Lyrics:
the game
That you and your niggas play
Radical man, save a life
Come on, take a stand, give that money back
Let's make a plan, the brand new currency
Taking
the final judgment of today
Who profited from the game
That you and your niggas play
Radical man
Save the life
Come on take a stand
Give that money
resolution...I'm Radical
I'm Radical Radical yea I'm living Radical
I been going crazy lately while my flesh is trying to play me
I'm Radical Radical yea you can
shit, fuck school
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking radical i'm fucking radical
I'm motherfucking radical
I'm fucking radical, nigga
I'm fucking
(Quavo)
Lifestyle on camera
Hundred thousand dollar chandelier
They tried to turn me to an animal
But white people think I'm radical
Supermodels
machine
Sex machine
Sex machine
Sex machine
You like it faster
Oh you like it rough
Call me your master
When you open it up
Want to play on the team
Want
My whole family tree has got nothing to eat
The machine guns guard the checkpoint
from starving refugees
So when I stop to pray for the fifth time
Boya na Congo (no)
cbi Toronto
Make we go Jolly
Oya chop my money
Later make you do me
chhhh
Baby machine machine girl you do me like machine machine
a raindrop
Pouring down, oh, it won't stop
And what can I say
She's a radical dame
Who likes to play games
Who likes to play games
And what can I say
She's
fucking magic to prove that
The radicals are here to stay!
We're living hardcore and radical
We'll always be maniacal and animal
They fear us 'cause
way
And we don't play no games boy, you looking like the arcade
And I am not at all phased
No way, Jose
No no no no no, The nicest out for sure
I just
father
My best friend is uncle Norman
Eddie plays with Mrs. Livingston and his drum machine, drum machine, drum machine
He's gotta drum machine, drum
Eddie's father
My best friend is uncle Norman
Eddie plays with Mrs. Livingston and his drum machine, drum machine, drum machine
He's gotta drum machine
of gold
A Pyrrhic victory for your mental health
Gotta feed the need machine
Gotta feed the need machine
Gotta feed the need, the need machine
Gotta
(Quavo!)
Lifestyle on camera
Hundred thousand dollar chandelier
They tried to turn me to an animal
But white people think I'm radical
don't wanna lose you, but I can't give him up
I know it's unconventional, radical but practical
Why can't the three of us live together?
It's
the dark while I radiate light
It's a simple question, would you like to play?
I'm not a slot machine, you can't put things in me
I'm not a slot machine you
you were catching those drills
Momma was cute, but you're paying those bills
Shrugged the wool, some washing machines
Next thing you know, you're in
Lonely arcade machine
Nobody wants to play me
Lonely arcade machine
Nobody wants to play me
Lonely arcade machine
Nobody wants to play me
Lonely
still needs a little more love
Tell me, tell me, tell me where is the love?
Woah, radical love
Woah, radical love
Pump the brakes, oh they took us for
below
See who never changed
Be all that they can blame
And if it's better this way then the cards will play
You can come but you never go all the way
The boy got swag
You can see I'm getting cash
Everything I really want
Man a young nigga have
I get money I'm a money machine
Where's my money I'm
feel the pain
So stand and face the ray like a war machine
You gonna give me your heeey
You gonna give me your HEEEEY
You wanna play this game
You
janai
I like the way nostalgia plays better on
Vinyl than when I'm living it live
I coincide with you
Kono machine ni natte iru yo
Kono machine ni natte
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