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On The Radar (Freestyle)

 

On The Radar (Freestyle)


Is that Chris?
Stop playing with 'em, Riot

You a stranger, I feel like shit changed
I'm different, I don't feel the same
I'ma smoochie, like you cannot change me
Change the topic like you cannot blame me
Going up so I feel like they hate me
Oh, she gangsta? But she cannot face me
Hit her chatterbox, but I'm never switching
It don't matter, I know my shit different

In the end that I know that I'm good
Understand that I'm misunderstood
And the plan, get bruh out the hood
I be feeining to dump on a bitch
And I know that she bumping my shit
In the comments they eating my dick
Remember they didn't believe in a bitch
I be thinking 'bout me and you fucking
I be reading your text and I dub it
You be leading me on, I'm like, "Fuck it"
Act like you don't but I know that you love it
And you feeining, he know my name buzzing
From the Bronx, so I got it from nothing
I'm what they want so I got it, it's coming
I'm in front of the race that we running

You a stranger, I feel like shit changed
I'm different, I don't feel the same
I'ma smoochie, like you cannot change me
Change the topic like you cannot blame me
Going up so I feel like they hate me
Oh, she gangsta? But she cannot face me
Hit her chatterbox, but I'm never switching
It don't matter, I know my shit different

Damn, you was my heart, you a stranger
How you turn love into anger?
Like, you wanna fuck with that bitch from Decatur
Like, I don't want you, but bitch I'ma hater
And I put it on past me, I will fuck your bro, but I don't let him gas me
I got angels, they watching shit that I'm doing, there's nobody stopping
They say that I'm next, but it's cool 'cause I know that
Saying you love me, then show that
Old friends they watching sending me throwbacks
Soon as I make it, they know I can't go back
I got feelings, but I never show 'em
I don't talk about it, I just smoke it
Going through shit, I don't think, I just go 'em
Soon as I hop in the booth I'ma go 'em
Graa

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