Rapping on radio

Justin Bieber Damn damn, JB Where the hell you’ve been? Yeah, I got a new necklace, diamonds Two big face Rollies, no I ain’t lyin’ Yeah, you say I’m crazy? Guess that makes two But I never knew that dreams really came true Started playin’ drums when I was only two Now we kick it in Japan Kung-fu So I’m headin for the gold I’m sweatin’ I swear Otis Redding will be oh, so ready I already got aheady of the game I’m with Kanny And we startin’ gettin’ many, I mean money Ridin’ in all black Benz with all black rims And we’re lookin’ at some tens Though our all black lenses (Wait I’m not done) (Wait wait) I thanked Jesus at the awards, I’m never goin’ to hell Call me Zack Morris, I’m savin’ you by the bell My girl says I’m perfect She just loves in a perfect person Perfectly personally I think she is perfectly perfect I get it done abundantly She want to get up on of me I swear that I got honey dees ‘Cause, baby, I’m a money tree So be my little honey, be my little bitty bunny I got honeys all up on me Baby, I just get it doney Possibly you probly thikin’ this type of swag’s impissible And ligically will probably, but you just take me lirically Try to fill me spiritually, get out your mind literally There’s a bigger me inside this little me Screamin’ out I should make history I am like a mystey Hated by jealousy, ’cause the envy me Run up on my enemies see if they remember me As soon as they remember be I wipe away their memory Can’t you see the private jets flyin’ over you? I didn’t even notice, but my focus on my photos Might be bogus, no they shouldn’t be a photoshoot It’s funny how you wanna take my picture And it’s like your fisrt time Playin’ with the camera, clamin’ that “it’s not mine” Just caml down You you don’t gotta hurry Don’t don’t be nervous You you don’t gotta worry And my fans are like my glasses Yeah, wïthout ’em I mïght be blurry