Top Songs By Radio Tom
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Christopher Thomas
Songwriter
Lyrics
Pay homage to a real one
Been numb to the pain so i don’t even feel none
I done shared my truth so you **** can’t reveal none
People been out here bugging i don’t find the appeal of it
Make a deal of it
Front line with all my **** steady mean mugging
If we talking scoring women I’m the bradley beal of it
A bucket, you better tuck it
Menace out in the public
Problems ain't getting published
I studied the understudies, your only option to love me
Up for adoption I’m mixing the toxins it’s getting ugly
These imposters becoming impossible to discuss me
It disgust me, you **** ain't bussin
Unless we talking tables at the restaurants,fuck your elegance this the renaissance of the elephants
King of the jungle make you tumble into irrelevance
Hard to stay humble when you constantly getting televised
Starting they trouble, bout to double up, hope you is advised
I’m feeling like the illest in the room
I ain't never number two, it’s just me and all the real ones
I bet them people feeling like some fools
Counted out too soon, know exactly how you feel bruh
I’m feeling like the illest in the room
I ain't never number two, it’s just me and all the real ones
I bet them people feeling like some fools
Counted out too soon, know exactly how you feel bruh
Flipping shit , still see per diem off an old pack
Negative feelings tell that bitch **** hold that
Ate that pussy good yea that box that’s my old snack
Speaking in codes, fuck feds, Phone Hijack
Hoes love me, had her wetter than Katrina
Hurricane season, pussy steaming like a tea cup
Juggling traps, wallets bigger than a D Cup
Bitches pants become a lake everytime they see us
Greet us , margaritas to the flyest senorita
Meet us, Urethra pussy swinging sweeter
Can't defeat us, Radiator size of my heater
Don’t believe us, your heart know you weaker
Dope boy rental, my hustle monumental
**** breath stink, they don’t do dental
She spelled her name on my neck like a number 2 pencil
Falling for your boy it ain’t accidental
I’m feeling like the illest in the room
I ain't never number two, it’s just me and all the real ones
I bet them people feeling like some fools
Counted out too soon, know exactly how you feel bruh
I’m feeling like the illest in the room
I ain't never number two, it’s just me and all the real ones
I bet them people feeling like some fools
Counted out too soon, know exactly how you feel bruh
Written by: Christopher Thomas