English Songs

Why is it so goddamn hard to recognize my face?Is this only just a dream?Am I running out of time? Stressing all damn day‘Cause this world’s not what it seemsLooking for an exit, exit, exit, exitBefore I abstract to my kneesLooking for an exit, exit, exit, exitI won’t stop until I’m free, yeah Too far […]

HahahaInfinity, yeah I’ma player, I’ma play my gameI’ma slayer and I claim the fameFrontier, step up, step up, step up, step upCome here, get up, get up, get up, get up Maestro on the internet, workin’ up a sweatFire in the hole, now you’re gettin’ itTo the, to the, to the top spot, yeahWork this

I’m extraterrestrialFloatin’ through space like an alienI’m goin’ down like this, goin’ down like this, noI’m extraterrestrialFloatin’ through space like an alienGoin’ down like this, goin’ down like this, no Naughtified, do or dieSeein’ purple and I wish I died, afterlifeBeen on the hunt for who I’ve lovedMy kin, my kidOnly thing that matters is

I got a BBL, now I’m feeling like DrakeThis BBL is the best that I ever hadMy nigga, I’m loving this cakeI’m thicker than syrup, I’m thicker than butterBBL Drizzy the king of the summerDigBar/Kolossal, you know what we doMetro, just send us that beat when we throughI got a BBL the other dayMy doctor

(Enrgy, man, why you do that, man?)Bitch(You recordin’, Smerf?) Baby K, seventy-five rounds, I got it right nowRi, pass me a Perc’ 30, I’m tryna bite downHit a nigga bitch, her pussy stink, I wanna fight nowI drunk a six and erased all my music off of iCloudSix-four, supercharged engine, you hear the pipe growlBlowin’

(Ooh, shit, that’s a Danny G beat)(Ooh, Sav killed it)Damn, Sav Big-ass gun on my hip, I could drop a mooseI just sold a fake green egg to a ham, I’m Dr. SeussDo a drive by in a Hellcat, comin’ out the roofFucked your bitch, recorded it, I walked out with proofPockets swole, I just

Yeah(Primo Beats on the track)Let me pop this 30 real quickYeah Pop a Perc’, fuck a bitch like an animalI’ll jump out with the K actin’ like HannibalTrue as shit, y’all niggas ain’t doin’ shitThey like, “Rio, why you,” alrightThey like, “Rio, why you drink so much lean?” ‘Cause I’m used to itI was drinkin’

(Marc Boomin, this you?)What up, Marc Boomin? Yeah, we back again, niggaY’all know we finna walk, we don’t have to tell youGhetto Boyz shit, still grindin’, niggaYeah, y’all niggas can’t fuck with us, niggaWe the ones, niggaAlright Off-White shirt costs six hundred, I got ten of ’emAnd I bought ’em at one time, I got

(Marc Boomin, this you?)Ghetto Boyz shit, niggaStill grindin’ shit, nigga(Boomin need extras) In the hood right now with a hundred on meFour chains on now, why you lookin’ at me?In the drop-head Benz with the—Ahh, alrightI’m in the drop-head Benz with the Honey BadgerI’ll jump out this pretty bitch and get to bustin’ at youThere

(Ooh, Sav killed it) Put a nigga in a wood boxSix bodies one day, got the hood hotHalf a million just off rap, wish I would stopBitch, you can’t suck dick for shit, wish you would stopThousand rounds out that baby Drac’ got the wood hotThousand beans sent down the way, it made a good