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wake n bake - rage4kxii lyrics

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[hook]
ok hoe its time for wakey wakey, eggs and bakey, make some for my crew
hoe im finna bruise him you know ima leave him blue
all my brothers mobbing goin crazy, crazy like the glue
hoe you think im rude? you really do not have a freaking clue

i got h*lla thotties, hit my line and ask me whats the moves
block her number, bro i know that she really just wanted food
hoe i feel like joey trap im just really not in the mood
painting perfect pictures ima have to show you what i drew

[verse 1]
ok like, mr miyagi im catching these bodies, i pull out this tommy like dreamer im too extreme
you pick your poison, the knife or the lazer beam
im getting strong im really off the creatine

i feel like handy manny, let that hammer blow
diving in head first, like geronimo
im goin mental im finna explode the flow
704, we finna come and kick yo door

big racks, big money in my wallet
keep a rocket on me*
just in case somebody outta pocket

i can stack it up, i throw it up, the world will get to falling
i can stack it up, i throw it up, yo hoe will get to calling

[hook]
ok hoe its time for wakey wakey, eggs and bakey, make some for my crew
hoe im finna bruise him you know ima leave him blue
all my brothers mobbing goin crazy, crazy like the glue
hoe you think im rude? you really do not have a freaking clue

i got h*lla thotties, hit my line and ask me whats the moves
block her number, i know she really just wanted food
hoe i feel like joey trap im just really not in the mood
painting perfect pictures you gon see just what i drew

[verse 2]
hoe i threw about a thousand and you know i made it back
got a little uzi, bounty hunting, you know thats a rack
we on attack, hoe you thought i was crazy? your skull i crack* i never lack
got this glizzy 4 fizzy shoot out his back

you talking bout a frank im talkin bout a rod, keep it on me clutched, your colon bust all over the façade, this do or die

i keep the fye tucked, pistol whip him with the grip he talking tough
*but he ain’t bout it
left him on the corner frozen, shakin up

im angry bruh, back of the civic, you know we with it, this ain’t rented, pull up all windows tinted, we did him dirty*
k$ng be lurkin
out your house, now we lock you up, then drop you off
tell me how the cliff had felt, and if you still be talking tall

- rage4kxii lyrics

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