Drake And Central Cee Freestyle Lyrics – On The Radar

Drake And Central Cee Freestyle Lyrics (2023): is latest English rap song sung by Drake, Central Cee with music of this brand new song is given by On The Radar Radio Team while Drake & Central Cee Freestyle (On The Radar) lyrics are written by Drake & Central Cee. The music video released by On The Radar Radio YT channel.

Drake And Central Cee Freestyle Lyrics - On The Radar

Drake Central And Cee Freestyle Lyrics

On The Radar, 2023
6 G-O-D and my broski 2C
You know what it is
It’s a madness and badness combination
Yeah!, Ayy!, grrr!

On Morningside got no stick in the ride
If I take flicks with the guys
I gotta put emojis over like 3 faces
‘Cause the feds can’t see those eyes
People I shouldn’t be beside
When I was an actor they would go Stratford
Just to sell food on Bieber’s side
Plenty reasons why I’m this way, my girl
That’s just one reason why
Seen you around at Sotto, enough man, baby
You love on some eediat guys
Obedient guys, jokers and comedian guys
You know I’m likе 6’2″ in the right shoe, love
But you lovе on some medium guys

I wanna keep you on the beach ’til 6 A.M.
So you see sunrise
Seen you from the stage in the 100
These must be eagle eyes
Pressing against me, thinking ’bout entry
Know you could tell it’s a decent size
You wanna know the real me, girl
Say you wanna see deep inside
If Chubb’s has on a Chanel side bag
You don’t wanna see him reach inside
‘Cah we know some demon guys
With jealous and evil eyes
You know that’s how Jesus died
You know that’s how Julius Caesar died
I bet they were decent guys
I swear they remind me of me sometimes

I’m tryna be under your breasts like peas and rice
You never get treated nice
Fool you once, that’s fine
But you look dumb if you let them repeat it twice
200 million on the table
I hope I’m able to get this agreement signed
Told you I needed time
But really the truth is I don’t believe in time
Feel like I been here over a thousand years
Like since the medieval times
And I’m still just a cutthroat king
Even though this is recent times
A man might dead that we’re beefing with
But we don’t do grieving time
Fuck teasing time
If I come inside you, it’s breeding time

So much for idols, KMT with the eye roll
Knew that I made it
When I had drivers holding my last name up in arrivals
Cench might need vaccine when he see
How this video start going viral
If Lita’s there, then the mash is there
With grains in there like silos
The morning rain clouds up my window
I swear I feel like Dido
J A U M, how it looks when man
Put you in a jam like typos
Negotiation, ask her for 20% of the company
That’s my final
Realistic to shit, my N15 like
I’m going through Tottenham High Road
If it’s beef, i’ll get that shade from bread and
Grease like I’m making giros, or I’m making gyros
So much for all these heroes
The numbers are good with me as long as
It’s comma then 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0, 0
Pass me a glass of the vino
If a girl try take my Rolex to buy some Valentino
I tell baby M what she did to the kid
That eyeliner like emo
She didn’t rock my clothing line
When we had one shirt to go with the jeans though
Now man like me and Clint can afford those whips
Like Gran Torino, Grrr!

Crocodile tears she ain’t even crying
Why you swearing to God
You don’t even believe in Christ
What you saying wallahi for
You ain’t been on your deen
You’ve been eating swine, nah
I ain’t the man of your dreams
Now you wish that you stayed with your previous guy
It used to be 3.5s, now I can sell out the 2 arena twice
Don’t ask what the fee looks like
Don’t believe all the media hype
Like eighty percent of these people lying
Who can I ask when I need advice
I gotta work hard, it’s me who provides
Email Y-Beeez for the feature look

What goes up must come down
So when you’re in the air, prepare for the landing
I did everything that I could for my hood
So how do they say I don’t care for the mandem
Crib so big, I might get out of breath
If I walk too quick up the stairs in the mansion

They weren’t there for the action
Tryna round up three hundred Spartans
We going to war but we ain’t in Athens
Everything won’t go to plan
That’s not how it goes, I’m afraid shit happens
Rap boy on a footballers wage
I’m on the same pay as the players at Dallas
What’s making the haters jealous?
I’m thinking the AP’s eighteen karats
They call me my government name in Harrods, uh
This one ratchet, don’t even know who her baby dad is, ah
If I cum inside, I won’t leave ’til I see her take the tablet, nah

He mention my name ’cause he wanted some fame
And he ain’t established Huh, alright
You know the verse gon’ hit when you hear that adlib
Come a long way, I was sellin’ them opium on my lonely
But I’m not Ken Carson
I’m a hood, red hot, red dot on my head
In my hood, I’m a target
So driver, stay in the whip while I jump out quick
Don’t park it
I can lean out the window and horn it
I’m on the same pay as the players at Charlotte
Big fish in this thing, no armbands like a back stroke
I swim in that shark tank
Drop me in the jungle, tree-to-tree
Start swinging like Tarzan
24 inch on the rims on the Benz
I’m doing donuts and skidding on tarmac (Huh)
Sick of these high-rise buildings, flip the script
Now I’m living on farmland (Huh)

Hmmm, grr!
Alright Alright

Written by: Drake,Central Cee

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Drake Central And Cee Freestyle Song Info:

Song: Drake Central And Cee Freestyle
Singer(s): Drake, Central Cee
Musician(s): On The Radar Radio
Lyricist(s): Drake, Central Cee
Label(©): On The Radar Radio