English Songs

(If Young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you)Drug dealer, caterpillars, ho choseDrug dealer, caterpillars, ten toes (8-808)Drug dealer, caterpillars, ice froze(I knew we could trust him)Drug dealer, caterpillars Ho chose my pimpin, I’m a real oneI’m with five thick strippers they some lesbiansYellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross eyedYou ain’t down for […]

Wheezy outta hereIt’s Pluto forever (Why don’t you trust me?)Yeah (If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot ya)All my life, I grew up, nigga All my life I grew up ’round some steppers and some killers (All my life, I grew up)All my life, I grew up ’round finessin’ drug dealers (Yeah, Pluto)All

I knew we couldn’t trust anybodyDon’t nobody know my struggle, don’t nobody know my struggle(This beat is so, so, Metro; Southside, ayy, you’re the best producer)It really hurt me to say it, it really hurt me to say it YeahDon’t nobody, don’t nobodyDon’t nobody, don’t nobodyDon’t nobody, don’t nobody know my struggleDon’t nobody know my

And it hurt to say itIt really hurt me to say itI can find a million Future clones all around the world (Yes)I don’t think there is any rapper that has influenced culture (I agree) and music (I agree) other than Future over the last decade (It’s— it’s)I think Future had influence, people want to

YeahOh, yeahYeahYeahLast name Pluto, first name whatever, you know what I’m sayin’?Yeah (Yeah, yeah)How I’m comin’ Twenty main bitches, I swear I’m from another planet (Pluto)I love all of ’em the same, we just like one big family (I swear)Yeah We goin’ an odyssey baby, you know we not supposed to be here on earth

Never wanna never tell you a lieYeahPlutoI’m just-Putting things into proper perspectiveThe way I look at you niggas make it easy to cook up you niggasI was a crook before you niggasEven got into pitchin’ You think take advantage, rinsed out my systemYou think I’m ‘posed to look at you hoes like my sisterYou fuck

Oh, no, no, noAll his opps goneOh, no, no, noYeahOh, no, no, noHendrix Young nigga slangin’ cutta, say he got all his opps goneTrap bunkin’ that fishscale, serve it to a Martian (Oh, oh)Fresh in Rick Owens, drankin’ Wockhardt (Oh, oh)I’m not Terrell Owens, bet I won’t cry for you (I won’t cry)Walked through hell

Yeah, I’m on a overload, yeahI’m on a overload, I’m on a overloadYeah I’m on a overload, fulfill your egoFlying the eagle, I’m on a overloadI pop one up like the Beatles, I’m goin’ roller coasterI’m goin’ fully loaded with my feet upPut eggs up one, son, one liter He’s smoking on could drink apple

Came to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitchCame to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitchCame to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch Showin’ off the

Came to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitchCame to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitchCame to the party for the photos, show off my new outfit and show off my new bitch Showin’ off the