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She like all you ever do is trap trap trap trap trap
How many times have I hit that strip and done it again and again
Well baby I'm a trapper
Quinton
You can blame the fast livin' or the whiskey and women
Radio don't need to love me, but they need to respect it
I'm here to pick the pieces up where
please wash these lames away
And ironically, that's the name of my song
That's gold with no fuckin' radio play
Now it's back to the topic
Let me hit you
babies (shit crazy)
Surrounded by this fake love
What's that? It's bad blood
How you with me when you fuck with bruh
What's that? That's bad blood
the Tomorrow show
But that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio
The radio don?' seem to get the click so you say
"Hey Man, I can't lickety
Segwaying right into the Tomorrow show
But that don't got the go so you turn it off ya turn on the radio,
The radio don't seem to get the click so you say
Yeah, (bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its the funkadelic relic
(bring in the funk baby, bring in the funk)
Yeah, and its
and me
(Baby don't cry)
Sipping Bailey's Cream, by the stereo
Trying to find relief on the radio (ah, what's up?)
I'm suppressing the tears, but
at the sky
As I pause cassette, my thoughts collect and then I realise
There's a new road ahead
A couple bumps, where you're headed to
An opportunity to edit
song instead of a love letter
They gon' play it on the radio a hundred times a day
I figure when you hear it you gon' stop and think of me
I wanna get
need
But imma outside nigga baby not right now
Your feelings get to hard to swallow baby bite down, you saw what you want
Usher on the radio
You can't
’re
Coming from is that true?
KW: yeah, correct
JK: So we did a sketch on the show where
We had - you did an interview with
The BBC Radio and it was
listening to radio stars
On the way to edit the receipts of foreign wars
Itemising the profits of basically slave labour
For a salary itself hundreds of times
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Help Me
You gotta help me baby, I can't do it all by myself (repeat 2x)
If you don't help me daddy
Gotta find somebody else
Put on your
of Reebok, shout to the whole Reebok staff holdin' me down
You know I'm sayin', Q Gaskins, Q, it's "Food & Liquor" time baby!
Shout to Matt Inc., Shout
freeze up Santa
Whatever it cost, baby, we got answers
Line outside full of Jo-Jo Dancers
"We Got it for Cheap," that's the Re-Up anthem
By far
is brought to you
By adrenaline and good rap
Black Pendleton ball cap
We don't share the same synonym, fall back
Been in it before internet had new
Heard you ain't recognized
Its been a long time ya prime
Thought you white wine but you was all kinds
Pick you up in my whip and by your hips
Staring
and find somebody better
You don't have to worry
(You don't have to worry)
We're never gonna fuck again
And for the radio edit
We're never gonna kiss again
as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me
Ooh, uh the way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh I just can't help it
Tryna keep
the wave trying to squeeze lemonade out the headphones
He believed what it read on his headstone, getting fleeced by some red bone
From the Keystone, but now
Now it's a hit on the RADIO
Break it back
Every summer
I meet a new pretty girl
Probably blonde hair
Highlights inside her curls
You know the type
up from the bottom
Growin' up, most of my homies was dyin'
You know that I'm slidin' on a nigga if my babies is cryin' (you know I'm slidin', for my
It was the best situation yeah you wouldn't believe
Would would, you wouldn't believe
After it all it that been done on me
She always wants
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