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Let the radio speak baby listen to the sound |
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Put your hands up if you reppin' for your town |
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I'm coming from New York but I'm good in every city |
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So go on sing along if you people ridin' with me |
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Let the radio speak |
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If the radio could speak it'd probably say that I'm the baddest |
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I ain't talkin' about a state I mean the atlas |
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Now my fans call me moonwalk Jackson |
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Cause I be movin' forward even when I'm walking backwards |
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For real, I'm just trynna chill |
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But I got a look that paparazzi wanna steal |
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So you'll never see my pen jottin' on a deal |
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Unless a label offers me a Maserati and a mil |
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For real, I'm cold as an igloo |
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If you ain't getting paper man what type of player is you |
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If you got an issue you can bet that I won't diss you |
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Cause these rappers play with Glocks I play with mo'fuckin' missiles |
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Y'all know |
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I'm shinin' like whoa |
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My timing like fast |
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And your timing like slow |
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I got a thing for ladies that show up when I play my shows |
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Cause I make love to them through all of their radios |
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Let the radio speak baby listen to the sound |
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Put your hands up if you reppin' for your town |
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I'm coming from New York but I'm good in every city |
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So go on sing along if you people ridin' with me |
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Let the radio speak baby listen to the sound |
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Put your hands up if you reppin' for your town |
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I'm coming from New York but I'm good in every city |
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So go on sing along if you people ridin' with me |
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Let the radio speak |
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Can y'all hear it, can y'all hear it |
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Yo the radio's buzzin' |
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Talkin' about an artist that's the smartest and y'all love him |
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I serve that food for thought and y'all grub it, I be buggin' |
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Cause my studio's a kitchen and my booth's a fuckin' oven |
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But there's a line, so don't get out of order |
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I got a couple sharpshooters crowded by the border |
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Now it's been a while since y'all seen a young New Yorker |
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Whose flow is bigger than rappin' it's more like bodies of water |
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