English Songs

What’s your name? (Uh, uh, uh) Where you come from? (Uh, uh)You got a friend, let’s run one (Uh)I-I call my twin, let’s run one (Uh)She got her lips and her ass done (Uh-uh-uh-uh)She gon’ act up when that bag come (Uh-uh-uh-uh)Runnin’ through it like I never had nothin’ (Uh-uh-uh-uh)Runnin’ through it, I smash it […]

Niggas walking in my spot, leaving out with grocery bagsI buy my hoe botega bagRob a nigga, the Prada maskCome here baby yo fine assCome here baby yo sexy assI can’t fall for none of these hoesNigga, nice guys finish lastShit get greasy on my sideNigga quit talkin’ and come outsideUsed to fight at golden

The sun shining bright in the cityI’m feeling kinda dizzy, I’m sick of all the lightsBut darling, tonight you’re so prettyOh you’re my AchillesMy double sided knife I’m sorry i’ve been missingYeah my mind’s been racingMy cognition always beating overdriveAnd it’s funny how I end up in the same placeHedonic in the worst wayBut I’ll

They say, “Stay in your lane, boy, lane, boy”But we go where we want toThey think this thing is a highway, highwayBut will they be alive tomorrow? They think this thing is a highwayIf it was our way, we’d have a tempo change every other time change‘Cause our minds change on what we think is

All my friends are heathens, take it slow (In the city, boy, in the city)Wait for them to ask you who you knowPlease don’t make any sudden movesYou don’t know the half of the abuseAll my friends are heathens, take it slowWait for them to ask you who you knowPlease don’t make any sudden movesYou

Polaroid of you dancing in my roomI want to remember, I think it was about noonIt’s getting harder to understand, to understandHow you felt in my hands, in my hands And I could be a pretty girlI’ll wear a skirt for youAnd I could be a pretty girlShut up when you want me toAnd I

Sorry I didn’t kiss youBut it’s obvious I wanted toBubble gum down my throat and it’s a curseBut my luck couldn’t get any worse ‘Cause I swallowed the bubble gumOh, and these seven years will be pretty dumbPink flowers grow from my skinPepto Bismol veins and I grin You look so nice in your shirtIt’s

Check, check, ay A lot of vices I been sacrificing, can’t give up, I’m strategizingBaby, I still made the cut, no matter how you slice itWhew-whew that’s how quick it is to get beside yaWhew-whew, a couple hitting, that’s domestic violence, uhMoving on a different scale like it’s pentatonic, huhI see snakes got it twisted,

Tu-tu-ru-tu-tuTu-ru-tu-tu-tuTu-tu-ru-tu-tuTu-ru-tu-tu-tuTu-tu-ru-tu-tuTu-ru-tu-tu-tu Sometimes I feel like I just wanna go back to my old waysYou’re telling me I’m sillyIt’s no fun in the old daysI’m such a romanticI never remember how things really happenI guess you’re attractiveOr something Live in the momentThat’s what they tell meBut what ever happenedTo when you would hold meAnd hold meAnd

DJ Durel Gotta flex a lotI was broke as hell walkin’ around passin’ CD’s in the parking lotNow my little bitch want five racks for a new bag ’cause I’m rich enough (Rich enough)Pussy good, had to pay for it, let me knock it out like The Juggernaut (Juggernaut, yeah)Let me stop (Hold on) Flexing,