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dave blunts - on the radar freestyle lyrics

[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 lyrics

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