Jered Sanders - Boys on the Radio lyrics

rate me

So you think a nigga don't go hard

Yeah, you niggas must chief like tato

Don't stop like a misplaced toupee

Ball hard, no jays like rondo

When I'm heavy star

Nice whip and I'm clean like censorship

And my cut clean and my swipe good

And I can't make sense of it

And I got my jays on, concords in my Concorde in my Converses

Conscious over my concepts, I went conjugate and my con is perfect

Now I blew like a grip wall, some niggas talk slick from a sick mind

Some niggas play it safe like I covered, too

But I’d rather pick six when it’s hick time

Nigga, I got hook like a postal

Full of bread, nigga, loaf, get your toast up

Either way, for the change or the grain

Only cool petty niggas turn fruit like a roll up

Oh, love, snap back with a rubber band

Speak truth like a preacher in a pulpit

Said do it like flower bombs, said I preferred tulips

Playboy, gotta break heart pronto

Nutty in a grip moaning like Alonzo

Said real recognize real, don't it?

So why the hell am I around these John Does?

Hold up, get the close up

Post up, get the coffee, the post op

Poster with your bedroom on it

What? Niggas mad that you chose us?

Baby girl, like Usain, I sprint home

Feeling like we've been out of touch, no connect

I know you may not be for my joggings

Sport metaphor but I picked and rolled on that nice spot

Giving golden, that lex door, I’mma saw that, that boss hot, that limbo pass

Easier than simple math, grandma said

Used to be a time where the restaurants, they didn't sit the black

So my car is black, all black

When I back out, they backing off

Funny with all these racism, the highest limit is that black car, I want it

All the girls love the boys on the radio

Put your hands up

All the girls love the boys on the radio

Put your hands up

All the girls love the boys on the radio

Put your hands up

All the girls love the boys on the radio

Sing a nigga back to the actual, I'm about that life

One for the money but I pass GO twice

Niggas going bright but the dumb fly

So I'm dumb high like I just hit the astro twice

He want to be on for eons

But we all King Kong on him like Leon

So if the light bright or a green neon

Prime time and I'm like be on touch

Everybody hustling crack, busting back like Rosa Parks

The niggas get no remark to the same kind like Noah's ark

And no guard is difficult to fight through my height cool like Sanchez

Jet wrapped ‘cause I’m shrapped up with my flight crew

And I suicide, back flip, divided this jet fact

If I drop without a parachute I plan ahead, I got a jet pack

I'm taking off and I'll make it, momma

Take my Grammy with a platinum black

I’m a saw, measure my height like me and my niggas standing back to back

You know, life is like a big audition, tryna keep you calling back

Till I hit that shripping cash and I'm gonna get me all of that

Drape my broad in Cartier, zip it till it's gone and yacked

Piss out all these sexy lanes with a snap back so where the ballers at?

I'm gone, one sixty dash hundred city racks

Chasing that cheddar, that easy mac, off that

Like I breathe for defense on daylight savings time

‘Cause it will get dark real early over niggas' offensive lines

Tryna keep a love for the underground where there's submarines so I record

Everybody wanna talk fly shit but they rap's plane so they all aboard

But let's be real, better not front or try to play me, though

You only try to be on ‘cause you heard me on that radio

All the girls love the boys on the radio

Put your hands up

All the girls love the boys on the radio

Put your hands up

All the girls love the boys on the radio

Put your hands up

All the girls love the boys on the radio