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lpb poody - radio boyz lyrics

radio boyz

i cannot miss, beam on the glock, came with a d+ck, look

chorus
i got zero tolerance, cuz i ain’t goin for sh+t/
all it takes is one phone call, to get a n!gg@ hit/
2 or 3 or 4 n!gg@s swing by the fif/
cup of lean in his drake, how he make his sh+t flip/
forty hop scotch, it make your heart skip/
beam on the glock, so i can not miss/
radio boyz cuz we spin like a disc/
i want everybody dead, they gone all shoot and p+ss/

verse 1
i want static with whoever, no we ain’t copin sh+t/
claimin he a steppa, but really is a b+tch/
if the feds bend the block, then i’m a jump the fence/
so if you gеt caught, just play like i don’t exist/ (at all)
no nba but i just wanna ball/
beforе you walk, you gotta know how to crawl/
keepin my distance with my back against the wall/
cuz i’ve been through it all, they hopin that i fall/
i’ve been on the edge, hope a p+ssy n+gga temp me/
fluhin out my sins, now i’m empty/
they need to free that track star, i’m talkin quickly/
gotta watch what i be sayin, before the feds come and get me/
beat it up the first round, i’m sure she won’t forget me/
i can’t be your bobby, she get nothin i’m talkin whitney/
i’m the choosin one, already picked before they sent me/
it’s like i’m living in a dream, somebody pinch me/
but it’s been going down, like the south better take a bow/
stay the f+ck from round, sh+t been wet cuz it’s been a drought/
send it through paypal, tell um go and they’ll spin right now/
celebration when they see you out, go to clappin like pow/
ain’t no callin out, no you can’t pay me just to stand down/
i can’t wait to catch another n!gg@ slippin, then its man down/
battle of the bands, all these sticks brought the bands out/
and if i tell um step, yeah they gone step so what you sayin now/
chorus
i got zero tolerance, cuz i ain’t goin for sh+t/
all it takes is one phone call, to get a n!gg@ hit/
2 or 3 or 4 n!gg@s swing by the fif/
cup of lean in his drake, how he make his sh+t flip/
forty hop scotch, it make your heart skip/
beam on the glock, so i can not miss/
radio boyz cuz we spin like a disc/
i want everybody dead, they gone all shoot and p+ss/

verse 2
put a d+ck off in you ear, cuz n!gg@ f+ck what ya heard/
if it’s smoke off in your lungs, then gone bend the curb/
in order for to long, now it’s getting on my nerves/
i told my n!gg@s dem to chill, but they been waitin for the word/
soooo i tell um go, if i got it then he ask for it/
i won’t tell um no, free my n!gg@s up the road/
chad and justin at da doe, dam bra i was suppose to keep that on a low/
they only got a couple moe/

- lpb poody lyrics

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