English Songs

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 […]

Got up out 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

Maybe we just runnin’ out of timeAin’t no need to try to hold you up ’cause you always minesBut I can’t trust nobody, I was down, wasn’t nobody leftThey done turned they back on me, never turned on myselfMaybe we just runnin’ out of time (Of time)Ain’t no need to try to hold you up

Sip red, talk to the devil (Pluto)Sip red, talk to the devil (Yeah, ‘tro)Them racks don’t stuck togetherRacks up, racks stuck togetherSip red, talk to the devilI’m ’bout to, I’m ’bout to just, I’m really about toWalk on this broken record, because Racks up, racks stuck togetherSip red, talk to the devil (Pluto)Rosetta stones forever

With you I’m just silentAll my thoughts are quietI could be with you foreverHold in me in denial All I want is you, here with me He stays out till late at the club for the feelingI can’t sleep at home, staring up at the ceilingSaid he loves to dance all alone, don’t believe himMy

Two heartbeats on the floor, candle lightingAngels at my door, no silver liningI don’t masquerade inside the flameBut I miss you like summer rainShadows on the wall (On the wall), border-liningI thought they’d never fall, worlds collidingI don’t catch a wave, my summer rainI can’t breathe without youI won’t walk away, I feel the painBut

I’d never met you, but I wantedTo invite you to the partyThen you walked in with those green eyesNever stolen by nobodyAnd they flicker to the futureFor a moment, I could pictureThen you touch me and I come backAnd we’re talking on the staircase‘Bout your big dreams on the big screensOut of Georgia, now you’re

Woah, woah, yeah, ayeI think where I lack most as an artist is consistencyI just haven’t had the energy to compete with enemiesOr y’all so-called bigger three, huhBut every verse I lay, fans love to say, “Man, niggas is sleep”But two hundred million records up though it isn’t a dreamEven if you was my son

OluwaloseyiI love youM-M-MurdererWooh You can call me an entertainerAt the same time, I be preacherI know say you be my healerNobody t′ole yawa (Nobody t’ole yawa)Omo Balogun DododawaCheck your door, you go see my flowersLeave matter for MatthiasMr. Importer, ExporterCan I marry your daughter?O mo pe ika o dogba (O mo pe ika o dogba)Water

Oh-oh oh-ohEyah na na n I’ve been talking to Folake she know me nowThe conversations going to quite phenomenalShe gat me feeling like there’s nothing impossibleOh when she moves is like the ocean rhythm, oh Between us is there something’s we can’t controlBut I stay solid and I stand on the mountain topsShe gat me