On The Radar Freestyle Lyrics by Drake & Central Cee is newly English song with music also given by them. On The Radar Freestyle song lyrics are written by Drake & Central Cee.
On The Radar Freestyle Song Detail
| Song Name: | On The Radar Freestyle |
| Singer: | Drake, Central Cee |
| Composer: | Drake, Central Cee |
| Lyrics by: | Drake, Central Cee |
| Music Label: | DCC Records |
On The Radar Freestyle Lyrics
Yeah, On The Radar, 2023
6 GOD and my broski 2C
You know what it is
It’s a madness and badness
Combination, yeah ayy
On Morningside, got no stick in the ride
If I take flicks with the guys
I gotta put emojis over like three faces
‘Cause the feds can’t see those eyes
People I shouldn’t be beside
When I was an actor, they would go Stratford
Just to sell food on Bieber’s side
Plenty reasons why I’m this way
My girl, that’s just one reason why
Seen you around at Sotto, enough man, baby
You love on some eediat guys
Obedient guys, jokers and comedian guys
You know I’m like 6’2 in the right shoe, love
But you love on some medium guys
I wanna keep you on the beach ’til 6 A.M. so you see sunrise
Seen you from the stage in the one hundreds, these must be eagle eyes
Pressin’ against me, thinkin’ ’bout entry, know you could tell it’s a decent size
You wanna know the real me, girl, say you wanna see deep inside
If Chubbs has on a Chanel side bag, you don’t wanna see him reach inside
‘Cah we know some demon guys with jealous and evil eyes
You know that’s how Jesus died, you know that’s how Julius Caesar died
I bet they were decent guys, I swear they remind me of me sometimes
I’m tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice, you never get treated nice
Fool you once, that’s fine, but you look dumb if you let them repeat it twice
Two hundred mill’ on the table, I hope I’m able to get this agreement signed
Told you I needed time, but really the truth is I don’t believe in time
Feel like I been here over a thousand years like since the medieval times
And I’m still just a cutthroat king even though this is recent times
A man might dead that we’re beefing with, but we don’t do grieving time
F**k teasing time, if I come inside you, it’s breeding time
So much for idols, KMT with the eye roll
Knew that I made it when I had drivers holding my last name up in arrivals
Cench might need vaccine when he see how this vid’ start going viral
If Lita’s there, then the mash is there with grains in there like silos
The morning rain clouds up my window, I swear I feel like Dido
J A U M, how it looks when man put you in a jam like typos
Negotiation, ask her for twenty percent of the company, that’s my final
Realistic to sh!t, my N15 like I’m going through Tottenham High Road
If it’s beef, I’ll get that shade from bread and grease
like I’m making giros, or I’m making gyros
So much for all these heroes
The numbers are good with me as long as it’s comma
Then zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero
Pass me a glass of the vino
If a girl try take my Rolex to buy some Valentino
I tell baby M what she did to the kid, that eyeliner like emo
She didn’t rock my clothing line
When we had one shirt to go with the jeans though
Now man like me and Clint can afford those whips like Gran Torino
Crocodile tears, she ain’t even crying
Why you swearing to God
You don’t even believe in Christ
What you sayin’ wallahi for
You ain’t been on your deen
You’ve been eating swine, nah
I ain’t the man of your dreams
Now you wish that you stayed with your previous guy
It used to be 3.5s, now I can sell out the O2 arena twice
Don’t ask what the fee looks like
Don’t believe all the media hype
like eighty percent of these people lyin’
Who can I ask when I need advice
I gotta work hard, it’s me who provides
Email YBeeez for the feature, look
What goes up must come down
So when you’re in the air, prepare for the landin’
I did everything that I could for my hood
So how do they say I don’t care for the mandem
Crib so big, I might get out of breath
If I walk too quick up the stairs in the mansion
They weren’t there for the action
Tryna round up three hundred Spartans
We going to war but we ain’t in Athens
Everything won’t go to plan
That’s not how it goes, I’m afraid sh!t happens
Rap boy on a footballers wage
I’m on the same pay as the players at Dallas
What’s making the haters jealous
I’m thinking the AP’s eighteen karats
They call me my government name in Harrods, uh
This one ratchet, don’t even know who her baby dad is, nah
If I coom inside, I won’t leave ’til I see her take the tablet, nah
He mention my name ’cause he wanted some fame and he ain’t established
You know the verse gon’ hit when you hear that adlib
Come a long way, I was sellin’ them opium on my lonely, but I’m not Ken Carson
I’m a hood, red hot, red dot on my head, in my hood, I’m a target
So driver, stay in the whip while I jump out quick, don’t park it
I can lean out the window and horn it
I’m on the same pay as the players at Charlotte
Big fish in this thing, no armbands like a back stroke, I swim in that shark tank
Drop me in the jungle, tree-to-tree, start swingin’ like Tarzan
Twenty four inch on the rims on the Benz
I’m doing donuts and skidding on tarmac
Sick of these high-rise buildings, flip the script
Now I’m living on farmland
Hmm, grr alright
Alright (hahaha)
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