Danny Brown - Radio Song lyrics
Danny Brown [Daniel Dewan Sewell] Detroit, Michigan, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Danny Brown - Radio Song lyrics]
This is anti-clean rap, nigga
Where the green at? Risks I take
You'd swear I had the balls
The size of beanbags
Not what you're used to, bitch
I rep the Bruiser
And the label Fools Gold, jeans with medusas
Bitches wanna scoop us
Get pussy like loofahs y'all niggas losers
Cop clothes from them boosters
Hoes wanna choose up
Of course they gon' choose us
So though you need a stylist
Also you need a tutor
These stupid-ass niggas wouldn't know
What to do so they copy wack niggas
Guess what that makes you?
The game's so trendy
That's why these labels fail
'Cause they don't care about music
Just first-week sales
So they say you need a hit
A chart-topping single
That's why it's called commercial
Because you need a jingle
A smash club banger, play it all night long
You never get on without a radio song
So this my radio song this my radio song
She wanna ride the wave
Watch me do my swag surf
Party like a rockstar
Never bought a makeup purse
Songs with no feelings
But she feel my thing on her
Stripper with a leaky ceiling
I'ma make it rain on her
Taught me how to Dougie
I'd rather see you jerk
Until it's skeet-skeet on the
Walls and her shirt
She'd rather hear a love song
About what she getting
But not from Danny Brown, 'cause bitch
I ain't tricking do the pretty girl rock
And even though you ugly
Getting dirty money, but bitch, I ain't Puffy
Ice cream paint job, semi with the hemi
Heavy-duty Chevy, not a Bimmer
Benz or Bentley
There's no originality, carbon-copy singles
He made "Black and Yellow"? I'ma
Make "Black and Emo"
That's why these wack rappers
They never last long
Don't care about music, just radio songs
So they say you need a hit
A chart-topping single
That's why it's called commercial
Because you need a jingle
A smash club banger, play it all night long
You never get on without a radio song
So this my radio song this my radio song
Where the green at? Risks I take
You'd swear I had the balls
The size of beanbags
Not what you're used to, bitch
I rep the Bruiser
And the label Fools Gold, jeans with medusas
Bitches wanna scoop us
Get pussy like loofahs y'all niggas losers
Cop clothes from them boosters
Hoes wanna choose up
Of course they gon' choose us
So though you need a stylist
Also you need a tutor
These stupid-ass niggas wouldn't know
What to do so they copy wack niggas
Guess what that makes you?
The game's so trendy
That's why these labels fail
'Cause they don't care about music
Just first-week sales
So they say you need a hit
A chart-topping single
That's why it's called commercial
Because you need a jingle
A smash club banger, play it all night long
You never get on without a radio song
So this my radio song this my radio song
She wanna ride the wave
Watch me do my swag surf
Party like a rockstar
Never bought a makeup purse
Songs with no feelings
But she feel my thing on her
Stripper with a leaky ceiling
I'ma make it rain on her
Taught me how to Dougie
I'd rather see you jerk
Until it's skeet-skeet on the
Walls and her shirt
She'd rather hear a love song
About what she getting
But not from Danny Brown, 'cause bitch
I ain't tricking do the pretty girl rock
And even though you ugly
Getting dirty money, but bitch, I ain't Puffy
Ice cream paint job, semi with the hemi
Heavy-duty Chevy, not a Bimmer
Benz or Bentley
There's no originality, carbon-copy singles
He made "Black and Yellow"? I'ma
Make "Black and Emo"
That's why these wack rappers
They never last long
Don't care about music, just radio songs
So they say you need a hit
A chart-topping single
That's why it's called commercial
Because you need a jingle
A smash club banger, play it all night long
You never get on without a radio song
So this my radio song this my radio song