English Songs

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GrrahGang-gang-gang(Hey Mav, you made another one)I’m not a cop, I’m not a copGrrahMabu(Hemz, haha) Grrah Yeah, I woke up this morning and put on my fitOn some typical white boy shitKhakis and white socks, black kicksI ain’t sleep in fourteen hundred minsTan, cos, it’s a sin, I was up all night studyin’ trig’Took my exam

HahaI’m like a copGang, gang, gang, gang I’m like a cop the way I tote the knock, keep it by my side (Grrah, grrah)Like a fly, they be swattin’ shit wherever I resideBut it’s fine ’cause I know a guy, he piggy, but he slimeHahaha, you’ll never catch me doin’ time Let me tell you

Me vs. meI feel like it’s me vs. meI feel like, I feel like My friend told me, “Pop a bean” (Pop that shit)He started counted down from threeI ain’t takin’ that shit, told him, “Leave”But the devil with me sayin’, “Please” (Ha)He took the Perc’ and rolled up his sleeves (Rolled up his sleeves)Popped

I’m on the road-road-roadAlways on go-go-go (Grrah, everything for Notti)I’m feelin’ low-low-low (You know what the fuck goin’ on)Pour a four-four-four (Grrah-grrah)Yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah) They had a special place in my heart, so I tried fixing them while they were breakin’ meI learned the hard way, but I don’t do it no more thankfullyTurned

I don’t forgive and forget, bitch, I remember and hateThis the underdog song, who can relateWhen I die, pull up, don’t be lateSo you can lower me into my grave And let me down one last time, it’s fineYou could let me down one last timeYou could let me down one last timeYou could let

O’er the ramparts we watchedWere so gallantly streaming?And the rockets’ red glareThe bombs bursting in air Shot him in the chest and now he doin’ the pledge (Boaw, baow, baow)I could’ve lined him up, I’d rather do it instead (Do it instead)‘Cause I don’t trust a soul, half these bitches be feds (Bitches be feds)I

I can’t wrap my brain around it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)I can’t wrap my brain (Say what, say what, say what)I can’t wrap my brain around That thing you do, doo-doo-doo-dooDoo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo (Yeah, hands up)That thing you do, doo-doo-doo-dooDoo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo (Woo, Tori Kelly) I can’t wrap my brain around it (Hey)Feel some type of way about

We don’t gotta take it slowI’ma hit the gas if you’re ready to goI wanna feel the sweat, breathin’ through your clothesThe way you touch my neck got me ready to fold I wanna make magic (Magic)I want you to feel me (Feel me)I want you to grab me (Grab me)I want you to steal