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letra de on the radar freestyle - legendary rella

[verse 1]
boy, you been stuck in my head
move wrong, had to leave him on read
don’t wanna do nothin’, i’m stuck in my bed
you told me you love me, ain’t mean what you said
you f-ckin’ with b-tches that leave you for dead
did me wrong, gave my love, i don’t cred’
best friends, we was daedae and craig
chasin’ clout, should’ve kept me instead
[chorus]
rella bands, know i’m down for whatever
broke my heart, guess he thinkin’ he clever
new b-tch, yeah, i’m back and i’m better
too fly, i ain’t holdin’ vendettas
one tap, crunk pullin’ the leather
movin’ wrong, cut him off, had to sever
new b-tch who trash when i met her
too dry, yeah, i know that i’m wetter

[verse 2]
gave you my heart and you broke it in two
i tried to move on but i’m thinkin’ of you
your shadows at night still walk through my room
i like to fight, but this battle i lose
i need a boy, i’m a female loom
he wanna link but it’s way too soon
your mans wanna eat and i get him in tune
know i’m a girl, deep down i’m a goon

[chorus]
rella bands, know i’m down for whatever
broke my heart, guess he thinkin’ he clever
new b-tch, yeah, i’m back and i’m better
too fly, i ain’t holdin’ vendettas
one tap, crunk pullin’ the leather
movin’ wrong, cut him off, had to sever
new b-tch who trash when i met her
too dry, yeah, i know that i’m wetter

[intro]
you think callie and tubman was walkin’ around in a f-ckin’ nice shiny f-ckin’ dress on with a f-ckin’ crown on her head?
when she was takin’ slay?
oh my god, imagine someone spinnin’ home mumblin’ and cacklin’ instead of payin’
payin’ they motherf-ckin’ sh-t

[verse]
pull up with my b-tches, we come in a pack
dump on a ho how i dump on a track
name in they mouth, i know i’m a—
all you are b-tches who f-ck for a rack
she tryna run up on who? go ahead and come test yo’ luck
that b-tch a chicken, that ho ’bout to cluck
like me a gangster, shootin’ a clutch
he ate my p-ssy, he l!ck like a dutch
i’m the voice for the b-tches that shakin’ and l-st
done with the u, he back on the bus
i need the funds, give a f-ck about trust
you don’t know me, n-ggas is phony
roll me a— he thinkin’ he on me
diamonds is black, i’m feelin’ like connie
he got them racks, then he better show me
chill with the percs, how the f-ck you gon’ zone me?
always in louis, how you gon’ coach me?
chill with the percs, how the f-ck you gon’ zone me?
always in louis, how you gon’ coach me?
x talkin’ crazy, i’m f-ckin’ his opp
they think it’s his, but it’s really my glock
he broke my heart and i heard he got shot
he on my d-ck but i don’t got a c-ck

[intro]
(it’s kosfinger, baby)
(it’s kosfinger, baby)
i’m gonna find you, and take it slow

[verse 1]
i’m all high, like b-tch, is you ready or not?
where you was at when i was bendin’ your block
i’m talkin’ hot, that’s unlimited shots
only “ps” n-ggas pushin’ is panickin’, pov
gun never jam, she get p with the knock
and i’m never p-ssy, like b-tch, we could box
same b-tches that chat be runnin’ to cops, like stop
i’ma star and these b-tches be wishin’
barely got friends ’cause these b-tches be switchin’
whenever i spit, n-ggas sit up and listen
i’m from [?] and i don’t do no dissin’
like, never duckin’ no smoke, i’ma air it out
speak on my name, and i ain’t finna clear it out
talk in a circle, i pull up and i square it out
b-tches talk beef and they want me to hear ’em out
i thank god every night
when i was a little girl i used to pray for this life
stray true to myself, i’m good with the hype
like i mean what i say when i talk in this mic’
and i never miss any song that i make
shot that i take is a hit
when you see me, better run, not trip
[?] that’s ready to clip, like

[bridge]
here i come, you can’t hide
i’m gonna find you, and take it slowly
ready, or not?

[verse 2]
stay dripped in designer
dropped ten bands, had the ice on my collar
remember those times grippin’ change for a dollar
all them times made me stronger and smarter
i been takin’ sh-t slow
gettin’ high just to balance my lows
perfectin’ my pen and just countin’ this dough
now that i’m up, b-tches mad in my glow
i’m done makin’ a scene, i’ma give ’em a—
like these b-tches be buggin’
they think we get paid just to sit on the internet, stop it
i asked out online, i don’t give ’em no lovin’
everybody was dissin’ on d-ck ’cause i’m buzzin’
say i do it for clout, but, how you do it?
how you talk sh-t with my d-ck in your mouth?
n-ggas get signed, and cop change amiris
before i do that, get mom a new house
had to come on the radar
like they state troopers, i’m all on your radar
the winnin’ sh-t easy, i don’t got to play hard
been droppin’ five figures, don’t answer my racer
like, b-tch, is you dumb? stupid? or, what?
alll my opps on c-ck, i’m still untouched
pretty and ghetto, gangster and barbie
matte lipgloss, put the gun in clutch
been eatin’ these b-tches the way that i sh-t
he know i’m a demon the way that i spit
hundred thou’ for my n-gga, i’m lettin’ it rip
put his heart in my hand ’cause he know i’m legit

- legendary rella

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