English Songs

CaraioSpeed back (vai speedinho, vai)Alright, betAlright, betSomeone turn me up (vai speedinho, vai) I’m With the .40 in the chest, gorilla (Damn)You a badass bitch (Damn)You keep that and you keep suckin’ that (What?)When I get onto that shit, like I get like a gripAnd I wanna been like that, been like that, I wanna […]

Do you remember running?The purity of the air aroundBraiding willow branches into a crownThat love is all I want I’m a child hummingInto the clarity of black spaceWhere stars shine like tears on the night’s faceBlue cool wind Mama, what happened?I never thought we’d go this longNow, thirty-one and I don’t feel strongAnd your love

Hello Brixton, everything good over Urban GurillazFull a gangsta shitIt’s like a movieOne Law one link, you know how the thing goBrixton to St. Thomas budu dupBig up the whole Mountain View, Back BushYow Tottenham Yeah, killing them smart killing them smoothAnd my gun belly big like me give them foodYo kill dem now, no

Ah, ayo, my WinnebagoBig as a whale, went off the rails (Winnebago)Ah, ayo, hasta luegoFrom Turks and Caicos to San Diego (Winnebago) I be whippin’ the Winne like I’m a touristPit stop to kick off the mornin’I be handicapped parkin’ in OregonTwenty-four whores in the whip, Jeff Gordon (Ah)I really couldn’t ask for moreThe ass

Run that back, Turbo What they really want from a nigga?What the fuck these nigga want from me, huh?What they really want from a nigga?I feel like I gotta chase a nigga down or something, the fuck?Aye, what they want?What they really want from a nigga?Aye, what you want from me, what they want from

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayyI don’t even like you niggasI don’t even–, ayy I don’t even like you niggasWhy wouldn’t I bring my pistol?Why wouldn’t I put this Jeep in Track and let you hear the engine?Did her wrong, she got me back, we don’t even gotta mention She from the streets, but she retired, a

Ay Notnice!We nuh think twice you know!Dutty yeahAlright then! Bring it here, make me start the proceduresWater bubble up inna the hot steamersWhen me blaze it a nuh the bush greenersStrictly high-grade, kush and di tangerinasSipping on Caipirinha’sSeven hot Latinas, shake dem tambourinasTip toe like ballerinasSee the now girl we talkin’Bubble and wine and bust

Welcome to “Sueco Radio”Put on your bootsStrap your fucking belts onAnd turn the volume up to elevenLet’s go Fyed up, uh, incendiary damageYou call it love, ayyI call it anger management Why you so defensive?Tell me, did I do something wrong?You got my attentionGot me at the edge of my seat Oh-oh, yeahI love me,

I can’t get out of bedYour voice inside of my headOur favorite song on repeatI tried my best to forgetAll of the words that you saidAct like it’s nothing to meThis happens every timeI wish that I could rewindAnd end things differentlyBut can’t bring myself to move onI miss you now that you’re goneI feel

Social media, the poison, take your feelings and exploit itIf you don’t get the likes, somehow you feelin’ less importantIf you can’t beat ’em, join ’em, fuck that, I’ll beat ’em and enjoy itI built my own shit, it’s only me who can destroy itThe Devil is alive, look in the palm of your handEveryone