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letra de on the radar freestyle - dave blunts

[intro]
yeah
yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
i slept on the floor, ain’t had the luxury of mattress
had to stretch my money like reed richards, i’m fantastic
your b-tch a magician, she be showin’ me her hat trick
back in special ed, i wore a helmet in my classes
that boy ran up on me and we turned that boy to ashes
ashes, ashes, turned that boy to ashes
your b-tch suck my d-ck and now i’m aiming for her glasses
used to think that mayonnaise was an instrument like patrick
hop up on a beat and i go iep r-t-rded
i don’t f-ck with walmart ’cause i always hit my target
i don’t f-ck with n-ggas, so they think i’m h0m-phobic
ballin’ on these n-ggas like my name was garet poling
i was in the field just like a n-gga, kunta kinte
knew she was a sl-t, i didn’t listen to her friends say
i just want the top, why is you takin’ all your clothes off?
b-tches shakin’ ass, i f-cked around and turned to kriss kross
i just f-cked a dyk- and afterwards, i said, “no h0m-”
your b-tch suck my d-ck and i recorded it in slo-mo
homie went to prison and his b-tch kept tryna f-ck me
i ain’t even do it ’cause that b-tch was kinda ugly
okay, i’m just kidding, she eat me up like some lunch meat
okay, i’m just kidding, she eat me up like a zombie
n-gga ran up on me, now his face on abercrombie
i was in moline, i didn’t listen to my mommy
ayy, didn’t listen to my mommy
didn’t listen to my mommy
[verse 2]
n-ggas goin’ out sad now, they be tryna beef about a b-tch
why the f-ck would you trust her when you know she out here doin’ d-cks?
in the crib tryna lay low, i don’t f-ck a f-ck about stitch
keep sippin’ on codeine, i see purple stuff when i p-ss
i done really came a long way from back when i was hitting l!cks
i done really came a long way, don’t believe me? n-gga, ask your b-tch
don’t believe me, n-gga, ask your b-tch
n-ggas mad that i’m lit
spent ten days in the hospital, know the opps happy i’m sick
i was stranded in mexico ’cause my wristw-tch called ice
n-ggas ain’t tryna knuckle up, so that’s why i gotta keep a pipe
no, my name ain’t tyrone, but i’m here to f-ck a n-gga’s wife
no, my name ain’t joe rogan, but i’m talking sh-t on this mic
b-tch n-gga tried to run down, be the last day of his life
remember back i was so broke, every day i used to hit stains
b-tch ain’t used to text back, now she f-ckin’ me for the fame
fell in love with an e-girl, so i had to stop playing the game
fell in love with an e-girl, almost made a n-gga go insane
keep poppin’ these percocets ’cause that’s the only thing that ease the pain
i know she don’t really love me, she be f-ckin’ n-ggas for the fame
pull up on an opp n-gga like, “do you know joy lane?”
huh, ridin’ through east moline, gotta keep it on me, n-ggas tryna smoke me, yeah
tried to f-ck on kelsey, she ran away like, “help me”
told her, “this ain’t healthy,” yeah
huh, tried to f-ck on luna, should’ve did it sooner, now she with the shooters, yeah
tried to f-ck on anny, i was off them xannys, she ain’t understand me, yeah
tried to f-ck on abby, she be off them addies, i can’t be her daddy, yeah
no, i will not text her, n-gga, i’m a flexer just like [?], yeah ([?])

- dave blunts

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