Lyrics:
me up She givin' me cash, she givin' me mouth
Talkin' that shit, I edit bitch out Never catch me dancin' for clout
Back in Caymus, never no trout Hate
spittin that shit ever since coke crushed
You can hear me on your T.V. and radio at the same time
I never ever say the same rhyme, it's Tony 2 times
(I know I'll be okay, I know I'll be okay)
One day I'll get radio play
And you'll be by my side hope you never leave me
I got big dreams big dreams
Big
The cops quick to peak When you fried
Sit by my phone but Nobody hit lines
They copping wok Off the street and they die
It's sad but I gotta get mine to hell
long, please come by
And I'll fly with you
I'll fly with you
Yo I'm flipping through this bizzies on the radio
Stop, something tells me you someone
to top charts
I don't know what happened, wanting to blow rap
You lose soul and passion for the flows and the tracks
Radio's lacking, controlled by
I'm starting to feel it, no I never regret it
This moment can happen, as long as you let it
I'll never forget it, that moment you said it
You cut your
by my side
Then I’ll try to
We will be everything you like
The music it takes me and I know (I’m shouting out)
The lights they are burning above us
saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop
Turn up the radio and drop the top
I see you look so good, and you're so fine
Young tender, would
nothing, leave them
Bare skeng talk, I can't believe them
The red and white R6 I'll leave them
Ed Hardy glasses I can't see them
So why you talking like you
you say?)
I said we won't get no radio play but we probably
get some pussy for this.
Nate:
You can't be he-ey you can't be my lady but I'll let you be
a-lettin' that radio fry.
Well, I listened to Nashville and Tulsa and Dallas
And Oklahoma City gave my ear a callus
And I'll never forget them announcers
ever, Never ever (No)
(Never gonna run around and dessert you) Ndzohlala ngpusha lento Mfana kithi fo sho
I'm, Never gon stop ngpusha ngpusha ngzam ufika
rather do it myself (damn)
Direct, edit & mix
I hold that shit under my belt (forreal)
A degree to top that
I'm passin class by myself (yeah)
My own crib
and a whole lot of show
And with Hank Junior blaring on the radio
We got a tank full of gas and we was on our way
We figured we'd go down to New Orleans
will never be on the radio
Even if my clique were to pick
And the people were to vote
It's the few, the proud, and the emotional
Yo, you, bulletproof in
She said the sex was like no other
Never judge a book by it's cover
'Cause I just leave a couple
Shots in your brother
And make sure I empty the clip in
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
And I'm this far, from a discharge but never will I dish off
We all tryna ball and when I got the rock I'll dish off
Until the day I pistol whip you posers
Sometimes the neighborhood children stop by
But it's always rocks and beer bottles they throw
At first they're excited to see a talking goat
They
back then, I was just sayin' my name
I had a record player on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland, California with some new shit
to spit a lot of game
But back then, I was just saying my name
I had a record player, on my stereo
Got down on my knees with my radio
From Oakland
Is a sky full of lighters
A sky full of lighters
By the time you hear this I will have already spiraled up
I would never do nothing to let you
and I'll never understand it
These labels are under handed and they're quick to take advantage
Leaving you lost and stranded
Broken down and damaged
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