Drake & Central Cee "On The Radar" Freestyle (Lyrics)

🎧 drake central cee on the radar lyrics
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🎤 Lyrics:
Yeah
On The Radar 2023
6 G-O-D, man, broski, 2C
Know what it is
Some madness and badness
Combination
Yeah, ayy, grr
On morning side, 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 way
Seen you around at Soto, enough man, baby
You love on some idiot guys
Obedient guys, jokers and comedian guys
You know I’m like 6 foot 2 in the right shoe, love
But you love on some medium guys
I wanna keep you on the beach ’til 6 am so you see sunrise
Seen you from the stage in the 100s, these must be eagle eyes
Pressin’ against me, thinking ’bout entry, know you could tell it’s a decent size
You wanna know the real me, girl, so you wanna see deep inside
If Chubbs has on a Chanel side bag, you don’t wanna see him reach inside
‘Cause 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 doing decent guys
I swear they remind 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 still just a cutthroat king even though these is recent times
A man my dad that would be beefing with, but we don’t do grieving time
Fuck 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 they see how his vids start going viral
If leaders dead then the masters dead with the greens in there like Silos
The morning rainclouds 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 shit, my M15 like I’m going through Tottenham road
If it’s beef, I’ll get that shade from bread and grease like I’m making gyros
Or I’m making euros
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, then some Valentino
I tell baby M what she did to 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
Grr
Crocodile tears, she ain’t even crying
Why you swearing to God? You don’t even believe in Christ
What are you sayin’ Wallahi for?
You ain’t been on your deen, you’ve been eating swine
I ain’t the man of your dreams
Now you wish that you stayed with the previous guy
It used to be 3.5s, now I can sell 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 lying
Who can I ask when I need advice
I gotta work hard, it’s me who provides
Email for the feature
Look, what goes up must come down
So when you’re in the air, prepare for the landing
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 too quick in the stairs of the mansion
They weren’t there for the action
Tryna round up
If we going to war
Everything will go to plan
That’s now how it goes, I’m afraid shit happens
Rap boy on a footballers wage
I’m on the same pay as the players in Dallas
What’s making the haters jealous
I’m thinking the APs, eight in karats
They call me my government name, uh
This one ratchet don’t even know who her baby dad is
If I come inside her I won’t leave ’til I see table(Nah)
He mention my name ’cause he wanted some fame and he ain’t established, huh
Alright, you know the verse gon’ hit when you hear the adlib
Come a long way, I was selling that opium on my lonely but I’m not Ken Carson
I’m a hoodbred hot bread, throwing my head in my hood, I’m a target
So drive out stay in the whip
I can lean out the window
I’m on the same pay as the players in Charlotte
Big fish in this thing, no shotgun
Drop me in the jungle, tree to tree, start swinging like Tarzan
Twenty four inch on the rims on the Benz
I’m doing donuts and skidding on Tarmac (Huh)
Sick of these high rise buildings, flip the script now I’m living on Farmland
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