Asher Roth - Pop Radio Lyrics

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Bruce hit me up quarter past a digit
Had the freaking fortitude to ask me if I'm with it

Well of course yeah I'm sure are you kidding?
I mean it's only fitting shit I do it for a living
When you sing a song in sixpence pocket full of rye
Mr. Bread winner take a slice of humble pie
Sit on down and listen you won't have to wonder why
Hit Atlantis in the spring spent my summers out in Oz
On that baw with a baw da bang da bang
Man it's so strange we all came from orangutans
Now we got names shiny things and bang the bangs
Stay in young lane young man don't you change a thing
We gonna get high if you wanna it's my birthday party
Now I ride in excursions and I call shotty
Bang tap slang slap entertain with the brain rap
Wanted new frames and engraved you should arrange that
Great dames guard the strains and the rain stash
Ain't playing' games paid in cash with the grain stack?
Stay black, wait let me rephrase that
Give it to you straight never stray let 'em play hash

Pop radio
Pop radio
Pop radio
Hear us coming'
Now they running fo' the door

Lock stock two barrels smoking a stogie
You call it a sub my homies call it a hoagie
Turn around like we just did the hokey pokey
Low key flow rope a dope keeps it grown Steve Aoki
I was OED Chanel and cheap Chanel
Jeez at least release the beats with Pharrell
I mean for real you just peace and leave your cell
Took the keys from Alicia even beast kiss and tell
That's the Bell beauty owned by Drew Hill
Got them red shells ready and I'm coming for the kill
If that plan fails well then shit you front the bill
If they drop me from the label I'll be selling for a mil
Never leaving home without 'em
Lost them in the couch
Looked around and then I found them
Make your momma proud
Make your father even prouder
Play the newest Roth
Make the volume even louder
Like at the pool all the kids who call me powder
Cause my skin is the same color as clam chowder
Branch out I'll splatter your grey matter
When I'm late for a date
Drink tea with the sane hatter

Pop radio
Pop radio
Pop radio
Hear us coming'
Now they running fo' the door

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