Asher Roth - Pop Radio lyrics

rate me

Bruce hit me up quarter past a digit

Had the freaking fortitude to ask me if I'm with it

Well of course yeah I’m sure are you kidding?

I mean it’s only fitting shit I do it for a living

When you sing a song in sixpence pocket full of rye

Mr. Bread winner take a slice of humble pie

Sit on down and listen you won't have to wonder why

Hit Atlantis in the spring spent my summers out in Oz

On that baw with a baw da bang da bang

Man it’s so strange we all came from orangutans

Now we got names shiny things and bang the bangs

Stay in young lane young man don’t you change a thing

We gonna get high if you wanna it's my birthday party

Now I ride in excursions and I call shotty

Bang tap slang slap entertain with the brain rap

Wanted new frames and engraved you should arrange that

Great dames guard the strains and the rain stash

Ain't playing' games paid in cash with the grain stack?

Stay black, wait let me rephrase that

Give it to you straight never stray let 'em play hash

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Pop radio

Pop radio

Hear us coming'

Now they running fo’ the door

Lock stock two barrels smoking a stogie

You call it a sub my homies call it a hoagie

Turn around like we just did the hokey pokey

Low key flow rope a dope keeps it grown Steve Aoki

I was OED Chanel and cheap Chanel

Jeez at least release the beats with Pharrell

I mean for real you just peace and leave your cell

Took the keys from Alicia even beast kiss and tell

That's the Bell beauty owned by Drew Hill

Got them red shells ready and I'm coming for the kill

If that plan fails well then shit you front the bill

If they drop me from the label I'll be selling for a mil

Skills

Never leaving home without 'em

Lost them in the couch

Looked around and then I found them

Make your momma proud

Make your father even prouder

Play the newest Roth

Make the volume even louder

Like at the pool all the kids who call me powder

Cause my skin is the same color as clam chowder

Branch out I’ll splatter your grey matter

When I'm late for a date

Drink tea with the sane hatter

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Hear us coming'

Now they running fo’ the door