Fatima & Baron Outlet Publishing Inc. - Radikal lyrics

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Fatima & Baron Outlet Publishing Inc. - Radikal lyrics

[Mr. Man] Yo, everybody get down [b**bonic] Yo, you can't be mad at us man We just doin what you doin; you know, doin us n***as wanna hate and all that sh** man [Mr. Man] Everybody get down [b**bonic] There's a lot of money out here; get your hands on it Uhh, uhh, Most Wanted - you got to lay down, come on I'm that n***a who you wanna be Not y'all record deal, hot cars, only f** pop stars (whoo) Radikal b**hes, tongue pierced and the p**y If I fall for the b**h let me fall don't push me Hatin' a** n***a don't have a slick side Caught his eye lookin' my chain cause he don't dickride n***as ain't cool with Bonic n***as fear me And talk through the song so they b**h don't hear me Whattt! Let me find out n***as jealous Hot yo, the best controllers what can you tell us We H-O-T B-O-Y-S Taught you the sh** you know, so why test us Don't follow me that sh**'ll break your neck This week alone n***a I done ate your check Let my checkbook determine if I'm playin' in vain When you n***as boo it's cool cause you sayin' my name Come on! [Hook: Kelis] Is it the way I live and I got what you tryin' a get Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do-oo Is it the way I live and I got what you tryin' a get Or do I look so good that you don't know what to do-oo [Mr. Man] The cops don't wanna see my CL6 they wanna frisk me And young with this dough I get they wanna twist me You love Mr. "hi" oh now you wanna kiss me Either dead or me doing a bit, you gone miss me No can say or its too much love cause I'm richer When I used to push them things I flip quicker n***as wanna twist cause b**bonic and Mr Are cuttin big brothers and f** they little sister I hear Most Wanted this and Most Wanted that Mr. dead broke (and what else) Mr. can't rap Follow Mr. home with this gun on my lap And all that frontin' for your boys Will get you one in your back Ain't my fault that my dough comes fast and yours slower Exhale like Whitney Houston and look lower And I'm next to the boat and the c**aine rowers +Sea+ +Red+ when I split your head just like Noah, n***a! [Hook] [b**bonic] Yo, Lee Mr. a n***a couldn't hear me a price I'll catch a bullet for him like my chain of the rice Spit every last round I done gone for And k** you the listener if you come for Die for the n***a that's my dog forever Ho's be like damn why y'all always together Two things that I never had us be rich And that's you and another a** b**h (Mr. Man) b**bonic don't feed man I'll talk sh** for you Tell you take cover I swear get hit for you Get stitched up come back and spit for you Bring hot heels that make the sh** boil Ride for you homie till our bodies hit the soil Won't die for you they got it f**ed up Like chicks that need a perm their clit get touched up Peel off on the bike and pop the clutch up (what) [Kelis: repeat 4X] Haters, hate on Cause I'm a do what the f** is asked [b**bonic] You know, n***as don't want none man Anybody move closer I'm telling you one thing I'm ghetto no holster You n***as don't want no beef man I'm ruby for that sh** For real f** you n***as man I love b**hes money and traveling And you n***as ain't experienced that, you know (Get down and lay down) You n***as ain't experienced that man Y'all don't know what the f** money is man Money is when your bank account is the banks amount motherf**er You n***as got stashes, I stash money Overseas n***a, you don't want none, I'm a gangster man I'll take over your corner dressed in a suit And n***as wanna reach I lean and sharp shoot