English Songs

Glory GangOn Foenem RadioGo ’til you can’t fuckin’ go no more, nigga Pull up your chair, it’s time to eat, boyBetter keep that money, better hope it don’t leave, boyOctober Forgiatos, look like Halloween, boyYou can be the prince of Chiraq, I’m the king, boyKids love a nigga ’cause the joy a nigga bring, boyGot […]

Uh, hundred dollar billThat’s like a little fight I’ve been going through changesAnd I feel so elatedTo be here in your big blue world I know I’m not your favoriteBut I like when you say itI don’t need you to be my girl Oh well I went to the storeAnd saw you thereAnd then you

No excuseSent my love away, and now I’m so confusedTried so hard to leave, and now I wanna get backI wanna getcha backWanna come to you No embraceNo one there to kiss me when I end my daysTried so hard to run, and now I wanna get backI wanna get backWanna run to you But

You niggas been hatin’ way too long, yeah, yeahToo grown, I bought that—, ohYeahThat’s a good one, PeteYeah, yeah I went to AP, spent two hundred K, they sold me the frost, rainbow faceThey hope I fall off, ain’t no wayI might be alright, but it ain’t okayNiggas got left, niggas went right, I went

Trauma you put me through, a loveless sufferingWith years of betrayal filling my veins up with all of the agony A false idol, a ruination of hope Trauma you put me through, a loveless sufferingWith years of betrayal filling my veins up with all of the agony The smile on your face makes me fucking

What’chu want?I want eight grandBang, bang (Foenem Radio, bitch)Bang, bangBang, bangBang, bangBang, bangBang (Ayy), bangBang, bangBang, bangBangNigga, you a Nicki mixtape cover, you a suckerYou can’t even read, you’re a stupid motherfucker(You’re a stupid motherfucka)You can’t even read Out here, banded up (Ayy), out here, banded up (Ayy)Out here, banded up (Ayy), out here, banded

I pulled up to the party like damnI’m a motherfuckin’ player, what the fuck is a bride?I’m a wolf, so I walk around and growl at the moon(Glory Gang)I don’t be fuckin’ with these bitches, rather hang with my guysYour mama should’ve pushed your broke ass back inside of the womb(Home of the Glory Gang)Hoes

Mmm, yeahOoh, ooh, oohYeah Put that shit on like AB, ballin’ on them like KDI’ma need me a straitjacket, “Why?” ‘Cause I’m goin’ crazyShe wanna be my Queen Bey, want me to be her JAY-ZBitch asked me for a Jeep, told her, “This Maybelline, bitch, that’s maybe”So, when you goin’ to the top? Lil’ bro

All this time you’ve just been counting downMaking plans for when you’re not aroundAnd taking shells out of this loaded gunScreaming out until my voice is numb So just say you want out and we canStop all this pain nowHow many seasons you’re not aroundI spread your ashes onto the ground All this time you’ve

(Sosa on the beat) I be smokin’ on that reefer ’til I pass the fuck outLet your bitch ass in the club, you get dragged the fuck outCaught that bitch up in my stash, she got smacked the fuck outBack up in the parking spot, no time to back the fuck outYou can gamble with