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rage quit - kxllswxtch & 1nonly lyrics

[intro: kxllsxtch]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: kxllsxtch]
what’s your rank kid?
b*tch, i let them pistols talk come and speak my language
it’s too crowded up in this b*tch, no russian the banquet
send your soul right back to the lobby, i make him rage quit
your pockets too weightless
life been getting too plain son
i’m thinking ’bout bringing your b*tch to my crib hip thrusting her face, tongue and all
y’all talk but can’t hurt a d*mn fly you cowards ain’t dangerous
put some hair on your chest, if you feeling upset p*ssy boy come say some
you ain’t safe as you guessed boy that bullet proof vest still a get your brain bust
soon as i wake up, i grab my strap load up two mags and count my cake up
your b*tches facе stuffed, right in my domain punk
got a problem i break my god d*mn fist right across your facе punk

[verse 1: kxllsxtch & 1nonly]
i’m back in my mood, too grumpy like scrooge
trim some off top peel his head back smooth, attitude on rude
better keep that stick tucked ‘n i advise you don’t disobey
that mk4 slide side to side as i hit the break, while a b*tch complain (yeah)

[verse 2: 1nonly]
they ask me how the f*ck you make it, b*tch?
i did it, i just did it (i just did it)
make her rage quit, pistol hitting in his liver
i was seventeen with cribs and whips and no i did not win it
i get high as f*ck, you see me fly as f*ck you cannot be me
don’t slide with me, i got a .45 line with me
cut ties if you lie to me
from the 702, cop a lv, up a lv
couple thousand every time i leave and don’t talk
you sound like a ho look
whole time i was down here with no none
now i got seven figures in the bank
double r with a range
now you come to my show look
[bridge: 1nonly]
who to think, who to call, who to blame? uh
who ain’t come around once, who the fake? uh
did this on my own, i don’t care about the fame
and i don’t need no hand to hold
i hope that pistol let it bang
who to think, who to call, who to blame? uh
who ain’t come around once, who the fake? uh
did this on my own, i don’t care about the fame
and i don’t need no hand to hold
i hope that pistol let it bang

[chorus: kxllsxtch]
what’s your rank kid?
b*tch, i let them pistols talk come and speak my language
it’s too crowded up in this b*tch, no russian the banquet
send your soul right back to the lobby, i make him rage quit
your pockets too weightless
life been getting too plain son
i’m thinking ’bout bringing your b*tch to my crib hip thrusting her face, tongue and all
y’all talk but can’t hurt a d*mn fly you cowards ain’t dangerous
put some hair on your chest, if you feeling upset p*ssy boy come say some
you ain’t safe as you guessed boy that bullet proof vest still a get your brain bust
soon as i wake up, i grab my strap load up two mags and count my cake up
your b*tches face stuffed, right in my domain punk
got a problem i break my god d*mn fist right across your face punk (yeah)

- kxllswxtch 1nonly lyrics

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