English Songs

I need to get some satisfactionWanna feel some real attractionNeed a chemical chain reactionWanna feel good I wanna feel goodI need to get some satisfactionWanna feel some real attractionNeed a chemical chain reactionWanna feel good I wanna feel good Good good good good good good goodYou make me feel you make me feel you make

She the type to blow just like c4Fiend for the D like I was givin her DOPE(That shit still clappy tho)(That shit still clappy tho) YeahBad hoe getterReal P pushaBad hoe fuckerI get turnt up when I’m fuckin these sluttiesCall me Mr.DropthatbagandgetshitdoneonniggasCall me Mr.PopoutsidewithallthebitcheswimmeCall me Mr.Moneygetter, bulletproof ripperCall me Mr.PopmyshitlikeabrandnewpimpleYou know she ain’t fuck with

Niggas in the gettin’ set back—nahThey callin’ him failurePull up on buddy like click-clack—baowI done tried tellin’ ’emAll of this time that Kodak Black—yeahAin’t havin’ no managerNow, a young nigga done manifest—uhI need me a manager Land on a niggaI went to crawlin’—tarantulaOrange stolen AudiNigga got it at the gas station—uhI was —uhNow, look at

HeyHaaland, HaalandJust transferred to Clash of ClansDrafted by a BarbarianHa-Ha-Ha-Haaland HeyHaaland, HaalandCame to us unwillinglyHe’s here to beat our enemyHa-Ha-Ha-Haaland HeyHaaland, HaalandChampion born, Norwegian ladNow with a Giant at his sideHa-Ha-Ha-Haaland Hey!Haaland, HaalandHello, Haaland Haaland, HaalandWith him, no defences standAnd we’ll conquer any landHa-Ha-Ha-Haaland HeyHaaland, HaalandComing to crush all your wallsSteal elixir, take your goldHa-Ha-Ha-Haaland

La, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-daLa, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da, da-da I will not mourn the hoursWhen waking, I did dreamMy shoulder and your shadow andThe golden seam betweenWhile at my loom a-weavingMy tapestries of lightYou placed your hand on mineAnd there was spun a web of nightWeb of night

Igh If you keep the house in the family, you can keep the family in the houseIf you on the run, you got family in the SouthWe used to watch “Annie, Are You Okay?” on the couchMy cousin used to slam me ’til I punched him in the mouthMy aunty used to cook for twenty

Dark red room, found you through the fumesDancin’ like it’s just us twoThat’s my muse, kissin’ on the roofI think we should make our move ‘Cause you got me feeling rightLeft the party runnin’ wildYou know we’d be fire, I can see it in your eyes We don’t play nice, l-l-love bitesFeel your teeth on

Know I got the wave, I don’t even swim, hold onYeah, it’s lit(Great John on the beat, by the way)Look Yeah, your boy back, everything lit (Everything lit)Yeah, it’s lit (Yeah, it’s lit)Yeah, it’s lit (Yeah, it’s lit)Yeah, it’s litShe know I got the wave, I don’t even swim, hold onAnd it’s lit (And it’s

In the—, in the—, in the—In the club, at the barBuy a drink, take a shotSpill a bit, lick it upEyes on me, that’s what you wantIn the car, in my flatClothes come off, I’m so wetTouch me, tease me, take me offFuck me up, repeat, encoreYeahFuck me up, repeat, encore—CoreFuck me up Again and