cezz (us)

[verse 1]
feel like i’m [?] b-tch, i got all dis hidden rage!
pull up with my n-ggas, we ain’t missin’ shots we got that range
put that on the set? n-gga what the f-ck you tryna bang
feelin’ like i’m noonie, i might pop dis [?] xan
n-ggas they be false claimin’ like i won’t sn-tch they chain
i’m suckin’ on dis blood that’s why n-ggas call me f-cking fang
jus’ like sonic b-tch i’m gettin’ to my f-cking rings
shootin’ all dese n-ggas like i’m cod, b-tch i’m gettin’ ranks
chillin’ wit’ my n-ggas, in the cut, b-tch we smokin’ dank
put that n-gga in a f-ckin’ coffin, we gon’ end his pain
yeah n-gga i ain’t switchin’ if i get that fame
yeah i’m with my n-ggas makin’ music, yeah we gettin’ paid
makin all dis [?] guap it [?] finna phase
sendin’ all dese shots, b-tch i’m feelin’ like i’m f-ckin’ faze
me, my n-ggas, we so d-mn wild, n-gga you can’t tamе
smokin’ on this gas, b-tch i’m zooted out my f-ckin’ brains
if he try to test mе we gon’ make him do a f-ckin’ dance

[verse 2]
feelin’ like i’m [?] b-tch, i got all dis hidden rage!
one day all my n-ggas goin’ up, b-tch we hall of fame
playin’ all this b-tches like a game, ballin’ like 2k
watched my own friends turn to snakes, lyin’ to my face
n-ggas dey be snitchin’, dey be talkin’ to the f-ckin’ jakes
they be talkin’, they be talkin’, all this n-ggas fake
if they want the smoke, n-gga we gonna shoot you broad day
got this big ass blades jus’ like the uk
if i catch you lackin’ n-gga you turn into an auto stain
glock hit that n-gga put his ass straight in past tense
if he want that smoke told dat n-gga come and have it
ridin’ round the city wit my n-ggas causin’ havoc!

- cezz us

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