Lyrics:
the radio handle the truth? Nope
Uncut, no edits, no censors
You can get a plastic rapper from any old dispenser
A penny a yard, to make a record ain't
Yo, this is Nappy Roy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?
Yo, this is Nappy Roy Radio live
With your boy T-Pain, we love rap music
Listen, uh, we got a caller on line one
Caller, what's your problem?
Hearing something of
Mine and being like, "Wow, this
Is a fresh approach, " and
Somebody hearing something and crying
You know?
GQ: You're talking about
Ooo who did this beat
I like this
This nice
This here's for the radio edit
We just got an X Rating
Imma gone and wet it
Yeah
Bass Dheep
Ha Ha Ha
Fuck
dancers
Bitin' is forbidden pah, pay that tax
And don't you ever look at us funny, boy, we'll bring rap back
And that'll hurt you like Superman, chased by
ready in fact, no one is
I'ma war with myself i'm bored, hurry up
How can he kill me? I'm suicidal
I'll take my own life before I let a rival
Hand
to produce, edit, and Provide original music for her YouTube
Channel, which means I'll have access to cameras for mine as Well
My chosen domain name is for
me?
Baby girl what is your fantasy?
I go make you mine you please
System is Gingered
Gbogbo wa' fe jaiye
Henny in my cup where's my rizzla?
Came with
me?
Baby girl what is your fantasy?
I go make you mine you please
System is Gingered
Gbogbo wa' fe jaiye
Henny in my cup where's my rizzla?
Came with
me?
Baby girl what is your fantasy?
I go make you mine you please
System is Gingered
Gbogbo wa' fe jaiye
Henny in my cup where's my rizzla?
Came with
songs on the radio
The ratio of black men to black woman at this college is preposterous
If you a scholar you already know
So she decided she should
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
And O.E. bitch
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on
And O.E. bitch
and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I`ve tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I`m trippin on
And O.E. bitch
Life’s too short
To play games
Who are mine
I need to know what is real
So I don’t waste my time
Giving my love
To someone that’s cool
Cause I plan to give
I don’t like yours either my boy
I don’t want no radio
I don’t want no radio to talk over mine
I don’t want no radio
I don’t want no radio
the facts
Sendin' me nonsense, I ain't sendin' back, boy
You don't get it, fine
Ima work, grind
Merchandise, signed
Your vision, blind
A dream of mine is
shotty blow
Fine pot of gold
Found by the stove
Red yellow go
Dread let em know
Bread feta dough
Make cheddar slow
Spread lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is
lettuce go
Incredible YO!
This is what I mean
An ANTI NIGGA machine
I ain't got no radio edits!
Baby we don't come clean
Yet I
Stay on my JERU
A dirty
and the iciest
The white boys say I'm righteous
Fucking right I'm a shot caller
The head honcho and the boss man
The big dog, not a Rottweiler
Getting swallowed by
approved by Carly Simon
Most rappers is real hard but still hardly rhyming
To all (rise and shine) give God the glory
I already give a percent of mine
cookies
Tastin like Zookies
Spliff a hottie see
Even my grinders is mixie
BackPack boy residue resting
On a leaf I ain't pull a new sheet
Baby crush it up
was the only child in a whole drug family
Start off with nose candy
I ain't never sold candy (Never)
When I say the boy is mines
I ain't talkin' Brandy
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