song by Jered Sanders
Boys on the Radio lyrics

So you think a nigga don't go hard
Yeah, you niggas must chief like tato
Don't stop like a misplaced toupee
Ball hard, no jays like rondo
When I'm heavy star
Nice whip and I'm clean like censorship
And my cut clean and my swipe good
And I can't make sense of it
And I got my jays on, concords in my Concorde in my Converses
Conscious of my concepts ??
Some niggas talk slick from a sick mind??
Nigga, I got hook like a postal
Full of bread, nigga, loaf, get your toast up
Either way, for the change or the grain
Only cool petty niggas turn fruit like a roll up
Oh, love, snap back with a rubber band
Speak truth like a preacher in a bullpen
Said do it like flower bombs, said I preferred tulips
Playboy, gotta break heart pronto
Now you in a grip moaning like Alonzo
Said real recognize real, don't it?
So why the hell am I around these John Does?
Hold up, get the close up
Post up, get the coffee, the post op
Poster with your bedroom on it
What? Niggas mad that you chose us?
Baby girl, like Usain, I sprint home
Feeling like we've been out of touch, no connect
I know you may not be for my joggings
Sport metaphor but I picked and rolled on that nice spot
Giving golden, that lex door??
Easier than simple math, grandma said
Used to be a time where the restaurants, they didn't sit the black
So my car is black, all black
When I back out, they backing off
Funny with all these racism, the highest limit is that black car, I want it

All the girls love THE BOYS ON THE RADIO
Put your hands up
All the girls love THE BOYS ON THE RADIO
Put your hands up
All the girls love THE BOYS ON THE RADIO
Put your hands up
All the girls love THE BOYS ON THE RADIO

Sing a nigga back to the actual, I'm about that life
One for the money but I pass GO twice
Niggas going bright but the dumb fly
So I'm dumb high like I just hit the astro twice
He want to be on for eons
But we all King Kong on him like Leon
So if the light bright or a green neon
Prime time and I'm like be on touch
Everybody hustling, busting back like Rosa Parks
The niggas get no remark to the same kind like Noah's ark
And no guard is difficult to fight ?? with my flight crew
And I suicide, back flip, divided this jet fact
If I drop without a parachute I plan ahead, I got a jet pack
I'm taking off and I'll make it, momma
Take my Grammy with a platinum black ?? like me and my niggas standing back to back
You know, life is like a big audition, tryna keep you calling back
Till I hit that shripping cash I'm gonna get me all of that
Drape my broad in Cartier, zip it till it's gone and yacked
Piss out all these sexy lanes with a snap back so where the ballers at?
I'm gone, one sixty dash hundred city racks
Chasing that cheddar, that easy mac, off that
Like I breathe for defense on daylight savings time
‘Cause it will get dark real early over niggas' offensive lines
Tryna keep a love for the underground where there's submarines so I record
Everybody wanna talk fly shit but they rap's plane so they all aboard
But let's be real, better not front or try to play me, though
You only try to be on ‘cause you heard me on that radio

All the girls love THE BOYS ON THE RADIO
Put your hands up
All the girls love THE BOYS ON THE RADIO
Put your hands up
All the girls love THE BOYS ON THE RADIO
Put your hands up
All the girls love THE BOYS ON THE RADIO