Airplay lyrics

[Verse 1]
ABK Records, everybody wanna sign a deal
To impress me, you gotta rack a line of pills
You gotta have some big tits, wearin' nine-inch heels
And show us how the pus*y work, f*ck your rhyming skills
I’m walking in to Centrelink like "remember me?"
I’m rich now, I got a house you can rent for free
I’m only here from when you cut my f*ckin' payments
Back in two-thousand-and-eight and I ain’t say sh*t
Well this my payback, petrol on the front desk
Lit it up, thank you all, then I f*ckin' left
They see my getaway, I think it was an Audi
It could’ve been a Range Rover, I don’t know he’s out here
What kind of car was it? Man this sh*t is marvelous
I just popped like fifty pills and I was meant to halve the sh*t
f*ck your b*tch with a satty full of x pills
Now slit the bag so she trippin', I’m a mess still

[Hook]
b*tches get your tits out, put your f*ckin' hands up
All my real song just time for us to stand up
I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay
c*nt, clitoris, f*ck, I wasn’t meant to swear mate
b*tches get your tits out, put your f*ckin' hands up
All my real song just time for us to stand up
I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay
c*nt, clitoris, f*ck, I wasn’t meant to swear mate
[Verse 2]
So I was down the beach right, sittin’ on my beach towel
I heard a b*tch scream, it sounded like a big "ah"
I though "hmm, Kerser to the rescue?"
I let the b*tch drown, I had to use the restroom
No wonder parents ain’t let the kids listen up
Hey kids, sniff glue and you can say "c*nt"
Don’t listen to the teachers, don’t even stay in school
But if we talkin’ 'bout my daughter, we got different rules
She a princess and I have double standards
Okay my aim's done, I p*ssed off all the parents
What about the other night, I was eatin' mushrooms
I tripped the f*ck out and hit my missus with a dust broom
Mamma, God, I’m sorry babe, I don’t know what was happening
I know I promised you, I wouldn’t say it in a rap again
But I did as I wheelie on a push bike
I don’t even know these rappers' names or what they look like

[Hook]
b*tches get your tits out, put your f*ckin' hands up
All my real song just time for us to stand up
I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay
c*nt, clitoris, f*ck, I wasn’t meant to swear mate
b*tches get your tits out, put your f*ckin' hands up
All my real song just time for us to stand up
I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay
c*nt, clitoris, f*ck, I wasn’t meant to swear mate
[Verse 3]
This the part where I’m gettin’ on my sad stuff
And have a sook like "my life isn’t adding up"
Here’s a tablet bruh, look into the camera
Now take a photo, you’re lookin’ like an amateur
Shut the f*ck up, my rappin’ like a nail bomb
I'ma drop it all off at a nail salon
b*tches runnin’ now, you could say I nailed ‘em
And I wonder why the public keep hatin’ man

[Hook]
b*tches get your tits out, put your f*ckin' hands up
All my real song just time for us to stand up
I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay
c*nt, clitoris, f*ck, I wasn’t meant to swear mate
b*tches get your tits out, put your f*ckin' hands up
All my real song just time for us to stand up
I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay
c*nt, clitoris, f*ck, I wasn’t meant to swear mate