Lady Leshurr

Lady Leshurr - R.i.p. lyrics

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They don't want it with the queen man, nah



All these porky pies

Why am I not surprised?

Who got their V broken on Valentine's?

Look me in the eyes

And tell me that is lies

But you won't 'cause you already know that you're a joke

And you're broke, you ain't got enough dough to be involved

Shut your trap trap trap trap, mute it

Head's like a football, boot it

I don't know why you really wanna do this

But R.I.P. to your music

Way too opp, no peace, no deucage

You're a likkle beg, beggars can't be choosers

Hit them with the new ting, call it exclusive

Don't need backing, I can do it in acoustic (Raggo!)

I'll Billie Jean that gyal, moonwalk on her, she will get bad up

Gyal a get a slap 'pon da head back, neckback get tan up

You're a big girl now, stand up

Don't call for me, get rang up

How do you mean that ain't all fibs?

Swear on your life now, hand up

Tell the truth, beg you stop yapping away

Lie so much should give your mattress away

You can feel me like the clap and the bass

Bars hurt like a slap in the face

What! I'ma do some damage today

Shopping bags, I've got ten bags in the safe

You need Jesus baby, you need rebuking

Oh Lord get to grabbing the faith

Like Jesus please forgive me for the sinning

My Jesus piece don't mean that I believe him

It's creeping up and karma has been given

I leave them shaking like they're Lil' Kimming

Do this for my sisters, all my women

It could be genetics or the denim

I'ma keep on shining, keep on winning

So move from me with your insidious spirit

Idiot



Gyal are running their lips together, you ain't a has been

I was never into you but I made you bend over like WSTRN

But you're a virgin



Don't try act like your perfect

Get a 9-5 it's not working

Big mouth must've went to see a surgeon

I've been on the road they're still learning

Fake news, remix the old version

These bars here have got dem all nervous

Spin a gyal lopsided topsy turvy

Disrespect the Queen you will get a murkage

You can't even afford to get a mortgage

Too hot really I'm scorching I'm a torch 'em

You are dead as a corpse you're where the morgue is

You large nah, you're smaller than a dwarf is

Louboutins you sure you can afford it?

They didn't send you that you went out and bought it

I heard your new tune I just paused it

Eject it and fling it weh!

All of them want my signature

Look money up front just bring it deh!

No gyal can sit in this chair

Don't speak up the lingo literature

No beef, got no stake in the house

I do it big they're baby amounts

When I bite it hurts too fake in your mouth

I'm worth half a mill' you're change in the couch

Go check that

My brand, don't try wreck that

When I pull up it's a wrap no Xmas

You'll feel it in your belly like you're pregnant

Likkle gyal step back

Tutus, take that

Nonsense

Bars knock 'em out now they ain't conscious

Going on rude, going on obnoxious

Punchlines punch off their mouth like boxers



I see me, I see me

And I see you, too

You're annoying

Like when I went in my iPhone and I seen U2

They won't holla

They won't bark, tell 'em woof woof

If they wanna send them shots tell 'em boom boom
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