Yonas - Radio Flow ►http://vk.com/best_cr7.video◄ | Текст песни

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• Yonas
• Radio Flow ►http://vk.com/best_cr7.video◄

CHORUS:
Let the radio speak baby listen to the sound/
put your hands up if you’re reppin’ for your town/
I’m coming from New York, but I’m good in every city/
so go ‘on sing along if you people are riding with me, let the radio speak/

VERSE 1:
If the radio could speak it’d probably say that I’m the baddest/
and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout a state i mean the atlas/
now my fans call me moonwalk Jackson/
’cause I be movin’ forward even when I’m walkin’ backwards/ (for real)
I’m just tryna chill/
but I’ve got a look that paparazzi want to steal/
so you’ll never see my pen jotting on a deal/
unless a label offers me a Maserati and a Mill./ (for real)
I’m cold as an Igloo/
if you ain’t gettin’ paper man what type of player is you?/
if you’ve got an issue you can be that I won’t diss you/
’cause these rappers play with glocks, I play with muh fuckin’ missiles/
and y’all know/
I’m shining like woah/
my timing’s like fast, and your timing’s like slow/
I’ve got a thing for ladies that show up when I play my shows/
’cause I make love to them through all their radios/

CHORUS:
Let the radio speak baby listen to the sound/
put your hands up if you’re reppin’ for your town/
I’m coming from New York, but I’m good in every city/
so go ‘on sing along if you people are riding with me/
let the radio speak baby listen to the sound/
put your hands up if you’re reppin’ for your town/
I’m coming from New York, but I’m good in every city/
so go ‘on sing along if you people are riding with me, let the radio speak/

VERSE 2:
Can y’all hear it, can y’all hear it, yo the radio’s buzzin’/
talkin’ ’bout an artist that’s the smartest and y’all love him/
I serve that food for thought, and y’all grub it, I be buggin’/
’cause my studio’s the kitchen and my booth’s a fuckin’ oven/
but there’s a line/
so don’t get out of order/
I’ve got a couple sharp shooters crowded by the border/
now it’s been a while, since y’all seen a young New Yorker/
who’s flow is bigger than rap and it’s more like bodies of water!/ (woah)
I’m shining like woah/
my timing’s like fast, and your timing’s like slow/
I’ve got a thing for ladies that show up when I play my shows/
’cause I make love to them through all their radios/

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