English Songs

Ooh-ooh We’re standin’ in the kitchenWe just fucked for like six hoursNow you’re gettin’ in my headNow you’re drippin’ down my legI was watchin’ you bite down on a peachI was lickin’ a spoonful of peanut butterThen you kissed me and I thought“How the fuck do these things go so damn good together?” I, I, […]

One, two, three, four We’re talking small, like how you been?Like how’s your mom? And all your friends?We’re catching up about all the bullshit trendingYou crack a joke ’bout kissin’ me‘Bout going there, ’bout lovin’ meI laugh it off as if that shit wouldn’t wreck me As if I’m not what you’re waiting forLike I’m

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ayo, SiR)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Alright, alright, alright, alright)Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Sittin’ on twenty-foursWould you look at those?So amazin’I throw my hands up to the ceilin’It’s some praise dueHeaven made youYou were chosenRich rollin’ with a Hard hitter, radio killerLove is so lethal, cold

Kaleido-leido-leido-leido-leidoscopeTonight is shining bright, you know, oh yeah, oh noSo light it, light it, light it, light it, light it upPut it in the air and let it go, oh yeah, oh no Can you feel the love now?I’m feelin’ a buzz nowNever gonna come downPiece it all togetherNights like this, they belong in the

Yeah, yeah, Pluto I don’t hang with rats, that’s some new type shitGet a nigga whacked on the news, type shitSippin’ drank and Activis on some Screw, type shitJust a sad ho runnin’ through the crew, type shitI got a bad bitch at home, voodoo type shitTake down Meg Thee Stallion’s by the group, type

Gotta fire my joint up on this bitchYoung Metro, Metro, young Metro, three timesYeah Stickin’ to the code, all these hoes for the streetsI put it in her nose, it’s gon’ make her pussy leakPussy niggas told, ain’t gon’ wake up out they sleepYou can’t hear that switch, but you can hear them niggas screamAll

I know my momShe’d make you your favorite dishShe’d be obsessed with you quickLike on night oneShe’d welcome you in our homeLike you were one of our own, give you that East Coast loveThat’s why I keep her at a bird’s-eye viewSo she doesn’t get attached to you And I know my dadHe’d say he’s

Bleedin’First time we cut was the deepestMiss all the lies and the secretsCrave it, need it, I’mFloatin’Best when I’m lost in your oceanI’m wet from all the emotionSo deep, oh shit Call it quits, pull the tourniquetI’m a masochist, rip out my guts Won’t you crush me under the weight of your body?You know I

Did we take it too far? MaybeDid I regret it then? NoDo I regret it now that we don’t talk? YeahDid I want more than friends? MaybeShould I have gotten involved? NoBut did I like it every time we touched? Yeah Now you found someone else to hold youIn all the ways I couldn’tIt hurts,