English Songs

Now let me see prove itJust let me see ya prove it AlrightThe Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin’I got your fucking lines tapped, I swear that I’m dialed inFirst I was a rat, so where’s the proof of the trial then?Where’s the paperwork or the cabinet it’s filed in?1090 Jake woulda took all the […]

Maybe in this song you shouldn’t start by sayingNigga I said it, I know that you madI’ve emptied the clip over friendlier jabsYou mentioned my seed, now deal with his dadI gotta go bad, I gotta go bad Mmm, mmm, yeahDrop, drop, drop, dropDrop a fifty bag for the mob in the spotDrop a fifty

Stuck, stuck in a dream with youDon’t, don’t wake me up till twoLove, love what I see in youFuck, fuck how they treated youI can do betterShe looks good respectfullyI will do better, her name is Emily She’s so dep gai, I know I’m not that guyNeed her right by my sideShe’s so dep gai,

(I got— I got lil’ Goxan on this motherfucker) Fuck, fuck, fuckAyy, I got lil’— I got lil’ Goxan on this—I got lil’ Goxan on this motherfuckerFuck, fuck, fuck Fuck nigga don’t wanna battle, you coakin’Send me that guap and the stains for the openToo many blicks, that’s gang motionIt’s some’ about the za’, I

You love it how I move youYou love it how I touch you, my oneWhen all is said and doneYou’ll believe God is a womanFeel it after midnightA feeling that you can’t fight, my oneIt lingers when we’re doneYou’ll believe God is a woman I don’t wanna waste no timeYou ain’t got a one-track mindHave

She had eyes like diamondsAnd they caught the lightOh, but they were dark and deeperThan the night And when she’d smileOut came the came the sun And there ain’t no more where that came from She had a dress that swayedAll around her kneesAnd a voice as softAs a summer breeze A touch that told

He want a thootie, I need a nigga that eat up the bootyWalk with a toolie, ghetto lil’ bitch, yeah, I’m pretty and moodyThirty-inch wig, it be touching my coochieI keep a knock with some racks in my BirkinsDon’t need an app, I look better in personCurvy lil’ mami, I don’t need a surgeonBitches talk

Mhmm-mmm-mmmAlmightyNeeding you close to me, yeahMhmm-mmm-mmmAlmightyNeeding you close to me, yeahDroptop Believe me, them don’t love youSend them people police friend fi target meBut the Father a walk with meGhetto youthsThem no like when we rise upAnd me bring couple star with meWant we fi poor and them starving wePagan a pray fi them gone